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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 6, 2014 13:34:58 GMT -5
Genjiro was never the type of person to allow himself to just relax and unwind after a long day, and it showed in his body posture. Whether he was standing up or seated in a comfortable leather chair, his back was always fixed straight and rigid, as if somebody had lodged a metal rod inside his spine and forgot to take it out. Even at Lady Luck's, Valhalla's biggest casino establishment, the man with the ostentatious hairdo couldn't bring himself to loosen up even a tiny bit. Instead, he sat at one of the counters in the bar area, pensively shuffling a deck of playing cards without so much as a single peep from his lips. Not even a ditty. There was much going on inside his mind. The "games", as the God of Death so proudly liked to refer to them as; the various souls that gleefully participated and involved themselves, slaughtering all around them without pity or remorse; the possibility that even he, skilled as he was or may have been, would find his own life terminated at the drop of a pin... But these musings paled in comparison to one thought that dominated his psyche. Kichiro... Where in heaven or hell was he? "Sir, may I suggest you order a drink?" A well-mannered voice broke the silence, grabbing Genjiro's attention briefly. An older gentleman, dressed in a tuxedo that seemed to rival the opulence of his work environment, smiled at the young man as he continued polishing a snifter glass with a white rag. "It isn't required, per se, but it might help take some of the tension away from whatever might be troubling you." "I'll just have water with ice, please. Thank you," Genjiro was never much for drinking alcohol; it interfered with his mission, his personal crusade, made it harder to focus on what was truly important to him. It dulled his judgement. And, in a place like this, rationality was a scarce commodity. The bartender merely nodded in confirmation and, after a few moments, produced a tall glass of the clear liquid, having dropped a few frozen cubes inside prior to pouring. Setting it in front of Genjiro, he smiled warmly before returning to his cleaning duties, leaving the young man to continue shuffling his cards without another word. |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 6, 2014 14:07:13 GMT -5
"My, my, someone who doesn't wish to drink their cares away in this wretched place?" Miano Talbot cooed from the poker table as he watched the stranger with the odd hair out of the corner of his eye. The vampire grinned as his eyes turned back to his hand, and near instantly two of the participants claimed a fold. Now it was only him and the rather large gentleman opposite of him still in the game, but it was all for naught regardless. The dealer coughed and signaled for the two men to reveal their hands, the burly green skinned gent laughing away with reckless abandon.
"Read 'em 'n' weep, Talbot! Four of'n kind, straight aces!" The black haired man in butler attire only closed his eyes calmly in response, his smile forming slowly into a small frown.
"Much too hasty, old chap," as he opened his eyes, his quick hands swept his cards out for both the orc and the dealer to see, "Royal Flush, I do believe this game is mine." At that a smirk curled upon his lips, but the beaten party appeared to have a vein in his forehead near popping in response. Anger was the usual reaction from his ilk. Regardless, Miano took his winnings in hand and began off towards the teller's booth.
"Better luck next time." He called out, throwing another glance at the stiff seated at the bar. Something about him seemed uncannily familiar. Perhaps it was the posture? The way he appeared to have already been done in by Vlad Tepes himself, yet still managed to get around properly. Either way, he was going to be sure to catch up with such a fine specimen after exchanging his chips. Miano thrummed at the counter as he waited, the little goblin behind the glass rummaging through mounds of hacksilver until he'd weighed out just the right amount. Giving a thanks to the balding, bespectacled creature, he finally made his way towards the bar.
"Please, monsieur, please, tell me you know what I'm thinking!" He called out to the barkeeper whimsically.
"Yes, Sir Talbot, a Bloody Mary as always, I presume?"
"You would be correct, but where I'd like the blood to come from," he paused at a sharp key as he sat next to his prime specimen, there being no mistake that he was eyeballing the man now, "that may be another story."
