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things that go bump
who: Seto Kaiba and you
what: Spooky late night sneaking around!
where: Purifeul tower or the hallways of the Magicademy
when: After good students have gone to bed
warnings: none anticipated. Maybe some spoopy ghosts later.
Of the many things Kaiba dislikes about life at Diatu Magicademy, the dormitory arrangement nears the top of the list. He usually makes himself scarce in the Purifeul tower, retreating to back corners to study or holding the pillow over his head. After spending most of his life cherishing solitude, enjoying giving others a wide berth, to be so crowded in is a real pain.
((prompt a: for purifeul))
Fellow students in Purifeul tower will find him in the common room long after he's supposed to be in bed, drawing circles in front of him with a wand. There's sort of a hazy barrier around his chair, and it's intended to keep the sound out, but in practice it's creating a weird reverb effect in the common room, along with the slight chime of bells. Have fun with that, late night snack seekers!
((prompt b: for all late night wanderers))
As far as anyone else who walks the castle at night? They'll find Kaiba hiding at the base of a staircase, sitting at the edge of a moonlit patch on the ground. He's trying a different spell here, one that results in a cloud of golden glitter coating him and the entire patch of ground.
He huffs, brushing it from his hair. That is not the intended effect...but he does suddenly feel a little more relaxed. That part, at least, is intended. And should anyone approach, he'll lift a hand to attempt to dismiss them. "Despite appearances, it's under control."
what: Spooky late night sneaking around!
where: Purifeul tower or the hallways of the Magicademy
when: After good students have gone to bed
warnings: none anticipated. Maybe some spoopy ghosts later.
Of the many things Kaiba dislikes about life at Diatu Magicademy, the dormitory arrangement nears the top of the list. He usually makes himself scarce in the Purifeul tower, retreating to back corners to study or holding the pillow over his head. After spending most of his life cherishing solitude, enjoying giving others a wide berth, to be so crowded in is a real pain.
((prompt a: for purifeul))
Fellow students in Purifeul tower will find him in the common room long after he's supposed to be in bed, drawing circles in front of him with a wand. There's sort of a hazy barrier around his chair, and it's intended to keep the sound out, but in practice it's creating a weird reverb effect in the common room, along with the slight chime of bells. Have fun with that, late night snack seekers!
((prompt b: for all late night wanderers))
As far as anyone else who walks the castle at night? They'll find Kaiba hiding at the base of a staircase, sitting at the edge of a moonlit patch on the ground. He's trying a different spell here, one that results in a cloud of golden glitter coating him and the entire patch of ground.
He huffs, brushing it from his hair. That is not the intended effect...but he does suddenly feel a little more relaxed. That part, at least, is intended. And should anyone approach, he'll lift a hand to attempt to dismiss them. "Despite appearances, it's under control."
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Something like a lullaby. He mentally adds 'music box' to his list of potential solutions.
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He shakes his head. "Maybe I should work on brewing some instead."
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"Sleep is important for your health," he said somewhat hypocritically, but he wasn't trying not to sleep either. "Exhausting your body can help sometimes."
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Now that could potentially work. He's lifted weights, and he has some measure of martial arts training, but he's let all of that lapse since being overwhelmed with this new world.
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Really, his best combat skill is swinging a briefcase around. He snorts and lays his robe on a nearby railing.
"But that doesn't mean I intend to just let you win."
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He sets his books down, then ducks out of his baldric and sets his sword aside as well. He didn't leave his dorm with the intention of getting into a fight, but here he is getting ready for one.
Eleven raises his arms in a stretch, then swings his shoulders at odds with the twist of his torso.
"What's your name?"
It only seems polite, after all.
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Hey, he's not exactly the most polite, so this is the most Eleven will get. It's still strange, having to introduce himself to each new person.
But this one will give him a clear challenge. He crouches into position, taking a breath.
"Ready?"
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"Ready." He looks Seto over, noting his long legs and lanky frame. A lot of reach, but also vulnerable. He's shorter than his opponent, though he'd like to think he could weather attacks a bit more.
Get in close and knock him down, he decides, and leaps for Seto without further thought.
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He crouches and sidesteps, just a bit too slowly, and tries to throw him off---but Eleven's good at making the most of his hit and he staggers. He tries to leap back and swing, but it's only too easy to press an advantage here and he tumbles.
"...well, that went well."
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"Sorry, might have been too aggressive there. How about you attack me this time?"