Kaiba's not the biggest fan of the fashion choices, but he eventually settles on a pale blue tunic, trim black vest, and dark brown trousers with a small burnt orange patch. He straps a belt on, adjusts the cloak...and still looks ridiculous.
Oh well. Can't win them all. He flaps his cloak for good measure and strides for the door, nodding as he passes familiar faces.
hauling it (sidequest, ota)
There are a number of interesting items in the shops, and he'd love to purchase...but that would require gold. And since anything he owns of any value is too high-tech to belong here, all Kaiba has to trade is his labor. Unfortunately.
He's ditched the vest and rolled up his sleeves, a wooden yoke draped over his shoulders. Two rather heavy buckets of spring water dangle from it, and judging by the splatters on his tunic he's been carrying water for a bit.
"This is why pipelines were invented," he grouses, hauling hismuddy booths through the dirt.
you can...fly? (orange)
The next day he chooses to join the group heading to the floating island, and after a strange warp that leaves him swaying where he stands, he stares at the bottle in his hand. Flying potion. What. How. He makes no motion to drink from it, he just stares, gears in his head turning.
"They really expect me to believe we can simply drink this and just...fly away?"
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Kaiba's not the biggest fan of the fashion choices, but he eventually settles on a pale blue tunic, trim black vest, and dark brown trousers with a small burnt orange patch. He straps a belt on, adjusts the cloak...and still looks ridiculous.
Oh well. Can't win them all. He flaps his cloak for good measure and strides for the door, nodding as he passes familiar faces.
hauling it (sidequest, ota)
There are a number of interesting items in the shops, and he'd love to purchase...but that would require gold. And since anything he owns of any value is too high-tech to belong here, all Kaiba has to trade is his labor. Unfortunately.
He's ditched the vest and rolled up his sleeves, a wooden yoke draped over his shoulders. Two rather heavy buckets of spring water dangle from it, and judging by the splatters on his tunic he's been carrying water for a bit.
"This is why pipelines were invented," he grouses, hauling hismuddy booths through the dirt.
you can...fly? (orange)
The next day he chooses to join the group heading to the floating island, and after a strange warp that leaves him swaying where he stands, he stares at the bottle in his hand. Flying potion. What. How. He makes no motion to drink from it, he just stares, gears in his head turning.
"They really expect me to believe we can simply drink this and just...fly away?"