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 6, 2014 14:59:27 GMT -5
"My, my, someone who doesn't wish to drink their cares away in this wretched place?" A stranger seemed to tease Genjiro from a small distance away, his voice carrying an aura of sophistication and class with it. Aristocrat, perhaps? Or maybe he was simply being a pretentious ass? Either way, he failed to do an effective job of wrenching Genjiro's attentions away from the deck of cards in front of him, his fingers still toying with each card as he flipped them every which way, juggling and shuffling the deck with an unprecedented level of skill that could only come with years of practice. While he refused to entertain the foppish gentleman's sardonic attitude, feeling that doing so in a place like this would be unflattering, Genjiro listened intently to the commotion nearby, picking up audio cues to determine what was going on. Based on the boisterous taunting from one of the fellows, it seemed that a card game was being played. Given that they were in a casino, it was only fitting. "Better luck next time." Genjiro clicked the deck against the bar counter softly, straightening the cards out with the tips of his fingers. So it seemed that this gentleman was skilled at the game. Good for him. It took a few moments before the fellow found his way towards the bar itself and took up a seat next to Genjiro. He ordered a Bloody Mary, a common choice of drink among the patrons here, but what came afterward immediately summomned a red warning flag in the back of Genjiro's mind. "You would be correct, but where I'd like the blood to come from, that may be another story."The weirdly-haired man shot a quick glance to his immediate right, capturing a few of the gentleman's details for himself. Black hair pulled into a ponytail, monocle, expensive-looking clothes befitting a butler instead of an aristocrat. Pale skin. Red eyes. The earlier comment alone was enough to provide Genjiro with a hypothesis as to what he may have been, but to assume the incorrect about a total stranger would be rude – as if the subtext to that comment wasn't disturbing enough as it is. Taking a small sip of his water, Genjiro adjusted the jacket that lay draped over his shoulders and continued to shuffle his cards. "I'm sorry, but if that's how you flirt with people, you're not doing an effective job at it," he said curtly, fingering one of the cards' rounded corners as he rolled it left and right. "And besides, well-dressed as you are, you're not my type." |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 6, 2014 16:35:22 GMT -5
"Oh, but you're quite to my tastes, I assure you." The vampire paused, his eyebrows lowering ever so slightly as he turned back in his seat towards the bartender, stirring his drink slowly with the straw given to him. It had been quite some time since he could say he'd found someone who could utterly resist his charms, though those who did were usually the saintly types. This man, however, did not appear to be such a person. He sipped at the tomato-laden beverage silently after lifting the glass to his lips, and then just as silently placed it back at the counter.
"You should feel honored," he didn't even turn his head to look at the wild-haired youth, "I do not simply take interest in just anyone I come across. My no." He then turned the glass up and downed the entire drink, though, where one would expect a slam to the table, Miano simply held it out to the elderly barkeep working this evening. As it was retrieved he gave a drawn, collected sigh and continued, "I can tell you've had proper time to... ripen. I can see it in your eyes, even from a distance, you've witnessed things which not many could come out of with such excellent posture."
A chuckle rang out as he popped open the cuff on his glove and stood, "Per filo," and in an instant the silver began to draw out into long strands of wire, each of which seemed to rest perfectly where the ends of his gloves' finger holes ended. "To wire, if you prefer. I do hope you don't take it as rude, but simply looking at you leaves me famished." His grin had returned now, and with it his fangs poked their way into view.
"Shall we dance, monsieur?"
