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who: Kaiba & OPEN (+ closed prompts in comments)
what: Adjusting to an increase in population, various prompts
when: First few days of the new term
where: Around campus and in town, various locations
warning: discussions of minor injury, others to be added if needed, none anticipated

some spellwork

It's been a rough few days for Kaiba, as evidenced by the noticeable wad of bandage on his nose. He's quiet and focused in his classes, and the work gets done, but as soon as he has free time, he jumps back into the next stage of his plan. He has some scrap paper piled in front of him, a wand ready for some glyph work...and he chants his calculation.

That little pile of paper scraps in front of him? It doubled in size. And then doubled again. What an efficient spell! He crouches and immediately begins to draw a counterspell, but the trash pile soon takes over that space. Time to switch gears. The trash pile is closing in.

"Should've put a brake in the glyph..."

Students passing by this lab may notice paper scraps starting to spill into the hallway.

nightly drudgery

If there's one thing that Kaiba needs, it's money. And how is he going to get it? With a job. He's spent the last few months searching for work that suits him, and at last he's found it...by filing paperwork at City Hall. Learning about the ways magic influences property disputes and reading about late night brawls was amusing at first, but nothing can last.

Every evening, after class and homework, he rushes out the gates in a simple navy suit. If a student heads out to dinner, maybe they'll find him seated on the steps for a dinner break, sorting through a giant pile of rubbish.

"If I never hear another case about trees crossing property lines, it'll be too soon."

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"I'd consider it."

Kaiba snickers softly. "But I'd hate myself for it, because I'm tired of drawing tree lines. But that's the nature of clerk work for students. All the drudgery that the experts don't need to deal with anymore."

"You don't want to subject your fellow drudge workers, hmmm?" Honestly that wouldn't stop Loki necessarily. He could also think of other things to do besides mess with tree-lines.

"No I know the work would somehow get back to me. Even if it was my own dispute."

He's just lucky that way. He closes his folder with a huff.

"If you're looking for work, I'm sure there's far more exciting choices."

"I am hoping they'll accept my application to student-teach." Loki was not afraid to work for what he wanted. Despite his upbringing, he'd also had to survive on his own wits before and it had hardened him. But he already knew that drudge work like the other was describing would not be what he would seek out if he had any say in the matter.

"What were you planning to teach?"

This school is enough of a mess, but more to learn...he might consider, depending.

"Realm Administration and Flyting." Loki replied easily enough. "While I've done hard work before, it's not something I'd find terribly interesting. And nobody wants me bored." His expression was all mischief.

"...you think you can out-mayhem an entire school of poorly trained wizards?"

He really hopes not.

"I'm the God of Mischief. I'd better be able to out-mayhem amateurs." Still with an expression of all mischief and confidence.