things that go bump

[blue_ice]

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."

Comments

b.

[puzzlers]

"...!" Yugi hadn't been expecting to run into someone else out this late, so he bristles when he hears Kaiba, a sheepish laugh follows as he apologizes for... no real reason. It's just an unintended and very much automatic reaction.

"It's under control..." He echoes as he looks at the glitter, but he decides not to press the matter. Things have been a bit strange between them recently and he's not really sure how to dispell the awkward tension that really only seem to get worse with each ( brief ) encounter. "Carry on then."

B

[king_of_egypt]

Finding himself unable to sleep either Atem decided to go for a brief walk along the corridors. There wasn't really anything weighing heavily on his mind, although losing a game of cards to a cat would have been a good enough reason to question your life decisions, cough but he was enjoying the quiet of the night. It was hard to believe how these halls could be so crowded during the day and vacant at night.

At first he failed to notice the figure ahead of him, but when he heard who it was and saw what had happened he couldn't help but chuckle at the other's expense.

"I never realized that you wanted to be immortalized in gold glitter, Kaiba. Most people would commission a statue or a painting."

B

[bearshermark]

Luminary.

Never before had the title stirred such a dreadful, disquieted feeling in the pit of his stomach. It pulled him out of bed and led his feet down dark and empty hallways. His new bodyguard wouldn't approve, but Eleven was an adult and he brought his sword everywhere just in case. Hendrik's arrival only reinforced his paranoia.

The temples were closed at such late hours, but maybe the library would still be open. Much as he loathed his Language paper, the droll nuances of linguistics would at least give him something else to focus on. And so, books tucked under his arm, he trudged his way downstairs.

And promptly jumped out of his skin.

Eleven flattened himself against the wall, heart beating a rapid tempo in his chest, and eyed the unexpected figure silhouetted in the moonlight.

"H-hello?"

A

[outofyourshadow]

As someone born from the shadows, Lena always felt more comfortable at night. Maybe it was something that she should have tried to break, if only to as much distance between her and a certain witch as possible, but there as something about the atmosphere at night that one couldn't get during the daylight hours. Something calm and serene in the quiet darkness.

And even if she did want to break the habit of staying up late, having a familiar that was nocturnal made that difficult.

Still, she was surprised by the sounds she heard in the common room so late that evening, when most of the other students had gone to bed. But while she intended to leave it alone, Nectormancer darted off to investigate.

"Hey, no...get back here!"

B!

[tachyonme]

It's not that Mizael can't sleep, but rather, between the dreams that are either memories or generally unpleasant and it being very annoying to have to sleep so often, he just doesn't want to. And since it was beginning to feel like he'd have trouble retaining anything if he kept reading tonight, he's out looking for a spot to practice instead.

And it seems he isn't the only one out practicing magic in the dark. And not succeeding, apparently, if the man's reaction to getting caught is anything to go by.

"If you say so." And that's a shame, because he'd only wandered over to see the effect better...and he'd kind of like to know how that was done. "What was it supposed to do?"

A.

[grim_heaper]

Sho hadn't been to bed yet. He had been in the library till they sent him off, so he had come back to the dorm, and as usual was ignoring the other students. Or the fact that they might actually exist or matter. Which meant that he was taking apart chairs and pillows for art supplies. Quite noisily, actually. He was smashing the chairs against walls and the floor to break them apart, a bullhorn hanging from his belt.

b

[nobodys_puppet]

Xion had waited until Axel was asleep, before sneaking out of her dorm. She couldn't sleep, and she knew why. There was something that she had to do. She was trying to cling to the shadows as best she could, still not used to people seeing her. Her hood was up as she slipped through the halls. She didn't approchim him, but seemed like she was trying very hard to keep him from noticing her, pressing against the wall as she passed.

b

[gender_neutral]

Someone was heading back to the dorms from the library, arms over full. Willard was behind V at the moment looking like an over large somewhat deformed person dressed up to look like a japanese Oni, with patchy blue body paint, a horn held on by a loose strap, a paper third eye glued to his forehead. His arms were filled with the books that V wanted but could not carry. "What appearances would make this seem to not be under control?" V asked, confused, stopping to do so.