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 6, 2014 17:23:17 GMT -5
"Oh, but you're quite to my tastes, I assure you." Another warning siren blared inside Genjiro's mind, yet he resisted – albeit grudgingly – the urge to scoff or roll his eyes. Why did he always attract the strange ones? A moment of silence passed between the two before the wild-haired spirit sighed out a bored response. "That's very flattering of you.""You should feel honored, I do not simply take interest in just anyone I come across. My no." And there was the third red flag. Either he was the worst stalker to roam the streets of Valhalla, or this man was clearly intent on getting beneath his skin. Genjiro cut the deck in half and shuffled the cards back together once more, pushing them into one another to form a neat, straightened pile. "I can tell you've had proper time to... ripen. I can see it in your eyes, even from a distance, you've witnessed things which not many could come out of with such excellent posture." His eyelids lowered into a pensive stare, yet Genjiro was not set on letting his guard down any time soon. Although he was merely assuming things from his perspective, whether or not he knew it, the gentleman was right. Perhaps he said what he did because he, too, had a dark and troubled past? Who was to say? But this fellow ought to be more careful with how he speaks to people, otherwise he'll run headfirst into a whole slew of problems. But Genjiro, ever the patient one, managed to disregard his statements with yet more silence. "Per filo," Zzzzzzzzzz... A mild whizzing noise entered Genjiro's line of hearing, causing him to snap a glare in the other man's direction. Nothing was there except the figure in question; he sat there, that ominous glint in his ruby red eyes, his hands toying with each other as though they belonged to a child eager to cause some mischief. "To wire, if you prefer. I do hope you don't take it as rude, but simply looking at you leaves me famished." All it took at that point was a single glimpse at the pointed canines in the gentleman's mouth for Genjiro to finally realize precisely who — rather, to put it more accurately, what — he was now dealing with. "Shall we dance, monsieur?"Without pause nor warning, Genjiro shifted off of his seat, glass of water and cards in hand, as he lifted the reservoir to his lips and finished the entirety of its contents in a few, large gulps. Without breaking face, he continued to shuffle his cards, then turned to face the well-dressed man with a focused stare. "You would intend on starting a fight here, surrounded by people who want nothing more than to relax?" Genjiro questioned sternly, then proceeded to wag a finger as if though to shame the other man. "Considering you think I'm so uptight as it is," he continued with a smirk, referencing his comment from earlier to add more salt to the wound, "How about we play a game, instead?"Lifting his arms up, hands stretched outward and the deck of cards grasped in one hand, Genjiro pinched his fingers together and unleashed a spray of cards across the span of his body, literally catching the entire torrent as it seamlessly left one hand and entered the next. A few more skillful tricks in similar vein before he began shuffling the deck in a variety of ways. "If you can correctly pick your card within three moves, I'll gladly engage in battle with you — but only on the condition that we fight in an isolated location. Now..." With that, he fanned the deck out as far as he could and lifted the collection of cards before his face, concealing a devilish grin behind them the whole time. "Pick a card. Any card." |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 6, 2014 18:06:40 GMT -5
"You would intend on starting a fight here, surrounded by people who want nothing more than to relax?" Miano's grin never faltered as he continued to weave his silver wires between his hands. Perhaps he had picked out a fool by mistake. Or was he simply making an attempt at countering the vampire's previous statements? Either way, it was decided. This runt would be his next meal.
"You think anyone here would actually bat an eyelash should I choose to craft a magnificent waltz across these grounds," his pupils dilated drastically for a short moment before he finished his question, "bathed in your blood and bile?" With a flick of his wrist, the near-invisible wires could be seen in the lighting as they arced within the air, before crashing down on the chair his prey had been seated in moments before. The wood splintered as they came down, constricting the finely crafted seat in an instant. While Bloody Mary's may have left a bitter taste, truly not a drink for the soft of palette, they did indeed grant him an odd benefit. One which had only manifested here in Asgard.
"Considering you think I'm so uptight as it is, how about we play a game, instead?" This was followed in response by only a curious tilt of the head from the black haired gentleman as his wires slowly reeled their way back to him as he gyrated his wrists. Perhaps this would be more interesting than Miano had considered. After the youth displayed his immense skill at shuffling, a slowly dying art sadly, he continued with, "If you can correctly pick your card within three moves, I'll gladly engage in battle with you — but only on the condition that we fight in an isolated location. Now," he could only watch eagerly now, "Pick a card. Any card."
"Very well, but perhaps I should make this a bit more fair." Miano scoffed as he took ten paces back, "From a distance. I do hope you trust my marksmanship enough to not nip any fingers. Fufufu..." And with that the vampire waved his arm outward, the wires carving their path through the open space in an unexpectedly gentle manner before snapping around a card. He then lifted his other arm, the wires weaving at the ends in order to suspend the playing card in midair. It twirled, revealing itself to be the Jack of Spades.
"Your move." Just as gently as he'd snatched it, the man placed the Jack back in his opponent's hands, his face becoming eerily serious. "I do hope you're prepared to lose this little game of yours, sir."
