Seto is not a big fan of the extreme cold. He's been bundled up in excessive robes and sweaters for weeks. And as much of a 'dark' person as he is...he's really not a fan of the endless nights.
So he can be seen enjoying the firefly lights, walking down a dimly lit path as they dance. He's charmed a few to his side with a spell, adding his old electro-ball to the festive display.
swap time
Kaiba is interested in studying advanced Modification. That's the only reason he's here. But he'll nod gruffly at whoever's in the opposite circle anyway, bracing himself for disaster.
mandatory dragon time
Kaiba should really know better than to indulge in untested magic by now. But the possibilities are endless...and he's very much in a 'why not' mood. He steps in, lets the glyph close around him, and then...
He roars. He stretches and warps until he's basically a smaller version of everyone's favorite ghost dragon, with blue glowing lines like a computer aesthetic's marking his wings and limbs. His eyes are still that same icy shade of blue, but narrower---as he blinks at his new claws.
What the...is this...
It's still his voice that broadcasts out, but it booms louder than before. He pushes himself up, wings flaring. Please help this poor confused dragon.
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Seto is not a big fan of the extreme cold. He's been bundled up in excessive robes and sweaters for weeks. And as much of a 'dark' person as he is...he's really not a fan of the endless nights.
So he can be seen enjoying the firefly lights, walking down a dimly lit path as they dance. He's charmed a few to his side with a spell, adding his old electro-ball to the festive display.
swap time
Kaiba is interested in studying advanced Modification. That's the only reason he's here. But he'll nod gruffly at whoever's in the opposite circle anyway, bracing himself for disaster.
mandatory dragon time
Kaiba should really know better than to indulge in untested magic by now. But the possibilities are endless...and he's very much in a 'why not' mood. He steps in, lets the glyph close around him, and then...
He roars. He stretches and warps until he's basically a smaller version of everyone's favorite ghost dragon, with blue glowing lines like a computer aesthetic's marking his wings and limbs. His eyes are still that same icy shade of blue, but narrower---as he blinks at his new claws.
What the...is this...
It's still his voice that broadcasts out, but it booms louder than before. He pushes himself up, wings flaring. Please help this poor confused dragon.