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madimpossibledreamerI love working with hacking!Kaiba and his computer. His computer only showed up once, and that's wasted potential because it was so different than any other AI I've seen. (Nothing against Jarvis). Kaiba had so much potential. I mean, you can have him growl at the gang all you want, but at least give him stuff to do too
Oh, also? Warcraft Movie Rating: Not enough gnomes or dwarves. Or trolls. Or tauren. (It probably would've helped if it hadn't been ages since I've played WoW.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Yugioh Legacy!verse, part of the Phantom Tournament
Chapter Summary: The duelists go looking for anyone else, and Kaiba gets annoyed.
Word Count: 635
Rating: teen
Yugi ends up heading off with Mai and Tristan to go search. “I’d get too distracted with you,” he whispers to Téa, leaning up to kiss her gently on the cheek before waving and heading off.
Which means she and Joey are stuck with Kaiba. A very impatient Kaiba, who’s getting more and more irritated the longer they go without finding anyone. And he’s hard enough to deal with when he’s in a fairly pleasant mood. Eventually, he’s had enough, and leans menacingly against the wall.
“Come on, we can’t give up,” Joey states quietly. It’s almost polite. But then, he doesn’t particularly want to deal with Kaiba in this mood, either.
“I’m not. I’m just not as willing as you lot to keep trying something that isn’t working and pray that it’ll just magically get you what you need.” He brings out his cell phone, and chuckles darkly at what he sees there. “He calls this security?” Kaiba scoffs.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m hacking in; what does it look like?”
A voice comes out from the phone, a surprisingly warm, older female voice. “If you were anyone else, I’d say you’re possibly a teenager texting, but Seto Kaiba doesn’t text.”
Kaiba’s grimace could almost be mistaken for a smile, for once. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“Fortunately, I do that for free. As well as the rest of my job.” The voice pauses. “Actually, I have no idea why you don’t use me more than you do. Keeping an eye on your brother, for example.”
Seto looks seriously tempted.
“You’ve got slaves at your company now?” Téa asks, and Kaiba rolls his eyes, while female laughter issues out of the speaker.
“Hardly. I’m not a monster, no matter how much Wheeler may claim I’m one. Though if cloning existed I’d be a little concerned about the people we hired to answer the phones…” Kaiba’s fingers are flying across the screen, now, but he’s still managing to carry on a conversation, if a distracted one. “Meet my supercomputer.”
“Hello! So you’re the ‘NDS’! It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I miss the famous Yugi Muto.” The voice issued from the phone again, and Joey looks seriously discomfited.
“Uhh. Am I the only one who finds dis really spooky?” Joey asks.
Téa stares at Kaiba, sure she didn’t miss the snort when the acronym was mentioned. “What does ‘NDS’ stand for, computer lady?” she asks, and a new (but familiar) voice joins in.
“Nerdy Dork Squad,” Mokuba answers cheerfully. “The longer version took too long to say, so we took it upon ourselves to shorten it.”
“Thanks, Mokuba,” Téa answers dryly—and, yes, Kaiba definitely looks amused now.
“You’re welcome!” he answers. “Oh, by the way, since I can’t come in person to see you kick Yugi’s butt in a really awesome duel, I was thinking I’d do a little work while you’re busy…”
“You’re not hiring Hawkins yet, Mokuba,” Kaiba answers flatly, still busy doing whatever he’s doing, and the computer chuckles.
“He’s sticking his tongue out at you,” she informs Seto, who shakes his head.
“I don’t care how he reacts, he’s not changing the personnel rosters on his own.” Kaiba makes a frustrated noise. “Well, that’s something suspicious. Aside from my little program, we can’t contact the outside.”
“Do you want a virtual hand?” the computer asks, and he nods.
“Since no one’s around to give me a real one…”
Mokuba pipes up, “Rebecca could, if she was there…”
“I’ll need your help, yes. It’s deceptively simple. Still no match against our hacking skills, but then, very little is.” He’s concentrating harder now.