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 7, 2014 9:43:25 GMT -5
Garotte wire filaments. So that was this man's weapon of choice, then. By the way he had managed to completely shred the bar stool that Genjiro had been sitting in merely seconds ago, it was already clear that he was quite skilled at manipulating the metal strings, all of which glistened with a silver hue in the casino's overhead lighting. It also became evident that he was beyond reproach; the fanged figure had every intention of killing him, and he was confident that everyone present would likely clap their hands in sadistic delight. Genjiro narrowed his eyes into a threatening glare. Yet another remorseless murderer roaming Asgard. "Assuming you aren't being watched by any of my friends, I suppose no one would bother coming to my aid," Genjiro spoke from behind the fanned deck of cards, a bluff on his part. The only person he knew would come to his rescue would be his brother Kichiro; unfortunately, it had been four centuries since the two had last seen one another. The odds that Kichiro would be here in this very casino, witnessing these exact events unfold, were astronomically low. But that didn't prevent Genjiro from placing his bets on it, slim as they were. After all, a Gambler knows how to squeeze the best luck out of any situation. Further emphasizing that point, the sharp-dressed gentleman in the pretentious monocle appeared willing to entertain the wild-haired youth's offer for a card game. Good. That bought him a few minutes of extra time; time he was now spending on formulating a strategy to enact later. "Very well, but perhaps I should make this a bit more fair." Genjiro blinked stoically, watching his opponent move several feet away until a considerable gap lie between the two of them. "From a distance. I do hope you trust my marksmanship enough to not nip any fingers. Fufufu..." A veiled threat? Or perhaps it was a direct one? Genjiro stayed his tongue for now — the last thing he wanted was to upset or anger this psychopath while his guard was low. Within an instant, the gentleman waved a hand through the air as the metal wires attached to his gloves whizzed loudly, carefully wrapping itself around one of the cards in Genjiro's deck before pulling it upward, the filaments working in unison with one another to make it spin so that the leather-clad youth could see exactly what he had pulled. "The Jack of Spades," he muttered to himself, allowing the gentleman to return the card to its proper place with the same level of skill as he exercised when pulling the card out. "Your move. I do hope you're prepared to lose this little game of yours, sir." I do hope you're prepared to eat those words, vile fiend. Genjiro mused to himself, slapping both hands together in order to shift the deck of cards back into their compact state, shuffling them together with the speed and dexterity of a master player. A few flourishes here and a trick shuffle there, and the deck was once again fanned out for the smart-looking vampire to choose his card once again. "Three moves. Win within that limit, and I'll gladly battle you to your twisted heart's delight." |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 7, 2014 14:00:17 GMT -5
"I listened to the rules the first time, I assure you." Miano scowled as he thought on it for a moment. Truly, the speed and grace with which his foe shuffled his deck made it nearly impossible to follow, so this was all down to a mere guessing game at this point. Guessing, however, was part of the card counting process. While not entirely sporting to the true purpose of card games such as poker, it had become too easy for the vampire to do so throughout his life. It was second nature, just as controlling his wires was.
The vampire launched them once more, making his first guess. The silver wires wrapped around his selection much like they had done the first time, and lifted the card for both men to see.
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 15, 2014 16:14:59 GMT -5
Genjiro stood his ground and patiently waited for the vampire to make his move, gripping his deck of cards with tensed fingertips. Even at a distance, it was difficult to actually see the gentleman maneuver the razor thin wires attached to his gloves, especially given how fine they were, but the way the casino's beams of light appeared to dance and flicker around him served as evidence to the speed and dexterity at which he claimed to be able to manipulate them. Genjiro made no mistake about it – this man was truly deadly at his art. It was only a matter of seconds before the filaments found their way around Genjiro's cards, gently snapping against one of them before tugging the card into the air in suspended animation. A faint grin, hidden from behind the fanned deck, stretched across the wild-haired Gambler's thin, pale lips. "The Two of Hearts," he called out, and as if on cue, the card itself spun around to reveal itself for the vampire to witness with his own two eyes. "In some countries, this card represented a fated encounter between two people; a meeting of destiny. Sadly for you, that fails to apply here in this game of pure chance." He snatched the card from the "air" and returned it back to the deck, performing another shuffling technique to rival Houdini himself, before fanning the deck out a second time in duplicate fashion. "You have two moves left." |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 17, 2014 10:46:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: 0 | | ENDURANCE: 7 | | MAGIC: 2 | | BARRIER: 1 | | DEXTERITY: 1 | | SPEED: 2 |
[attr="class","next"]Miano sighed, not seeming as enthused as his partner in this little game. Quite dreadful, it was nearly enough to instigate a yawn, though he wouldn't be caught dead giving this gambling whelp the satisfaction of such. No matter the fact that both men were, technically, already dead. Semantics, really, it all boiled down to the state of being which were their souls. Yes, and both of them were alive and well by those standards, even here in Asgard.
