There's a hum from his seated companion, his head turning just as much as his vision is in whatever space the programming is conjuring for him, but there's nothing new that he can notice. Nothing, but for the number on the box that shifts, a sort of gentle blurring bubbling across his vision when he stares at it for too long. Esteban can't help but reach for his eyes-- and find the VR headset in his way before he can brush at them.
Oh, that is weird.
Blinking it away, he reaches for the latch again, finding the number stable-- and flicks it open. There's a strange nip, almost a resistance that startles him lightly, but a soft gasp is quickly replaced by a whispered curse.
There's letters in here too, but ink has been spilled across the inside, quickly blackening the paper. Several of the parchments seem to have tumbled over and soaked into the grimy blot, creating a mushy bottom layer atop which only a handful of the others remain. Esteban swipes them out of the box immediately, but even he can tell that there will be damage to them all-- several are entirely pitch-dark, but the paper isn't a soaked mess, and maybe they can manage to dry these somehow.
Beetroot-- Beetroot has dark splotches across its cream paper, but some of it has survived, might manage to shed some information for the snatches of clear parchment that remains. He does not waste time into breaking the seal and opening it.
A ping alerts Kaiba of received files, but they risk being in a rather pitiful state, if he's noticed what Esteban has managed to bring out of that box. The half-elf is also glancing through these, but the smudges makes it difficult to read much through it.
"Um... Alright, I have something..." his companion manages, but his voice trailing off is not the most encouraging sign. "But it's pretty garbled. I see bits and pieces, but nothin' much." He doesn't ask if Kaiba can do anything, because he's not sure that he can, and Esteban doesn't want to put pressure on him, even if accidentally.
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Oh, that is weird.
Blinking it away, he reaches for the latch again, finding the number stable-- and flicks it open. There's a strange nip, almost a resistance that startles him lightly, but a soft gasp is quickly replaced by a whispered curse.
There's letters in here too, but ink has been spilled across the inside, quickly blackening the paper. Several of the parchments seem to have tumbled over and soaked into the grimy blot, creating a mushy bottom layer atop which only a handful of the others remain. Esteban swipes them out of the box immediately, but even he can tell that there will be damage to them all-- several are entirely pitch-dark, but the paper isn't a soaked mess, and maybe they can manage to dry these somehow.
Beetroot-- Beetroot has dark splotches across its cream paper, but some of it has survived, might manage to shed some information for the snatches of clear parchment that remains. He does not waste time into breaking the seal and opening it.
A ping alerts Kaiba of received files, but they risk being in a rather pitiful state, if he's noticed what Esteban has managed to bring out of that box. The half-elf is also glancing through these, but the smudges makes it difficult to read much through it.
"Um... Alright, I have something..." his companion manages, but his voice trailing off is not the most encouraging sign. "But it's pretty garbled. I see bits and pieces, but nothin' much." He doesn't ask if Kaiba can do anything, because he's not sure that he can, and Esteban doesn't want to put pressure on him, even if accidentally.