“Come on, let’s leave him to it,” Téa suggests, and he doesn’t even notice them walking away, just standing and muttering at the screen oblivious to everything.
Oh, also? Warcraft Movie Rating: Not enough gnomes or dwarves. Or trolls. Or tauren. (It probably would've helped if it hadn't been ages since I've played WoW.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Yugioh Legacy!verse, part of the Phantom Tournament
Chapter Summary: The duelists go looking for anyone else, and Kaiba gets annoyed.
Word Count: 635
Rating: teen
Yugi ends up heading off with Mai and Tristan to go search. “I’d get too distracted with you,” he whispers to Téa, leaning up to kiss her gently on the cheek before waving and heading off.
Which means she and Joey are stuck with Kaiba. A very impatient Kaiba, who’s getting more and more irritated the longer they go without finding anyone. And he’s hard enough to deal with when he’s in a fairly pleasant mood. Eventually, he’s had enough, and leans menacingly against the wall.
“Come on, we can’t give up,” Joey states quietly. It’s almost polite. But then, he doesn’t particularly want to deal with Kaiba in this mood, either.
“I’m not. I’m just not as willing as you lot to keep trying something that isn’t working and pray that it’ll just magically get you what you need.” He brings out his cell phone, and chuckles darkly at what he sees there. “He calls this security?” Kaiba scoffs.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m hacking in; what does it look like?”
A voice comes out from the phone, a surprisingly warm, older female voice. “If you were anyone else, I’d say you’re possibly a teenager texting, but Seto Kaiba doesn’t text.”
Kaiba’s grimace could almost be mistaken for a smile, for once. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”
“Fortunately, I do that for free. As well as the rest of my job.” The voice pauses. “Actually, I have no idea why you don’t use me more than you do. Keeping an eye on your brother, for example.”
Seto looks seriously tempted.
“You’ve got slaves at your company now?” Téa asks, and Kaiba rolls his eyes, while female laughter issues out of the speaker.
“Hardly. I’m not a monster, no matter how much Wheeler may claim I’m one. Though if cloning existed I’d be a little concerned about the people we hired to answer the phones…” Kaiba’s fingers are flying across the screen, now, but he’s still managing to carry on a conversation, if a distracted one. “Meet my supercomputer.”
“Hello! So you’re the ‘NDS’! It’s a pleasure to meet you, though I miss the famous Yugi Muto.” The voice issued from the phone again, and Joey looks seriously discomfited.
“Uhh. Am I the only one who finds dis really spooky?” Joey asks.
Téa stares at Kaiba, sure she didn’t miss the snort when the acronym was mentioned. “What does ‘NDS’ stand for, computer lady?” she asks, and a new (but familiar) voice joins in.
“Nerdy Dork Squad,” Mokuba answers cheerfully. “The longer version took too long to say, so we took it upon ourselves to shorten it.”
“Thanks, Mokuba,” Téa answers dryly—and, yes, Kaiba definitely looks amused now.
“You’re welcome!” he answers. “Oh, by the way, since I can’t come in person to see you kick Yugi’s butt in a really awesome duel, I was thinking I’d do a little work while you’re busy…”
“You’re not hiring Hawkins yet, Mokuba,” Kaiba answers flatly, still busy doing whatever he’s doing, and the computer chuckles.
“He’s sticking his tongue out at you,” she informs Seto, who shakes his head.
“I don’t care how he reacts, he’s not changing the personnel rosters on his own.” Kaiba makes a frustrated noise. “Well, that’s something suspicious. Aside from my little program, we can’t contact the outside.”
“Do you want a virtual hand?” the computer asks, and he nods.
“Since no one’s around to give me a real one…”
Mokuba pipes up, “Rebecca could, if she was there…”
“I’ll need your help, yes. It’s deceptively simple. Still no match against our hacking skills, but then, very little is.” He’s concentrating harder now.
“Come on, let’s leave him to it,” Téa suggests, and he doesn’t even notice them walking away, just standing and muttering at the screen oblivious to everything.