"It appears my luck has failed me on the first draw. However, we shall see how the second and third play out." Once more he sent out his silver wire tendrils, controlling them deftly with but his fingers like a master puppeteer. The time for games would soon be over, and, even if this snack got away from Miano, he was sure to pick off simpler prey later. Hell, even if this game was lost, what kept him from simply devouring this card dealing boy anyway? Pride? Honor? No, Miano Talbot was above those things. He was above all things. In his eyes, the vampire was destined to claim his rightful throne and defeat all who opposed him.
Miano Talbot would be a god.
MaD1HO9c1-52 | [attr="class","uhm"]Heart of the cards. | [attr="class","uhm2"]203 |
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 18, 2014 9:54:37 GMT -5
Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself; the dapper man with the wicked-looking canines exuded nothing but raw irritation for Genjiro's attempts at playful banter. Then again, humor wasn't the wild-haired soul's strongest suit – pun somewhat intended. That being said, pressing this man's buttons any further would likely motivate him to abandon the game and take a more barbaric approach to the situation. Assuming he was as civilized as the way he dressed, Genjiro had to ensure that he would uphold his end of the deal. And he had just the trick in case things got sticky. Genjiro watched patiently as his disgruntled opponent repeated his skillful performance of dancing silver wires, using naught but a mere flick of his wrists to send them speeding towards the deck of cards until they wrapped their way around his second card of choice, hoisting it into the air for both to see. He had to physically withhold the urge to grin once again, maintaining a poker face that could even put Lady Gaga to shame. The Eight of Clubs had been revealed – a second, incorrect pull. "You have one last chance, sir," Genjiro reminded him, likely agitating him further than he wanted to, but opting nevertheless to continue on as he pulled the Eight of Clubs away from the animated wires to shuffle it back into the deck. "But if I may be audacious enough to inquire, why pick a fight with me? Surely there must be better competition for you to exterminate." Part of the question was honest – after all, Genjiro went out of his way to avoid unnecessary conflict – but the other part was merely an attempt to stall for time whilst he tried to cull the man for information. One of the Gambler's many skills lay in visual observation – the ability to point out cracks in a person's playing style; the capacity to see through any bluff directed towards him; the skill to outmatch anyone and everyone when it came to discerning their motives in a game. He may have been against cheating, but as a Gambler, lying was arguably one of his best qualities. One final shuffle, and the cards were fanned out again. None of them were out of place, nor did they protrude any extra distance. It was an honest, clean, fair chance for both parties. The vampire merely has to pull the Jack of Spades and he would come out victorious – for better or worse. But he only had one shot. "Why waste your time fighting small fry – why waste your time and mine?" |
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Post by Miano Talbot on Nov 20, 2014 19:55:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"] | STRENGTH: 0 | | ENDURANCE: 7 | | MAGIC: 4 | | BARRIER: 1 | | DEXTERITY: 1 | | SPEED: 2 |
[attr="class","next"]"Wasting time for either of us is merely an illusion here. As long as we've not been depleted of our souls here, our time is infinite." Miano spun whimsically, finally given an opportunity to bless those around him with a speech. "Our goal here does not boil down to whom we decide to prey upon, nor what course we take. Our Mistress has given us the opportunity to ascend to her status as a divine figure!" He tossed out his wires once more, though merely slid them along the back of the man's hand slowly, nearly in a manner which some would deem kin to molester's intent.
"We are given this gift from a GOD, and who would I be not to cherish it? TO BASK IN IT?" He cackled, holding his hands out as if grasping out for a magnificent fruit just out of his grasp. This caused his wires to lash out wildly, spinning in a flurry and nicking at the floor and ceiling. "For one to consider themselves a waste of time, or to even consider ME one, oh my..." He finally picked his card, snatching it from Genjiro's hand hastily.
"You must have a death wish."
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get in line, muchacho.
