Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: ???? Casino
01-21-2010, 08:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Fate played it's hand indeed! It could even affect the nature of gods! Whit laughed a bit. Even the skull seemed to agree. Whit looked around... These people had the same air to them as the other contestants. They probably all were fighters. No problem, he liked it this way. All it meant was the rules would be enforced by the public. Normally, this would bother him, to be hindered by rules again- but it was apparent the rules were superficial here. If the bleeding man was any example, anything could be bet- and still, they were here to bet their lives. It occurred to him that here was a place to play a game with Itzal... being in a home environment evened the playing field.
He was thinking again, clearly. The skull seemed pleased, if a bit less powerful. This was a place where he, himself could shine- but first, he needed to figure everything out. He glanced right and left at the other contestants. They didn't seem quite sure if they should fight or not... Good.
Whit briskly stepped forward, to a poker table. The strange people watched him cautiously. He smiled a little, thin smile. The denizens of the casino began to turn away- he was one of them. Sitting down, he greeted the others.
"Hello. My name is Whit. This is my first time here. Could you explain the rules?"
"nope."
"nah."
"heh."
Nobody at the table seemed to keen on responding. Whit turned to the Dealer... and saw something... familiar?
The dealer smiled, nodded, and began dealing.
"Don't worry," he said, "I know you'll learn. You'll do fine."
Whit stared at the Dealer, but could not make out exactly... Oh well, it didn't matter. He tenetively dug through his pocket, and pulled out the .500 caliber revolver that he had barely used. Instantly, he felt blades against his neck. Slowly, without moving, he glanced around to see several firearms pointed at him. He slowly placed the gun in the chip slot. The weapons went back in their sheathes. Whit made note of the nature of this casino and glanced down at the chip slot. A small screen said: 510. The gun was worth 510 chips, it seemed. He looked around- the others had chip counts in the thousands. Whit sighed, and decided to test something else. He removed most of the hoodoo shards from his jackets, and dropped them in. The count jumped to 2780. It seemed that magical items were weighed fairly heavily in terms of worth... He looked up and smiled. The game began.
The first game, he lost. He did it mostly on purpose- to further test the system. However, he wouldn't discount the skill of the others. They had... a special touch to them. Whit lost 200 chips.
"So, where would you like those chips to come from?" The dealer said.
Whit blinked, but thought he had the gist of it. He pointed at the gun.
"Yes, that's acceptable. All from there?"
"Yes."
The gun seemed to dissolve, pieces flying over to the other player's slots, and then only half the gun remained.
The dealer spoke again. "By the way, you aren't allowed to leave with just a piece of an item. Items must remain in the game at all times, as pieces of an item are hardly worth the same as the whole, right? If you must go, though, you are certainly allowed to trade your piece in for chips, so long as the piece stays on the table."
"...That makes sense. Alright, I believe I understand now. Let's play again, shall we?"
In two games, he earned back twice what he had lost. He noticed that he had the whole gun again- it must have been an obvious action for the other players, to let go of things that weren't whole, that couldn't be used. Whit made note of this, and continued his play. He'd amass what he could here, in preparation for more dangerous games. Although interesting, the people at this table were in no way ready to bet everything- they weren't worth truly playing. The dealer grinned as he watched Whit's dangerous playing.
Fate played it's hand indeed! It could even affect the nature of gods! Whit laughed a bit. Even the skull seemed to agree. Whit looked around... These people had the same air to them as the other contestants. They probably all were fighters. No problem, he liked it this way. All it meant was the rules would be enforced by the public. Normally, this would bother him, to be hindered by rules again- but it was apparent the rules were superficial here. If the bleeding man was any example, anything could be bet- and still, they were here to bet their lives. It occurred to him that here was a place to play a game with Itzal... being in a home environment evened the playing field.
He was thinking again, clearly. The skull seemed pleased, if a bit less powerful. This was a place where he, himself could shine- but first, he needed to figure everything out. He glanced right and left at the other contestants. They didn't seem quite sure if they should fight or not... Good.
Whit briskly stepped forward, to a poker table. The strange people watched him cautiously. He smiled a little, thin smile. The denizens of the casino began to turn away- he was one of them. Sitting down, he greeted the others.
"Hello. My name is Whit. This is my first time here. Could you explain the rules?"
"nope."
"nah."
"heh."
Nobody at the table seemed to keen on responding. Whit turned to the Dealer... and saw something... familiar?
The dealer smiled, nodded, and began dealing.
"Don't worry," he said, "I know you'll learn. You'll do fine."
Whit stared at the Dealer, but could not make out exactly... Oh well, it didn't matter. He tenetively dug through his pocket, and pulled out the .500 caliber revolver that he had barely used. Instantly, he felt blades against his neck. Slowly, without moving, he glanced around to see several firearms pointed at him. He slowly placed the gun in the chip slot. The weapons went back in their sheathes. Whit made note of the nature of this casino and glanced down at the chip slot. A small screen said: 510. The gun was worth 510 chips, it seemed. He looked around- the others had chip counts in the thousands. Whit sighed, and decided to test something else. He removed most of the hoodoo shards from his jackets, and dropped them in. The count jumped to 2780. It seemed that magical items were weighed fairly heavily in terms of worth... He looked up and smiled. The game began.
The first game, he lost. He did it mostly on purpose- to further test the system. However, he wouldn't discount the skill of the others. They had... a special touch to them. Whit lost 200 chips.
"So, where would you like those chips to come from?" The dealer said.
Whit blinked, but thought he had the gist of it. He pointed at the gun.
"Yes, that's acceptable. All from there?"
"Yes."
The gun seemed to dissolve, pieces flying over to the other player's slots, and then only half the gun remained.
The dealer spoke again. "By the way, you aren't allowed to leave with just a piece of an item. Items must remain in the game at all times, as pieces of an item are hardly worth the same as the whole, right? If you must go, though, you are certainly allowed to trade your piece in for chips, so long as the piece stays on the table."
"...That makes sense. Alright, I believe I understand now. Let's play again, shall we?"
In two games, he earned back twice what he had lost. He noticed that he had the whole gun again- it must have been an obvious action for the other players, to let go of things that weren't whole, that couldn't be used. Whit made note of this, and continued his play. He'd amass what he could here, in preparation for more dangerous games. Although interesting, the people at this table were in no way ready to bet everything- they weren't worth truly playing. The dealer grinned as he watched Whit's dangerous playing.