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Post by Rylux on Aug 15, 2014 20:33:35 GMT -5
After accepting the mission the team was able to rest until the afternoon before they were supposed to report to the airport. Preparations done a plane was set to take the team to New Jersey and arrive at an ideal time for them to begin their mission. When the team arrived they were directed to the plane and without delay the flight was off. The flight took about five hours before they would reach their destination and was uneventful to say the least. Landing in New Jersey as the sun dropped below the horizon the sky was a darkening shade of blue and the city awoke in light.
Waiting for the two upon their arrival was a limousine and driver holding a sign with the word “Shibusen” easily visible. The driver holding the sign wore a standard chauffeur outfit and looked to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a bored expression while waiting for the team, clearly not terribly worried about the limited threat in the hotel. In his other hand was a phone that he stared at every couple of minutes while waiting. When the team came into view he gave a quick glance at his phone before opening the door for them and gesturing for them to enter.
Closing the door after them he wasted no time getting to his seat and moving the car out to the streets. For a few moments he remained silent and focused on driving before addressing the team. ”I take it you know the basics of what is going on. Most of the stuff I’ve heard has sounded more like rumors but there has been a consistent room number in them. Room 677 is apparently at the end of a hallway and is the way in.” After that he returned to being quite for the remainder of the drive.
A few minutes later the limo came to a stop in front of an open space between the buildings. To the right cars passed by and lit up the road but on the left was a wide expanse of space. A stone path cut through the grass that filled the area and led to a fountain that sat before the hotel. Despite how dark the sky was the area was fully illuminated by the adjacent buildings and the hotel itself. The odd lamp here and there kept the space free of darkness all through the night.
Turning around the driver handed a hundred dollar bill to Stella through the partition and gave one last bit of advice. ”The owner won’t approach you unless you spend all your money, hope you two are good at losing or lying.” With that done he stepped out of the limo and opened their door. The stone path would lead them straight to the fountain and the hotel behind it. As they grew closer the fountain turned on its lights and gushed red and yellow colored water into the air to the amusement of people nearby.
When the team entered the hotel they would be met with golden tan walls and marble pillars on a black and white checkered floor. The usual artistic paintings adorned the walls and a sparkling white chandelier hung above them. Straight ahead through an arch was a hall that led to a staircase and appeared to have an elevator next to it while on their right was a desk for checking in but it was abandoned for the moment. The sounds of people could be heard but nobody seemed to be in the immediate area when the team walked in. Aside from the classical music playing over the speakers the team was alone for the brief moment to decide what to do next.
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Cecil Amier
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Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on Aug 19, 2014 18:29:21 GMT -5
The trip over had been mostly uneventful. Cecil was bored out of his mind, and he spent a good chunk of the flight scribbling in his private journal, careful to hide it from prying eyes. His thoughts had been scattered, though. It was difficult to focus on writing with Stella there. That was a bit frustrating, but her company and the small talk had been... pleasant.
Cecil tugged at and readjusted his scarf. He was decked out in his most expensive attire, but he had still insisted on keeping that particular accessory on. For this mission was more his style. "Hopefully we won't look too out of place..." He mused, under his breath. No matter how they dressed, they would likely still stick out due to their age. They weren't exactly the most mature looking duo.
Their mission seemed simple enough on paper. Get in, eliminate target, get out. But the amount of Civilians he was expecting to be in the immediate area made this a bit more complex. How best could they avoid suspicion until the time was ripe? If they lost their money too hastily, too obviously evident as their intent, their advantage could be lost. Best they took their time a bit, blend in. Or so he thought. He had no idea what his partner was planning. Something more hasty? That would align with her previous actions.
Taking a deep, but mostly silent, breath, Cecil slowly turned around to face his meister. "So, Stella, what's our plan of action here?"
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Post by Stella Riordan on Aug 20, 2014 15:56:45 GMT -5
Ack. Stella was tired. Not really optimal for a mission, but she couldn’t help it. The girl still wasn’t used to long plane rides. Five hours wasn’t as long as it had been last time, but it was still long enough for Stella to start feeling tired. The fact it was getting late didn’t help either, but oh well. She’d just have to ignore that little detail.
Even if the mission probably would be significantly more difficult than the last one, Stella was quite enjoying the escort there. She felt important. Limousines were rather nice. The driver only offered a bit of information, then remained quiet for the remainder of the drive. Cecil was quiet as well. The most he said was his concern about them fitting in.
