Kaiba's had a scowl affixed to his face since the second he stepped through the mirror, pretty much. He's been forced against his will into some sort of fourth-rate amusement park to do what, fight demons? Whoever's in charge definitely made the wrong choice.
He takes an apple slice somewhat reluctantly, claiming a spot on the nearest bench and watching passersby with a scrutinizing expression. Magic and imagination, happiness and wonder...how could it be?
step two: a plundering blunder (night)
Did he mention before that he's not a heroic type? Kaiba was just getting off the train to walk back to his far too cramped apartment when the trouble started. He'd thankfully armed himself ahead of time, and was currently unloading arrows into the corrosion, but they weren't doing much. He was hit by another wave of murky water for his trouble.
"I ought to wring you out!"
And so his first attempt at wind began. it was a weak sputter of a spell that lit the area briefly, but sent him careening back into another puddle. Perfect.
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Date: 2019-09-23 02:00 am (UTC)Kaiba's had a scowl affixed to his face since the second he stepped through the mirror, pretty much. He's been forced against his will into some sort of fourth-rate amusement park to do what, fight demons? Whoever's in charge definitely made the wrong choice.
He takes an apple slice somewhat reluctantly, claiming a spot on the nearest bench and watching passersby with a scrutinizing expression. Magic and imagination, happiness and wonder...how could it be?
step two: a plundering blunder (night)
Did he mention before that he's not a heroic type? Kaiba was just getting off the train to walk back to his far too cramped apartment when the trouble started. He'd thankfully armed himself ahead of time, and was currently unloading arrows into the corrosion, but they weren't doing much. He was hit by another wave of murky water for his trouble.
"I ought to wring you out!"
And so his first attempt at wind began. it was a weak sputter of a spell that lit the area briefly, but sent him careening back into another puddle. Perfect.
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