Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
01-28-2010, 10:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit laughed as his life returned. It had all returned, the instant he called luck's name.
For Whit, in that instant, something in his mind clicked, or snapped, and a voice became louder than ever.
"No, no, no, no! You can't do that, you can't... Trust..." the skull seemed to have a hard time saying it's next words. " you can't trust something... That... Is..."
"Luck, right?" Whit muttered, his mind clear.
At that moment, the voice of reason, echoing in Noah's skull, left Whit.
It was replaced by a new reason, something Itzal had helped bring about. Things were not restricted to the material, the sensible. Even though Whit had been at the limits of his body and mind many times, and even broke them, he was still here, alive. Why? Because those were only his physical limits. Beyond them, beyond what he could see or hear, there was something- a fate- that he was just as connected to as he was to his body, something... Great. Something with limits so distant, that it accomidated for Whit's personal, human limits. Although he was never sure, he always had the feeling that the world turned in his favor- and now, he was certain of it. His luck, his fate, bent the world beneath him, and carried him above it. It was all... Perfectly sensible.
Whit's poker face dropped immediately, giving way to a wide smile. He was certain of it now, that he would win in this poker game with his life riding it. Entirely, absolutely certain.
Whit noticed the ante was At 3%, now. Of course, to him it hardly mattered- but in made his path to winning a little faster. Simpicity would be best... He took out Itzal's knife. As the cards were dealt, Whit caught the first card, slid it under the next card, and impaled them both. It was odd thing to do, an action reserved only for the most parinoid, but nothing entirely illegal, as long as he was gracious enough to buy a few decks later. Of course, there was no parinoia in this action, only comprehension of facts and what looked like recklessness. He never looked at the cards at all, only locked them in place. Now, the cards could not be switched, but in turn, could never be looked at. Whit then went all in again. Whit smiled at Itzal.
"I realized... I never needed anything else in the first place."
Choices, choices. Itzal wasn't entirely sure what Whit was trying to pull, but probability was infinitely against him. Since Whit had put his cards down, giving away any right to force the game along, Itzal had all the time in the world. With it, Itzal could pick and choose any card to teleport, and create the best possible hand. However, slight doubt set in when Itzal thought about going all in as well. Itzal was going to get the best hand... But what if that hand contained one of the two cards Whit had impaled? Itzal couldn't be absolutely sure... It folded.
Whit grinned as his percent went up slightly, and repeated his action- impaling the cards without looking. He didn't need to look, he just needed to make a window for his luck to shine through. Even 3% at a time, Whit knew he'd win eventually, because the cards would always fall in line of his fate.
Whit laughed as his life returned. It had all returned, the instant he called luck's name.
For Whit, in that instant, something in his mind clicked, or snapped, and a voice became louder than ever.
"No, no, no, no! You can't do that, you can't... Trust..." the skull seemed to have a hard time saying it's next words. " you can't trust something... That... Is..."
"Luck, right?" Whit muttered, his mind clear.
At that moment, the voice of reason, echoing in Noah's skull, left Whit.
It was replaced by a new reason, something Itzal had helped bring about. Things were not restricted to the material, the sensible. Even though Whit had been at the limits of his body and mind many times, and even broke them, he was still here, alive. Why? Because those were only his physical limits. Beyond them, beyond what he could see or hear, there was something- a fate- that he was just as connected to as he was to his body, something... Great. Something with limits so distant, that it accomidated for Whit's personal, human limits. Although he was never sure, he always had the feeling that the world turned in his favor- and now, he was certain of it. His luck, his fate, bent the world beneath him, and carried him above it. It was all... Perfectly sensible.
Whit's poker face dropped immediately, giving way to a wide smile. He was certain of it now, that he would win in this poker game with his life riding it. Entirely, absolutely certain.
Whit noticed the ante was At 3%, now. Of course, to him it hardly mattered- but in made his path to winning a little faster. Simpicity would be best... He took out Itzal's knife. As the cards were dealt, Whit caught the first card, slid it under the next card, and impaled them both. It was odd thing to do, an action reserved only for the most parinoid, but nothing entirely illegal, as long as he was gracious enough to buy a few decks later. Of course, there was no parinoia in this action, only comprehension of facts and what looked like recklessness. He never looked at the cards at all, only locked them in place. Now, the cards could not be switched, but in turn, could never be looked at. Whit then went all in again. Whit smiled at Itzal.
"I realized... I never needed anything else in the first place."
Choices, choices. Itzal wasn't entirely sure what Whit was trying to pull, but probability was infinitely against him. Since Whit had put his cards down, giving away any right to force the game along, Itzal had all the time in the world. With it, Itzal could pick and choose any card to teleport, and create the best possible hand. However, slight doubt set in when Itzal thought about going all in as well. Itzal was going to get the best hand... But what if that hand contained one of the two cards Whit had impaled? Itzal couldn't be absolutely sure... It folded.
Whit grinned as his percent went up slightly, and repeated his action- impaling the cards without looking. He didn't need to look, he just needed to make a window for his luck to shine through. Even 3% at a time, Whit knew he'd win eventually, because the cards would always fall in line of his fate.