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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."
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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HE SURE IS. JUST LOOK AT ALL THIS MARVELOUS STONE WORK. How many masons do you think it took to construct this fine tower? Cough.
"Oh good," Atem chimed in genuinely relieved though still boring a hole into that wall with his gaze. "For a while there I wasn't sure if we could remove it or not. Excellent selection of glyphs." Inching closer to the door, he called back. "I'll see what I can find- we know that anything of mine would be terribly ill fitting for you."
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And once Atem leaves the room, the shock of it all hits him. He really did...just strip off, casually, and he left Atem in shock. That was sure something.
In the hopes of not further scarring the poor pharaoh, he looked around the room and found...not a full-sized sheet, but a towel which he took and wrapped around his waist. That should do it.
He idly cleaned up the remnants of their magic, then sat on a spare stool in the room to wait. It was odd. From what little he knew, social nudity was hardly a big deal in Atem's time---was it something about the dress specifically that was embarrassing?
He'd have to ask. And when he heard footsteps, he'd call out.
"I'm covered enough, nothing's going to blind you in here. Can we try talking like normal humans?"