Probably a well founded concern. Even though Cecil and her were dressed up, they did both look young. Besides, Stella wasn’t nearly as dressed up as her partner. She only wore a simple dress and flats. After all, she’d have to fight in the damn thing. She didn’t want to wear something that’d restrict movement in the slightest.
The limo soon reached the end of it’s trip. The place it had arrived in didn’t look too different from the rest of Vegas. Still not too dark, despite how late it was. Stella found that a bit odd. Did these people not sleep or something? She didn’t have much time to think about this, however, as the driver soon handed her a bill, as well as give her some more information. ”Ah, right.” She replied, putting the bill in the purse she had brought with her.
The two then exited the vehicle and entered the hotel. Quite a nice place as well, though Stella had been expecting as much. The kishin wouldn’t have been able to get away with just using this as a venue for souls if it wasn’t nice enough to be decently popular. It was certainly nicer than wandering through bloodstained woods, at least.
As Stella was still analyzing the room, her partner spoke up, causing the girl to turn her attention to him. Asking her for their plan of action? She didn’t really know, to be honest. So, Stella took a bit to reply. ”Well, I suppose we shouldn’t split up. So, you’ll have to act as my escort I suppose.” She said. It made sense to her, though she wasn’t actually sure if it was a good idea. Suddenly, a smirk spread across her face. ”But, I think I’m dressed a bit too plainly for that to be believable. So...” Stella then grabbed the scarf wrapped around Cecil’s neck and flung it around her own. ”Well, let’s get going, then!”
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Post by Rylux on Aug 23, 2014 18:59:22 GMT -5
The team was left to discuss their plans in all the privacy an empty hotel lobby could offer. As the music continued footsteps could be heard coming from the floor above but nothing out of the ordinary. From behind the desk a woman’s voice could be heard and if the team listened in they would notice her talking but no voice coming back. Her voice was faint and somewhat far away so the team had no reason to worry about their conversation being overheard. Aside from those sparse noises the two were all alone.
Amongst the general silence around the team came a ding from the elevator. When the doors opened a group of people wandered out huddled close together. Each of them seemed to be carrying a bag of some kind and they kept it securely close to them. Their faces were a mixture of concern and fear as they moved towards the doors quickly. If the team looked at the group closely they would notice one woman who seemed to be near the center of the herd and looked the most upset. Fear and sorrow were plainly on her face as she walked by the team clutching two purses close to her.
Once the group left the hotel the woman’s voice from somewhere behind the desk grew louder signaling her approach. The doors to the elevator closed but no light appeared to show it had been called. If the team remained in the lobby whoever was behind the desk would come across them soon. With the group gone the elevator sat in silence waiting for someone to need to descend or ascend the floors in the hotel. The silence for the area could be somewhat unsettling but it was just the byproduct of many people being occupied elsewhere.
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Cecil Amier
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Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on Sept 24, 2014 21:42:51 GMT -5
Cecil's irises widened as he lurched forward, his scarf tugged straight off his neck. How positively rude! He couldn't determine whether Stella's actions were more or less rude than the other girl who had taken a fancy to his scarf; at the very least, he thanked the Fates that she didn't have a whip on her as well.
He grumbled under his breath at his loss but righted his posture forthwith. "Fine, fine," He said with a twinge, his brow twitching. His ears caught the faint murmurings of the woman behind the desk. He figured there wasn't too much more time for privacy; hopefully he'd be able to effectively communicate with his meister without tipping off anymore than they needed to when they were in the casino proper. In a low tone he said, "Alright, if I'm to be your escort than be sure to follow my lead when we get in; I can trust you to handle yourself when we get in trouble, but I don't need you taking any unnecessary risks if they could be avoided, got it?"
Out of the elevator came people, and by the looks on their faces, Cecil was able to easily deduce from whence they came. He patted Stella on her shoulder, and nodded his head toward the elevator. He walked on forward through the arch that led to his destination, passing the group exiting. He took detailed mental notes of them, of their "symptoms"; or, at least as best he could from out the corner of his eyes.
