Usagi, I am aware some of my belongings have been transferred to that house. Do not disturb them, and they will be removed immediately. That house may as well be considered solely yours, from now on. You will be charged for any damage or animal leavings left on my things until they are moved.

[The feed turns on, with Kaiba looking off to the side. He's still in the woods, scowling deeply. The golden retriever Noa is at his feet, his head down on his front paws. Every so often, Kaiba's hand tightens around his card locket.An interesting move, but a weak one. If you were really going to get to me, you should have thrown in the Priest ( Read more... )

[Sure, most people have been documenting their struggles on the L337POD, or looking for help. Maybe Kaiba would have done that too, if he hadn't been here for so long and expected it, or wasn't so distracted by the fact that the Island had gone back to normal. For now, he's got better things to do. The LP turns on as a little dragon foot steps on ( Read more... )

[Kaiba's sitting outside the arcade, the LP next to him, trying to get all the mud off his boots before he goes inside. He looks surprisingly rested, but pissed. If anyone was lucky enough to see anytime since Friday, he had been tight-lipped and a little more short tempered than usual. This was worse than that; his face is pretty much blank. He ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to the sharp sound of glass breaking, followed by plenty more. There's also plenty of wood snapping, metal pieces hitting hard surfaces, and under it all some quiet but harsh human breathing. The feed abruptly cuts off with another crash.]

[OOC: To Mokuba, Uryuu, and anyone else who dares try to get into the room, the place is ( Read more... )

[The L337POD turns on on a table, and you can see Kaiba in profile, looking straight ahead at his computer screen. His eyes never shift away through this whole message. If you look closely, you can see he's got some of his cards spread out on the table next to him, and there is a mock up of one on the computer screen as well. His voice is still ( Read more... )

[The L337POD's clicked on. Why, do you ask? Well, because somebody's taken a page out of Cissnei's book and thrown it hard against the wall. It's landed crooked, so you can see a dark and fuzzy picture of Kaiba cinching the last belt on his arm, then pulling his white trench on roughly. There's a balled up pile of clothing on his bed, looking ( Read more... )