Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-26-2010, 12:16 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit was troubled. It seemed that Itzal had swapped around the items in the deck, in a seemingly random order. However, something didn't fit. Whit went over his knowledge of Itzal.
On their first meeting, Itzal had tried to bluff him into thinking he teleported the Godgun's inner workings. What was the point of that? If Itzal's power was unlimited, it would have teleported the gun competely, or something that wasn't just a bluff. It could have been that Itzal had simply been messing around, but playing around didn't suit Itzal. Certainly, it had a flourish to it's actions, but Whit could not recall one instance where Itzal had done something that would do nothing. Itzal's teleportation was limited to size or wieght, it seemed.
Then, considering their next meeting... Itzal wanted Whit absolutely dead, then. Why not teleport a bit of air into his bloodstream, if Itzal was trying to kill him? The teleportation must have been limited to solids, or line of sight. But, line of sight didn't make sense. Whit saw that Itzal could get any card, even if it didn't know which was which. limited to Solids was the answer. However, then, why not remove a piece of his brain, then? The teleportation must also have been limited to whole objects.
Finally, right now. Whit had watched carefully- Itzal always had the correct number of cards. It was already apparent that Itzal had a time delay on this teleportation, so if it had teleported one card into the deck and then another out, a card would have vanished for a space of time. Instead, The card Itzal wanted must have swapped with the card it was returning- an instantanious replacement teleportation.
A final piece of memory was that Whenever Itzal attempted to teleport an object, it would appear in it's hands. Contact was required for the teleportation.
Whit evaluted all this, and realized All of the cards that were being swapped must have gone through Itzal's hand. Whit grimanced. Itzal could scramble the order and see each card... He didn't have a chance- wait. A thought struck him. Itzal's power can't be that fast, or else Whit would never win anything. At best, Itzal would have been able to scramble and view the top few cards. If so, Whit's cards would have been near what he expected. Whit looked at his cards again. They were entirely unfamiliar. This puzzled Whit. If the cards weren't supposed to be here or anywhere near, that meant Itzal had been scrambling the top cards, and then taking the cards in it's hand and scrambling them into random places in the deck. By doing so, Itzal gained no distinct benefit. Was there something Whit had missed?
The question burned into him. Then, he thought, that little piece of information wasn't that important. A slight lack of knowledge like that was easily covered by-
"no. You need to know. You must do this."
Startled, Whit looked at the skull, which had been so quite until now. Then, he considered he point again. Hmm, maybe the skull was right. Knowing was key to victory here- knowing was his greatest ability. Still, he needed time to reason this out... He needed to stall.
Whit suddenly turned to Itzal and asked it a question he had wanted to for a long time, one he was genuinely curisous about. It was a question that defined their entire relationship...
"Tell me, Itzal. Why did you want to play this game with me? It would have been much easier simply to kill me, I believe. What drives you to instead bet your life on a game?"
Whit was troubled. It seemed that Itzal had swapped around the items in the deck, in a seemingly random order. However, something didn't fit. Whit went over his knowledge of Itzal.
On their first meeting, Itzal had tried to bluff him into thinking he teleported the Godgun's inner workings. What was the point of that? If Itzal's power was unlimited, it would have teleported the gun competely, or something that wasn't just a bluff. It could have been that Itzal had simply been messing around, but playing around didn't suit Itzal. Certainly, it had a flourish to it's actions, but Whit could not recall one instance where Itzal had done something that would do nothing. Itzal's teleportation was limited to size or wieght, it seemed.
Then, considering their next meeting... Itzal wanted Whit absolutely dead, then. Why not teleport a bit of air into his bloodstream, if Itzal was trying to kill him? The teleportation must have been limited to solids, or line of sight. But, line of sight didn't make sense. Whit saw that Itzal could get any card, even if it didn't know which was which. limited to Solids was the answer. However, then, why not remove a piece of his brain, then? The teleportation must also have been limited to whole objects.
Finally, right now. Whit had watched carefully- Itzal always had the correct number of cards. It was already apparent that Itzal had a time delay on this teleportation, so if it had teleported one card into the deck and then another out, a card would have vanished for a space of time. Instead, The card Itzal wanted must have swapped with the card it was returning- an instantanious replacement teleportation.
A final piece of memory was that Whenever Itzal attempted to teleport an object, it would appear in it's hands. Contact was required for the teleportation.
Whit evaluted all this, and realized All of the cards that were being swapped must have gone through Itzal's hand. Whit grimanced. Itzal could scramble the order and see each card... He didn't have a chance- wait. A thought struck him. Itzal's power can't be that fast, or else Whit would never win anything. At best, Itzal would have been able to scramble and view the top few cards. If so, Whit's cards would have been near what he expected. Whit looked at his cards again. They were entirely unfamiliar. This puzzled Whit. If the cards weren't supposed to be here or anywhere near, that meant Itzal had been scrambling the top cards, and then taking the cards in it's hand and scrambling them into random places in the deck. By doing so, Itzal gained no distinct benefit. Was there something Whit had missed?
The question burned into him. Then, he thought, that little piece of information wasn't that important. A slight lack of knowledge like that was easily covered by-
"no. You need to know. You must do this."
Startled, Whit looked at the skull, which had been so quite until now. Then, he considered he point again. Hmm, maybe the skull was right. Knowing was key to victory here- knowing was his greatest ability. Still, he needed time to reason this out... He needed to stall.
Whit suddenly turned to Itzal and asked it a question he had wanted to for a long time, one he was genuinely curisous about. It was a question that defined their entire relationship...
"Tell me, Itzal. Why did you want to play this game with me? It would have been much easier simply to kill me, I believe. What drives you to instead bet your life on a game?"