Cecil figured it'd be best they didn't wait for the clerk at the desk; they had an opening to get by unnoticed and he'd rather not risk dealing with her. When he and Stella boarded it he hastily pressed the button to go up to the 6th floor; that's where room 677 would be, he assumed.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Sept 27, 2014 17:47:26 GMT -5
Hm. Stella had been expecting a bit more of a reaction than that. Even though Cecil did seem a bit angry about her stealing his seemingly most prized possession, he made no attempts to take it back. Perhaps that’d be out of character for him. Or at least didn’t want to make a scene. Either way, Stella wasn’t giving it back.
She picked up on the murmuring voice of the secretary too. That wasn’t a big deal, but she best keep her voice down. Just to be safe. Cecil spoke with a similarly low voice, though Stella wasn’t sure if he was simply more on top of things than her or if he had also heard the secretary. His words weren’t really something Stella had been expecting either. He sounded worried. Perhaps still a bit nervous after how the last kishin fight had went. ”Got it.” Stella replied, not particularly wanting to argue with her partner about how he shouldn’t be so worried.
Not that she had much time to anyway, for something else caught the girl’s attention. A ding. She shifted her eyes as to see where the sound had come from, but did not bother to turn her head. Elevator. A group of people got off of it. Cecil tapped on the girl’s shoulder, clearly asking her to follow him.
Passing the group, Stella noted their appearances. They were afraid of something. Clearly the two had come to the right place, and this wasn’t just an urban legend or something silly like that. Stella didn’t note much more about them than that. She proceeded to the elevator.
Cecil then hit the button for the sixth floor. ”Sixth floor?” Stella murmured, though the question was partially rhetorical, as she didn’t expect an answer. Truth be told, the girl had no idea what they should be doing right about now. It seemed straight forward. Waste the money then get invited to the room the kishin was in. Cecil would come along, of course, being her escort and all. But, the problem was Stella had no idea how to do such things. She had never gambled before!
Oh well. Stella would trust Cecil and hope that he knew what he was doing.
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Post by Rylux on Oct 11, 2014 0:56:36 GMT -5
As the two spoke they were left undisturbed aside from the voice behind the desk. The woman did as she was doing and remained out of sight and the group from the elevator had left. Before the woman had a chance to walk to the desk and see them the team was on their way to the elevator and the upper floors of the hotel. No other guest appeared to be on the ground floor leaving a sense of emptiness to the area. To the unaware it would seem like a normal hotel and not the site of a dangerous kishin threat.
Entering the elevator the team was met with more generic music humming above them. The doors closed shortly after they were inside, leaving the team surrounded by silver walls on all sides. When Cecil pressed the button there was a quick beep before the mechanism began turning and the elevator began to move. Along with the machinery came the sound of dings when a new floor was passed. After a few moments the elevator came to a stop with a final ding and the doors opened revealing the sixth floor to the team.
The team was greeted by, an average looking hotel floor. A dark brown carpet covered the floor and a warm tan the walls. Golden accents added to the simple hallway but overall it was very plain. The only unusual aspect was the lighting, not dark but dimmer than one would expect. Even with the dimmer lights golden numbers could be easily read on the doors that lined the hall. In front of the team was a door numbered 640, to their right the numbers seemed to increase down a long hall. No noise could be heard from any of the rooms around them, leaving the team alone in the silence.
As the numbers ascended closer to the one they were given the hallway continued on until coming to a dead-end. The hallway ended with a larger and more elaborate door that had the numbers 677 in gold above it. Unlike the other doors the one at the end of the hallway did not have a slot next to it for the door keys. It did share one aspect with the other rooms in that there was no noise coming from behind it. Despite the more elaborate appearance it seemed like any other hotel door that probably led to another wing of the building instead of some secret casino.
Of course all of that was an illusion that would be broken the moment the team opened the door. The instant the door was opened they would be met with a multitude of stimuli that were absent a moment before. Loud music, countless voices, whirrs and dings, the smell of alcohol and the permeating presence of cigarette smoke. Before them was a room full of people dressed in elaborate suits and dresses and a full casino. Rows of slot machines and numerous tables of cards were spread throughout the room for all of the patrons to partake of.
When the team entered a few guest stopped for a moment to see who had opened the door but their interest was immediately lost. Nobody seemed to care about the appearance of a couple of children and went back to what they were doing if they had even looked away at all. In the back of the room was a black door that was the only place in the casino that had any guards. Now that they were inside the team was free to do what they wanted, until they reached the kishin they might as well have some fun.
