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isleofavalon2021-02-05 07:10 pm
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wintry misadventures (feb. catchall, all prompts ota)
🧙 WHO: Kaiba & you!
⚔️️ WHAT: Questing, practicing shadow magic, or possibly avoiding a Cupid-ing.
🕒 WHEN: All February
🗺️ WHERE: The different places!
⚠️ WARNINGS: possible NPC death suggestion (crystal quest), excessive sappiness (cupid). Will update if needed.
puzzles in the library
a.
Kaiba spends a considerable amount of time here, in an attempt to gain an edge on the situation with information. He reads and shelves, reads and shelves, desperately wishing they'd just load this info digitally...but he catches sight of an odd rune he thinks he recognizes on the side of the shelf, tracing it with his finger.
"...it's some kind of ancient code, isn't it."
b.
It's not long before he makes up his mind. It's close to closing time, and he's ducked behind a shelving cart---a little difficult to hide successfully with how tall he is, but he's Trying. It's a little comical how much he's squished himself behind this cart, actually. Should anyone find him, he'll press a finger to his lips and raise a brow, gesturing over at the librarian he's trying to hide from.
Don't bust him---? And maybe the two of you can work together.
(probably not) pure of heart
a.
One chilly afternoon, Kaiba finds himself at the edge of the Bridge. He's heard from people who've crossed it, and knows by now how it works...but he's oddly hesitant. Pure is the last word most people would use to describe him...sure, he's better now, but in many ways there's no coming back from where he's been.
Should anyone be nearby, he'll stop and greet them. "Have you crossed this before?"
b. (possible content warnings for npc 'death'
By some miracle, believing in his purpose...he's across. And harvesting. But there's still one more task, that he grimaces at. Is poisoning an old man really that different from the things he'd done in pursuit of power before? It's a little different when you risk dirtying your own hands, but...
He starts toward the cottage, trying to look more confident than he feels.
synchronous magic
a.
The soothing sound in here is a gentle wind, with possibly the faintest trace of a roar. Kaiba is seated here, legs folded under him, having already downed one shot. He hates every part of the idea of giving up control, and will likely ask to take the lead---but it's important to keep growing in his abilities.
So here he is, paints set by his hand.
"Do you really think asking questions will build trust between us that high?"
He's not running from it, at least. Baby steps.
b.
Win or lose, they make it outside around the fire. His shadow has found him again, and here he feels...empty. Cold. Nothing too unusual, but for the first time, he really feels the loss. Needing other people was a ridiculous weakness, he'd said all his life. He was fine alone. Other people were just liabilities.
...weren't they?
He turns to the person nearest him, an oddly hesitant expression on his face as he subconsciously scoots closer.
"Hey. How'd it go."
cupid strikes
a.
Kaiba's out and about around town all month, traveling to or from work, or perhaps training. The first Valentines' in years when he hasn't had to direct his secretaries to sort through thousands of notes. It's nice, being free of it...
Or not. It happens slowly, as the Avalonians become aware of some of the offworlders' expectations. Chocolate springing up around town. Heart decorations.
"I hate this holiday," you might hear him say. Maybe you want to commiserate, or try to change his mind?
b.
And then, most inconveniently---something strikes him in the shoulder, and he spins on his heel to tell of the person responsible. But then he's distracted by the most perfect person he's seen in his entire life. His cheeks flush pink, any insult dies on his tongue, and he smiles.
Looks like he's tongue-tied, though.
((ooc: notes!
-I haven't decided what the final outcome of the poison quest will be yet, that's up to if someone takes him up on it and how their conversation might go.
-Cupid-arrowed Kaiba will be fluffy-affectionate and awkwardly flirty. He doesn't have the emotional intelligence/experience to initiate anything more sensual/serious, but I have no objection to someone trying that with him. It'll just fail, most likely. No gender preferences either.
-Feel free to contact at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
kharamagic or by PM if you want to do anything else, I can add closed prompts throughout the month.))
⚔️️ WHAT: Questing, practicing shadow magic, or possibly avoiding a Cupid-ing.
🕒 WHEN: All February
🗺️ WHERE: The different places!
⚠️ WARNINGS: possible NPC death suggestion (crystal quest), excessive sappiness (cupid). Will update if needed.
puzzles in the library
a.
Kaiba spends a considerable amount of time here, in an attempt to gain an edge on the situation with information. He reads and shelves, reads and shelves, desperately wishing they'd just load this info digitally...but he catches sight of an odd rune he thinks he recognizes on the side of the shelf, tracing it with his finger.
"...it's some kind of ancient code, isn't it."
b.
It's not long before he makes up his mind. It's close to closing time, and he's ducked behind a shelving cart---a little difficult to hide successfully with how tall he is, but he's Trying. It's a little comical how much he's squished himself behind this cart, actually. Should anyone find him, he'll press a finger to his lips and raise a brow, gesturing over at the librarian he's trying to hide from.
Don't bust him---? And maybe the two of you can work together.
(probably not) pure of heart
a.
One chilly afternoon, Kaiba finds himself at the edge of the Bridge. He's heard from people who've crossed it, and knows by now how it works...but he's oddly hesitant. Pure is the last word most people would use to describe him...sure, he's better now, but in many ways there's no coming back from where he's been.
Should anyone be nearby, he'll stop and greet them. "Have you crossed this before?"
b. (possible content warnings for npc 'death'
By some miracle, believing in his purpose...he's across. And harvesting. But there's still one more task, that he grimaces at. Is poisoning an old man really that different from the things he'd done in pursuit of power before? It's a little different when you risk dirtying your own hands, but...
He starts toward the cottage, trying to look more confident than he feels.
synchronous magic
a.
The soothing sound in here is a gentle wind, with possibly the faintest trace of a roar. Kaiba is seated here, legs folded under him, having already downed one shot. He hates every part of the idea of giving up control, and will likely ask to take the lead---but it's important to keep growing in his abilities.
So here he is, paints set by his hand.
"Do you really think asking questions will build trust between us that high?"
He's not running from it, at least. Baby steps.
b.
Win or lose, they make it outside around the fire. His shadow has found him again, and here he feels...empty. Cold. Nothing too unusual, but for the first time, he really feels the loss. Needing other people was a ridiculous weakness, he'd said all his life. He was fine alone. Other people were just liabilities.
...weren't they?
He turns to the person nearest him, an oddly hesitant expression on his face as he subconsciously scoots closer.
"Hey. How'd it go."
cupid strikes
a.
Kaiba's out and about around town all month, traveling to or from work, or perhaps training. The first Valentines' in years when he hasn't had to direct his secretaries to sort through thousands of notes. It's nice, being free of it...
Or not. It happens slowly, as the Avalonians become aware of some of the offworlders' expectations. Chocolate springing up around town. Heart decorations.
"I hate this holiday," you might hear him say. Maybe you want to commiserate, or try to change his mind?
b.
And then, most inconveniently---something strikes him in the shoulder, and he spins on his heel to tell of the person responsible. But then he's distracted by the most perfect person he's seen in his entire life. His cheeks flush pink, any insult dies on his tongue, and he smiles.
Looks like he's tongue-tied, though.
((ooc: notes!
-I haven't decided what the final outcome of the poison quest will be yet, that's up to if someone takes him up on it and how their conversation might go.
-Cupid-arrowed Kaiba will be fluffy-affectionate and awkwardly flirty. He doesn't have the emotional intelligence/experience to initiate anything more sensual/serious, but I have no objection to someone trying that with him. It'll just fail, most likely. No gender preferences either.
-Feel free to contact at