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Post by Genjiro Shoji on Nov 19, 2014 10:01:42 GMT -5
While Genjiro enjoyed indulging in a few games of chance every once in a while, Lady Luck's failed to entice him this day. Instead, he had an agenda: if he was to survive Death's sadistic bloodfest and reunite with Kichiro, he had no choice but to take part in this needlessly violent fracas. He had to acquire more souls. Only then would his odds of survival increase. Sure, he was quite the intelligent fellow and had a penchant for complex strategy – they didn't call him the King of Gambits for nothing. But even a well-formulated plan wouldn't save him from somebody who could outsmart and/or outmatch him; that much was for certain. There would always be somebody better than him. But until that point came, Genjiro made it a point to choose his battles wisely. Fortunately for the spiky-haired Gambler, he knew where to pick them. Enter the Fate's End: an unsavory gambling establishment holed up inside the Underbelly's more shadier corners. Criminals, swindlers, cheaters, thieves, liars; all manner of thugs and wrongdoers made their mark here, pitting whatever they had of value against one another in high-stakes games. Some were even brave or foolish enough to wager their priceless souls in the hopes of eliminating future competition whilst simultaneously bolstering their own reserves. It killed two birds with one stone. How deplorable, Genjiro mused to himself. Just the mere thought of associating with these crooks and vagabonds was enough to create a nauseating sensation in the pit of his stomach. And to think, many of them thought of these types of games as honest, fair, or even fun. But not this Gambler. Today, he was going to make his presence known. Upon arriving, Genjiro sighed through his nostrils. What a dump. It had the appearance of a back-alley tavern or something similar to it; a street lamp flickered nearby, with a ramshackle wooden sign being the only means of identifying his chosen venue of battle: the Fate's End Casino. An odor most foul loomed in the air, likely emanating from the heaps of garbage situated in an alley on the right side. Truly, this place reeked of the stench of Death. In a dramatic sweeping motion, Genjiro removed his leather jacket and flung it over his shoulders as though it were a cape, adjusting the small black box that hang at his side so that its lid could be easily removed; inside it were his deck of cards, his weapon, the Fool's Excuse. A majority of the cards had yet to be enchanted with new spells and creatures for him to summon, but for now, he was sure that the monsters available to him would suffice. "I issue a challenge to the strongest warrior here!" Genjiro declared at the top of his lungs, folding his arms into his slender body. "Step forward and face me in battle, and fight with honor and pride! Duel me, or wallow in your cowardice like the charlatans you are!" A bold exclamation from a fighter who only had two spare souls. Was he behaving brashly? Did he have a death wish? No. Genjiro was merely doing what only the best Gamblers could do. He was betting with his life. |
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Hyaku
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Yur a Wizard
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Post by Hyaku on Nov 21, 2014 23:36:18 GMT -5
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"]  EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW THAT THEIR OPPONENT HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE [attr="class","next"]Fate's End Casino, what a dump, and it wasn't just the literal trash laying everywhere that made it that way. It was the people here, they were on the highest tiers of disgusting. Most of these people didn't give two shits about themselves, even in the afterlife, they'd rather sit around here and get drunk instead of taking the offer of infinite power. It was baffling that everybody wasn't jumping on this whole "becoming a God" deal. Absolutely pathetic, pretty much everyone of these tools.
Why be here, then? Well, the clone thought to himself; if these fools didn't care about their lives, what right did they have to them? He might as well come in and take them all; it would be easy pickings. He would win this game at any cost, he would become the strongest, he would even become a step beyond Death and punch her in that smug little face of hers. A short white-haired teenaged sat at the bar thinking these thoughts to himself, smiling at the power fantasy.
Alcohol wasn't really his deal. It tasted like ass and tended to make him puke, but it also numbed pain, which would be good considering he was planning on taking this whole casino out. He'd never done something like that, level a building, and he thought it was about time that limit was reached and broken. He had a development plan for his own body, he would continue to reach the next tier of strength and break the limits of it until he broke the highest one, in which he would surely ascend the mere status of a God.
Nobody was messing with him, which was strange in a rough place like this, at least at first glance. If one would look closer, they would see two fallen corpses of what looked to be like some sort of muscular pig people at the base of his chair; each being three times the size of the teenager sitting above them. A small pool of blood seeped from where he sat, leading a disgruntled casino employee to come out with a makeshift mop and attempt to clean it up. It was pointless, this floor was so covered in dried booze and vomit that a little blood added to the mix would probably be an improvement.
The white haired individual slammed down his empty beer can and turned around in his swivel chair, looking out into the crowd. It was about time to bring this piece of shit to the ground. Just as he was about to begin the massacre, however, he heard a stern voice call out from the other side of the casino. "I issue a challenge to the strongest warrior here!" The strongest warrior here, huh? There was no mistaking who that was. Maybe a little fun could be had here after all. "Step forward and face me in battle, and fight with honor and pride! Duel me, or wallow in your cowardice like the charlatans you are!" What was this guy going on about? The champions he met here just seemed to get stranger and stranger. Whatever, this was a challenge, and that was something he simply could not resist. The clone got to his feet, casually walking through the blood and the crowd with his hands placed in his pockets.
"Oh good, and I thought this was just going to be a natural disaster." The five foot five clone walked out from the crowd to face the speaker of this challenge, a man with quite the wardrobe of leather. He never understood how people found that comfortable at all. "Those are so boring, just mechanical slaughter. I like it when my pigs fight back." His voice was deep yet mellow. He was unnaturally calm for somebody who was about to enter combat, and in no battle stance. "I accept your challenge." His hands still stayed in his pockets, a grin coming across his face, "I'll even let you have the first move, come on." HP: 5 MP: 16 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 18px; width:275px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 115px; width:275px; overflow: auto;padding: 5px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] |
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