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Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on Oct 24, 2014 14:39:16 GMT -5
The silence that greeted the team as they stepped out of the elevator onto the sixth floor was slightly unsettling to Cecil. He was certain this was the right way to be going, but he certainly expected something more... cacophonous. He mused it was perhaps the proverbial silence before the storm, but would never say something so cliche out loud.
In an unconscious effort to settle his nerves, Cecil reached his hand up to his neck. Right. No problem. So what if he had to deal without his scarf for the time being? No problem. He tugged slightly at the collar of his shirt. Not that it was quite the same. No problem.
He glanced down both ends of the hall, and readily deduced that right was the right way to go on. Cecil kept his chin high as he led his meister down to room 677. It rather stood out, a midst the other doors. Still, there was only silence. And with a turn of the handle, it was broken.
The sounds? Those, the weapon had expected. The smoke? Honestly should not have been a surprise, but it slipped his mind. How unpleasant. And what he could smell... he couldn't say he liked. He scanned what he could despite those distractions, and was thankful that their presence was mostly ignored by the patrons. Towards the back was what could safely be assumed to be their end goal. There didn't seem to be any easy way to pass the guards immediately.
That left the team to attract the attention of the owner, then, as planned. Stella was the the one with the cash, and so he stood by her side to escort her to whichever game took her fancy.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Oct 26, 2014 15:35:51 GMT -5
Sixth floor. Cecil had not answered Stella about why they were going to the sixth floor. Well, she hadn’t been expecting an answer, but she had wanted one. Stella had obviously never been to a place like this. She wasn’t nearly old enough. Cecil probably hadn’t either, but he might have been to a building like this before. She hadn’t. She’d just have to trust him. For now she just crossed her arms over her chest and listened to the ambient noise of the elevator’s music.
When the door opened at the sixth floor, Stella stepped out and then made sure to not look at anything too closely. If she did, she’d attract attention. Best look like she was used to going to these kinds of places. Or even better, that she’d been here before.
Room 640 was right in front of her. So Cecil had been right in picking the floor. Alright, she supposed that made sense. Whatever. The door numbers increased as one traveled down to the right of the hall. So, that’s where they’d go. Cecil had already turned that way, actually, leading Stella there.
Each door required a key card to enter. That made sense, as the place had the appearance of a hotel. The room that did not require a key card was the room they needed to go into. Room 677. But, no sound came from behind the door. Was there no one in there? Or perhaps that just let to another hall or the breakfast hall or something. Stella shot her partner a confused look, but then returned to the poker face she had adopted since coming here.
But then when the door was opened she turned out to be completely wrong. The door had managed to block all of that sound? Absurd! Stella tried her best to hide all the surprise from her face as she entered. She also tried to hide her disgust. The smell of alcohol and the smell of smoke mixed together to make a nasty stench Stella was certain would make her faint if she had to smell it for too long. ...Bother. That would mean she couldn’t use her Soul Perception. The noise of the dinging and the like were easily ignored, but not that awful stench. Well, it wouldn’t be too hard to find the kishin anyway, she supposed.
Stella held her breath as a few of the guests noted her and Cecil enter. Did they note how not-calm she looked? Bah, that’d be bad. Fortunately they turned away just as quickly as they had looked. Stella gave the casino a once over before quickly deciding where they should go first. She had already partially decided, actually.
”Alright. I’ll blow off most of the money at a slot machine then look desperate when I have next to none left at a game of cards. That should work, right?” Stella spoke softly. Actually she had no idea how to play poker. Perhaps they’d try something else after the slot machines...
For now Stella waited for Cecil to either comment on what she had said or lead her to the machines. He was her escort, after all.
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Post by Rylux on Nov 3, 2014 16:04:42 GMT -5
With the team inside and the doors closed the casino went about as usual with nobody giving a second thought to the new arrivals. Considering the casino’s already suspect nature it was no surprise age limitations were not a strongly held aspect. Along with the general noises of the casino were the yells of elation and anger of the patrons as they won and lost various games. Surrounded by everything that was going on Stella and Cecil were far from the more attention grabbing thing in the room. The slot machines were easy enough to spot, rows of machines stretched out throughout the room. Each was decorated in lights and carried a sign above it with a name meant to further entice people to play. While each machine looked different they all held the same main components. Each machine had an area listing the winning spins, the spinning panels, an area to put in money, and a large lever on the right of the machine. In front of each machine was a stool for the player to sit where they could easily pull the lever and collect any winnings that came out. Not too far away from the slot machines were an assortment of tables each hosting various card games. People sat crowded around each table for their respective games either waiting for the game to begin or in the middle of the game. The primary games found on the tables were poker and black jack with a few others scattered around. Between the gaming areas people wandered around conversing between gambling. Among all the people who were clearly there to gamble a few moved around in attire marking them as wait staff. Seemingly unaware of any malicious action they walked around offering food and beverages to the patrons.
