[With arms folded, eyes angled downward, and a stern look of disinterest plastered on his features Kaiba was keeping to himself as he leaned against a wall- which was getting to be his usual stance at the cafe. Although he didn't show it, he was listening intently to what the others had to say. So far it was just as useless as when he'd taken the time to speak to individuals directly but there were still some unique tidbits mixed in. For example, he was learning more about who recognized which features, and the other sorts of theories that were floating about.
No one seemed to have any idea what to do about it- however. That was the most frustrating part.
Giving it a little longer, Kaiba decided he could endure only so much and if things didn't turn around soon- he was out of here. It should be noted that he didn't offer up his own findings or theories. No, he was just here to receive more information not share it from his perspective.]
II. Games
[Watching some of the others attempting to play the Japanese-variant of chess was laughable. Amateurs. The rookie mistakes weren't encouraging him to volunteer, though he would have also loved to have taken them down a few pegs. Why even play if it wasn't for the purpose of winning? These clowns were just embarrassing themselves.
Not able to remain silent any longer he replied snidely] With moves like that, save yourself the trouble and forfeit.
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His assessment of those playing darts wasn't much higher. The dim lighting coupled with the presence of alcohol was making the activity increasingly dangerous. Whoever thought the combination was a solid idea should get their head examined.]
Watch it! [Kaiba snarled, as one of the projectiles embedded itself in the floor a few centimeters from his boot.] You couldn't have been further from the target if you'd been actively trying. [Exchanging a few more verbal barbs it inevitably came down to the usual challenge. If you think you can do better..]
[Before the rebuttal could be completed in it's entirety Seto had deftly drawn a card out of his duel disk and flung it at the board. Slicing through the air, it struck dead center with perfect accuracy.] You were saying?
Open to all and to threadjacking
[With arms folded, eyes angled downward, and a stern look of disinterest plastered on his features Kaiba was keeping to himself as he leaned against a wall- which was getting to be his usual stance at the cafe. Although he didn't show it, he was listening intently to what the others had to say. So far it was just as useless as when he'd taken the time to speak to individuals directly but there were still some unique tidbits mixed in. For example, he was learning more about who recognized which features, and the other sorts of theories that were floating about.
No one seemed to have any idea what to do about it- however. That was the most frustrating part.
Giving it a little longer, Kaiba decided he could endure only so much and if things didn't turn around soon- he was out of here. It should be noted that he didn't offer up his own findings or theories. No, he was just here to receive more information not share it from his perspective.]
II. Games
[Watching some of the others attempting to play the Japanese-variant of chess was laughable. Amateurs. The rookie mistakes weren't encouraging him to volunteer, though he would have also loved to have taken them down a few pegs. Why even play if it wasn't for the purpose of winning? These clowns were just embarrassing themselves.
Not able to remain silent any longer he replied snidely] With moves like that, save yourself the trouble and forfeit.
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His assessment of those playing darts wasn't much higher. The dim lighting coupled with the presence of alcohol was making the activity increasingly dangerous. Whoever thought the combination was a solid idea should get their head examined.]
Watch it! [Kaiba snarled, as one of the projectiles embedded itself in the floor a few centimeters from his boot.] You couldn't have been further from the target if you'd been actively trying. [Exchanging a few more verbal barbs it inevitably came down to the usual challenge. If you think you can do better..]
[Before the rebuttal could be completed in it's entirety Seto had deftly drawn a card out of his duel disk and flung it at the board. Slicing through the air, it struck dead center with perfect accuracy.] You were saying?