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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Beer and smoking in Las Vegas   Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:00 am









The city of lights was one that provided without end, in Yaksha's experience. There was always another new opportunity, always another new avenue, always another window being opened. He'd had countless doors shut in his face, to be sure; attempts of various sorts that fell flat the very moment the topic of race or identity came up. He'd been able to keep up a good front up to now, to keep the topic off people's lips, and he counted that as a victory in its own right. But the very moment he dispensed with the smoke and mirrors, he could almost feel the conversation slipping between his fingers. He could all but see the fingers going into people's ears, the defenses dropping into place.

No one wanted to discuss dinner plans with a cannibal, after all.

But that was fine, because beer was the great equalizer. All he needed was to wait it out, to let someone in this great, terribly big city find their guard let down. Preparation, plans, and control were all a great start to success, but Yaksha had come to love this city specifically because of the opportunities it presented, both to those great and small, to those weak and strong. This was a place where no amount of force, no amount of preparation, and no amount of skill could compensate for simple luck. And Yaksha was a very lucky man indeed. What else could you call a hollow like him?

And now his luck had once more availed him. He smelled it, sensed it, felt it on the rising of his hackles, the sudden sensation that all the hairs on his body were standing on end. There was a real force of nature in town, and they were all but thumbing their nose at the dangers that would doubtlessly surround a shinigami in this realm. He was either strong, incredibly reckless, or a combination of the two. And it wouldn't take long to turn those strengths into his, even in the foul mood he found himself in lately.

He sidled into a seat just beside the newcomer, adjusting his tie as he did so, and watching the table with absolute silence, snatching a drink off of a nearby carrying tray as it slipped by, and beginning to nurse it. He stifled a cough one or two times, simply drinking in the ambiance, the atmosphere, and letting himself feel the flow of conversation, the pace of battle, the sharpness of everyone's arsenal.

It was a full ten minutes before Yaksha spoke his first words, setting a stack of hundred dollar bills on the table, and then meeting the gaze of the man right next to him.

"Do you know the surefire way to win a game such as this? It really isn't hard."


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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Beer and smoking in Las Vegas   Sat Aug 26, 2017 4:49 am








"Everyone says that. Everyone insists they have a 'method'. A trick. A fool-proof plan. In the end, it makes no difference. There is but one way to win, at the end of the day."

He reached out scoop up the chips that his money had been exchanged for, sliding them between his fingers and letting himself tut ever so slightly as he looked at them. It almost seemed like he'd once more lapsed into contemplative silence, simply sliding the coins around in his hand, between his fingers, letting the tactile sensations numb him to everything else going on. But he placed several chips on the table as the cards were dealt for the new hand, scooping his up negligently, and examining them with a lack of expression that was almost chilling.

"You realize, of course, that money isn't really that important? Money is just a way of keeping score. The true winners can be identified as soon as they walk into a room. They're marked. One can be a winner and be too poor to afford dinner. The irony there doesn't escape me. It's true, though. I could come in here with a quarter and leave with every penny in their vault."

He folded his cards in his lap, meeting the gaze of Law, and then tilting his head to the side. His expression was one of delight, and quiet confidence, as he waited patiently, allowing silence itself to interject between them; to create an almost palpable, solid aura of fear. There was no concern there, no worry, absolutely nothing but a look of absolute certainty, as he spoke. It was a soft, chiding tone, as if he were speaking to a child that he was entirely certain wouldn't get the point, but all the same felt obligated to educate.

"Strength will not avail you. Nor speed. Not even intellect will save you. The victor is already decided. I need no more cards. Do you fold, or will you stay?"



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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Beer and smoking in Las Vegas   Tue Aug 29, 2017 4:03 am