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Cecil Amier
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Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on Nov 12, 2014 0:12:55 GMT -5
Cecil leaned over to whisper to Stella, still doing his best to not act conspicuously. "Stella, you can not simply bet a single hundred dollar bill in an establishment like this. Hand it to me so I can go get us some chips to play with." He said, extending his open palm for Stella to place the bill. "I'll be right back," he assured her, having enough trust in her to not do anything questionable in his absence.
Taking the bill, Cecil made his way through the crowded casino. The looks upon the faces of those he passed were none too delightful. Wasting away, just pulling their levers for an empty promise. Surely it must be a drain on them and their souls; why would the one responsible for this even want their souls when they're in this state? Not a very refined palette, he supposed. How annoying, if they were going to eat innocent souls, they should at least have the decency to do it right.
Finding a counter to exchange his cash was straight forward, as was the purchase itself. He proceeded to turn back to return as soon as possible, but a thought crossed his mind. He saw waiters walking around with plates, serving patrons. Now, they did just get off a long flight and cab ride. So, Cecil figured there was no point in fighting on an empty stomach. And so he got some for him and his meister to snack on, and subsequently returned to Stella's side.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Nov 12, 2014 21:49:51 GMT -5
Stella’s cheeks flushed red as she was made aware of her error. Bah! She had never been to a place like this before, obviously, and therefore had no idea how the hell they operated. She lowered her head as she fiddled around in her purse until she managed to pull out the bill. She handed it to Cecil, keeping quiet. When he said he’d be right back, she chirped back in a voice that was probably louder than it needed to be. ”Alright.”
And then she was left alone. That wasn’t a big deal. Cecil was playing escort and Stella really shouldn’t need to go and purchase her own chips if she was playing the rich one. Hm. That was an interesting role for her. Heck, it might have been fun if she didn’t feel so out of her element. And if the smell wasn’t so awful. And if there wasn’t such a crowd.
While waiting, Stella tried to run her eyes over every little detail about the place. She wouldn’t be needing to fight here, so the information was more or less pointless, but just to be safe. The place didn’t look as sinister as she had pictured. The staff looked nice, too. They didn’t even look to be aware of the bad things going on. Had the kishin offered them something in exchange, or did they simply not care? Or maybe even not know in general? Or perhaps the kishin had some kind of mind-control thingy. Hm. If that was the case she’d best be cautious.
Then Stella noticed that she had been staring at one of the staff members for just a bit too long and had managed to make eye contact with him. Oh joy. This whole “fitting in” thing was being unreasonably difficult today. Instead of immediately averting her eyes, Stella gave the guy a smile and walked towards him. She’d grab a drink and play that off as completely natural, even though she didn’t want a drink in the slightest. Easy.
Eventually Cecil returned, and Stella wasted no time grabbing his arm and marching forward. ”You should know by now that you should not make me wait for so long.” She spoke to him in a sarcastic manner. She noted the snacks he had, but didn’t say a word about them. Maybe that’d mean he’d ignore the drink she had, heh.
The two soon made it to the slot machines. Alright. Stella would spend half of her money here, then the rest at a card game or something. She didn’t know how to play many card games, but she’d figure them out surely. Now Stella just hoped she didn’t win big or anything, funnily enough. That’d mean being here and dealing with the stench of the place far longer than needed. Alright. She’d use the slot machine just as soon as she figured out how to.
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Post by Rylux on Nov 20, 2014 0:03:54 GMT -5
Both members of the wait staff the team encountered gave off no signs of any particularly strong emotion, they simply did as the job demanded. Once they had served the team they walked off to offer what they carried to other patrons. As the team moved closer to the slot machines some people gave them space to walk while others remained where they were and ignored the two. Once past the crowds the team was met with rows of machines available for them to play. Most people seemed to be playing at the tables, leaving most of the machines open.