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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 20, 2014 23:16:18 GMT -5
"Wasting time for either of us is merely an illusion here. As long as we've not been depleted of our souls here, our time is infinite." Genjiro merely shook his head, expressing disappointment in his opponent. What a sad, deluded way of thinking, he concluded to himself. That's precisely why their time was so precious and valuable here in Asgard: Death had robbed immortality of all its inherent meaning – by turning the very essences of all once-living things as a form of currency for her perverted slaughterfests, to be frittered about as though they were physical coin or bill without consequence. Absolutely disgusting. "Our goal here does not boil down to whom we decide to prey upon, nor what course we take. Our Mistress has given us the opportunity to ascend to her status as a divine figure!" The spiky-haired Gambler's muscles tensed up as the vampire skillfully tossed his wires forth for a third and final time, casting them about so that they brushed up against his skin with ominous, almost bloodthirsty subtlety and finesse, like fingertips being slowly pulled across the surface of his body. "We are given this gift from a GOD, and who would I be not to cherish it? TO BASK IN IT? For one to consider themselves a waste of time, or to even consider ME one, oh my..." The wires lifted from his form, and Genjiro immediately allowed his posture to relax again, resisting the urge to gulp in the face of his foe; he was clearly beyond bargaining with – the allure of Death's honeyed lies had already taken their hold on his now-fragile psyche. He could not be reasoned with. Ergo, he must be punished. "You must have a death wish."Genjiro sighed, then glared intensely at his now-to-be-target. "On the contrary," he called out with a level of confidence largely unsuited to the dire straights he was now faced with. "I'm merely studying what makes you tick." This man was blind with bloodlust, his vampiric affliction likely to be the primary source; the unnatural conditions imposed upon Asgard – no thanks to the God of Death herself – compounded his psychosis to dangerous extremes. No matter what Genjiro chose to do after he drew the third card, battle would be the only way out. Which meant the likelihood of either of them dying would increase exponentially if he didn't act soon. The final card was lifted into the air by the strands of wire attached to the snazzily dressed combatant's gloves, and was revealed to all: the Six of Spades. Genjiro scoffed at the sarcasm of the situation, seemingly disappointed by the outcome. He failed to win the game, but at the end of the day, Murphy's Law appeared to have won out. He slumped his shoulders, appearing to accept his inevitable death at the hands of this crazed madman– –That was, until a cluster of large, shimmering, iridescent blades made of blinding light descended upon the casino floor, scattered haphazardly about. From their glowing forms emanated a sickeningly powerful suppressive field that the vampire would soon discover existed to weigh him down, as the magic that coursed through the sword-like constructs reacted violently to negative intentions. They were hostility-suppression swords – and Genjiro Shoji would proudly reveal his ace in the hole, lifting the ensorceled card for the bloodsucking maniac to see. "Let me remind you that not everyone here will take to your philosophy as kindly as I have forced myself to stomach thus far, creature," Genjiro snarled, making an extra dig at his otherworldly nature. "Death's wiles have poisoned your mind and have stolen the meaning of purpose from you, and for that, I pity you." With a final, almost taunt-like shuffle of his deck of cards, the Gambler gracefully spun around on the heel of his boot and shoved the pack right into its allotted deck case at his side. "To kill you would stain my pride as a Gambler–" As he started to walk away from the subdued vampire, he raised a hand for him to see, a lone middle finger standing straight up. "–So I'll see to it that pure, bad luck hands you your just desserts instead."And with that, Genjiro Shoji calmly and arrogantly walked off, stealing away the vampire's opportunity to get the jump on him, had he the mind to make an attempt at such. Not that it really mattered – Genjiro had far more pressing matters to attend to, and he was merely a tiny speck in the way of his goals. If the other gentleman had the sense of mind to see his predicament for what it was, he'd consider it an act of mercy that Genjiro opted to simply walk away instead of indulge him in the thrill of the fight. Genjiro Shoji would have refused to hold back.
Spell Used: Suppression Blades
Description: Genjiro tosses a card forward, causing it to explode into a shower of glittering sword-shaped constructs which rain down and skewer the battlefield. The blades themselves are harmless effigies created from positive energy which serves to quash all hostile intent for three turns before dissipating. As long as the Suppression Blades are in play, all combatants cannot cast spells or swing their weapon with the intent to inflict harm. [ THREAD EXIT ]
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