Kaiba has to earn his keep by inventing things. With each build, he can hopefully work his way up the ladder to buying enough to build something truly awe-inspiring...so where is he starting? His very small start is a mini-model of his universe's solar system, each planet rotating around a gear carefully timed to mimic their approximate relative orbits.
It's all going fairly well, at least, until the model starts to vibrate and spin away. Look out, fellow inventors! It might be headed for impact with your work, even as he desperately lunges across the table to grab it.
"Get back here!"
trick or treat
Later, he takes a break from the frustrating work of digging for parts to ruthlessly dispose of all the candy he's accumulated. He's invented a little candy pistol, actually, and he's made a game of shooting chocolate balls into baskets. Most of the crowd seems to think this is fun!
Except the lumbering husk of darkness and electricity. Kaiba cranks up the force on his pistol, a burst of steam shooting out the back, and shoots a jawbreaker right between its eyes. Which...sadly, does not break jaws. As there are no jaws to break. But it does stagger a bit.
"Back off unless you want cavities...real ones!"
letters to santa
Of course, a familiar season approaches, and with that, certain aspects of his essence are growing stronger. He's fortunately resisted the urge to eat nothing but milk and cookies, but he still has a duty to perform.
Outside Kaiba's apartment room, a simple note is posted above a mailbox decorated with red and white gears.
I don't think I'll be able to return to the North Pole any time soon, so if for some reason you want a gift for Christmas...drop a note here. And if you haven't been naughty, you just might get it. And if you have been naughty? I'll know. Be warned.
Wishing us all a relatively safe and painless holiday, as futile as that sounds right now, Santa
Kaiba hammers the note above the mailbox and stares at it for a good few moments before nodding his approval and turning to head back inside.
((ooc: for that last one feel free to catch him outside and ask questions, or just drop a letter!))
seto kaiba | santa claus
Kaiba has to earn his keep by inventing things. With each build, he can hopefully work his way up the ladder to buying enough to build something truly awe-inspiring...so where is he starting? His very small start is a mini-model of his universe's solar system, each planet rotating around a gear carefully timed to mimic their approximate relative orbits.
It's all going fairly well, at least, until the model starts to vibrate and spin away. Look out, fellow inventors! It might be headed for impact with your work, even as he desperately lunges across the table to grab it.
"Get back here!"
trick or treat
Later, he takes a break from the frustrating work of digging for parts to ruthlessly dispose of all the candy he's accumulated. He's invented a little candy pistol, actually, and he's made a game of shooting chocolate balls into baskets. Most of the crowd seems to think this is fun!
Except the lumbering husk of darkness and electricity. Kaiba cranks up the force on his pistol, a burst of steam shooting out the back, and shoots a jawbreaker right between its eyes. Which...sadly, does not break jaws. As there are no jaws to break. But it does stagger a bit.
"Back off unless you want cavities...real ones!"
letters to santa
Of course, a familiar season approaches, and with that, certain aspects of his essence are growing stronger. He's fortunately resisted the urge to eat nothing but milk and cookies, but he still has a duty to perform.
Outside Kaiba's apartment room, a simple note is posted above a mailbox decorated with red and white gears.
I don't think I'll be able to return to the North Pole any time soon, so if for some reason you want a gift for Christmas...drop a note here. And if you haven't been naughty, you just might get it. And if you have been naughty? I'll know. Be warned.
Wishing us all a relatively safe and painless holiday, as futile as that sounds right now, Santa
Kaiba hammers the note above the mailbox and stares at it for a good few moments before nodding his approval and turning to head back inside.
((ooc: for that last one feel free to catch him outside and ask questions, or just drop a letter!))