Over at the tables a game seemed to be escalating along with the noise level of the table. The pushing of chips could be heard even through the music and voices as people placed their bets. Some of the crowd just standing around stopped their conversations to look and see what would happen with the game. Cards were dealt and flipped as the tension at the table rose. Moments ticking by for those involved until it all came to a conclusion. Hands slammed against the table while a voice yelled out in victory. Chips were slid and the game came to an end.
If the team was paying attention they would notice a man get up from the table after the events and walk away. He passed by the end of the slot machines with a dejected looking face only to take a seat and look around. One of the guards stationed by the black door reached into his pocket and checked something before venturing inside. A few minutes later he returned and walked over to the man. Pulling him aside they spoke and the man’s face lit up. Returning to the black door the guard opened it and the man went inside eagerly. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to the interaction and went on with their lives as usual, if the man returned or not was never a concern to them.
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Demon Butterfly Swords
All the world's a stage, and I the leading actor
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Post by Cecil Amier on Mar 1, 2015 22:45:06 GMT -5
Cecil took note of the drink Stella held as he approached. He tried to not think much of it. She probably just got thirsty. She wouldn't be foolish enough to grab something alcoholic. Right?
What if she did, though? Should he just ask? No. No, no. Cecil couldn't simply ask. Trust between partners is paramount, right? He thought he remembered hearing something along those lines during class. So naturally, because he was so concerned with their bond of trust, he couldn't insinuate that his meister would drink.
Cecil still thought it was possible, of course. Somehow it didn't click to him that wasn't very trustful of him. To him, so long as he didn't speak a word, there was no problem.
After escorting Stella to the slot machines, she seemed slightly perplexed as to how it worked. Cecil hardly repressed the urge to instruct her on its usage. She could figure it out, he assured himself. It would simply be too suspicious if he caused a scene, he rationalized. And something about trust. What exactly about trust? Irrelevant. At this point he was just growing increasingly concerned with mitigating any risk to this mission going as badly as the last one.
He reached his hand up to his collarbone for the second time that evening, only to be left wanting. Rather than tug at his collar, he lowered his hand back down to pick up some of the food he brought back. Couldn't question or reprimand his meister if he had food stuffed in his mouth, after all.
It was becoming difficult for Cecil to pay as astute attention as would be expected of him under different circumstances. He completely missed the poor sod that was escorted to the black door.
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Post by Stella Riordan on Mar 25, 2015 18:58:48 GMT -5
It was good that Cecil was so trusting. Well, good for Stella and probably their suspicion levels. Bad for the mission. It wasn’t good to fight while drunk, especially given Stella’s precise style of fighting. That being said, Stella had no intent to actually drink it. She’d just hold it. Perhaps she could splash it on the creep’s face that was using this whole place as a method to collect souls.
Stella could probably waste all of her money at these machines. She was quite certain they were designed to make people lose. Like most games here... but they went quicker than most. Fortunately they were also user friendly. All Stella had to do was insert the chips into the machine, then pull the lever to see if she won or not. The only problem she could think of was if she, by some cruel miracle, managed to actually win. She’d have waaay too much money on her hands.
It was kind of a pain to figure out the thing and also keep her ears tuned to the things around her, despite the user friendliness of the device. Just as she was about to insert the chips, she noticed the talking sound die out a bit. Not completely, but a bit. That could probably call for some attention.
So, the girl stepped ever so slightly to the side so that she could see what was happening at the table. Ah, looked as if everyone was going to the table. She’d have to head there when she had less money left. Otherwise, she’d look suspicious. But, more importantly, she’d probably not attract any attention from the person who was supposed to invite her to that game thing so she could meet the kishin. Gah, what a production.
Stella then noted someone walk away from the table. She assumed they had lost. Best keep an eye on them, to see if they were approached or anything. That being said, if she paid too close attention to him she’d look suspicious. He had moved past the slot machines, so she should be able to look at him through the corner of her eye. Even if not, she had a good guess of what would happen to him. Not good, but she wouldn’t get the chance to see the horrific bit.
For now, focus on losing money. Kinda funny, going to a casino to not drink and not win. Stella inserted some of the coins, only a few just in case she wasn’t doing it right, then pulled the lever to see what would happen...
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