Post by comicsans12pt on Jul 21, 2011 23:12:37 GMT -4
Fiala steps into the queue that changes currency from the gov'nor's to fools'. She notes how much each of the parties ahead has chosen to buy. She scans the knees to see how many carry weapons and by the shape, will see with which shop in town they do business. She knows two of the shops which will be well represented here. Her grandmother did business with one of them. A smile teases quickly across her face and is untraceable in just a moment. I wonder what mess she got herself into? She never knew when it was time to come home.
Who are the thieves that are working this? Who are the ones that aren't? The Street kids are over there. Most have never been in a casino but they know the games-they've played them, it seems, from birth. There's money over there although most of those guys stay away from each other.
The research crowd-casters, scribes, pyros-they rarely show at something like this except for the occasional problem gamer. Not too many here. Publicity or presentation? Fiala wondered.
Like the kids from the Street, she's played these games but never in such stupidity. Some of these games had noble histories and she'd found herself annoyed at their presentation. Kings had won kingdoms in one of these games. The guffs behind this travesty were only buying common souls where at least one of these games had decided history.
And then there's that imp. Horrid little things they are but no one deserves a cage, not even them. Am i the only one that smells him? I wonder what he knows?
She feels a hand slide ever so lightly looking for her buy-in. She grabs the hand and turns to the still potential thief. She whispers into its ear, "If you're trying my pocket, you don't know the crowd." Her other hand confirms that nothing was taken and she releases the criminal hand.
When she steps up to the currency changer, she produces 10 gold and lays it on the table. She picks up her chips and counts them. She lays a silver's worth of chips down as a tip and walks over to where the gaming tables are arranged. She aims for the Bounder table.
Bounder was good for her because it didn't take long. It was hard for her to sit through a long game of Golem. She didn't like the fact that she had to be in one place for so long. Assassins liked that. And so did the gov'ner's 'friends.' Bounder was a good name for it.
Fiala finds a table where a vacancy is about to happen. She maneuvers around so that she can slide onto the chair as the other party begins to slide out. Someone, just a tad late, scowls at her but she returns a sweet and shy smile. He steps away irritated but not dangerous. She turns to the table, lays down a gold's worth of chips and begins .
Char [dice=20] + 0[rand=4765897402052325675286777637768828306552257517115709978545986826]
Who are the thieves that are working this? Who are the ones that aren't? The Street kids are over there. Most have never been in a casino but they know the games-they've played them, it seems, from birth. There's money over there although most of those guys stay away from each other.
The research crowd-casters, scribes, pyros-they rarely show at something like this except for the occasional problem gamer. Not too many here. Publicity or presentation? Fiala wondered.
Like the kids from the Street, she's played these games but never in such stupidity. Some of these games had noble histories and she'd found herself annoyed at their presentation. Kings had won kingdoms in one of these games. The guffs behind this travesty were only buying common souls where at least one of these games had decided history.
And then there's that imp. Horrid little things they are but no one deserves a cage, not even them. Am i the only one that smells him? I wonder what he knows?
She feels a hand slide ever so lightly looking for her buy-in. She grabs the hand and turns to the still potential thief. She whispers into its ear, "If you're trying my pocket, you don't know the crowd." Her other hand confirms that nothing was taken and she releases the criminal hand.
When she steps up to the currency changer, she produces 10 gold and lays it on the table. She picks up her chips and counts them. She lays a silver's worth of chips down as a tip and walks over to where the gaming tables are arranged. She aims for the Bounder table.
Bounder was good for her because it didn't take long. It was hard for her to sit through a long game of Golem. She didn't like the fact that she had to be in one place for so long. Assassins liked that. And so did the gov'ner's 'friends.' Bounder was a good name for it.
Fiala finds a table where a vacancy is about to happen. She maneuvers around so that she can slide onto the chair as the other party begins to slide out. Someone, just a tad late, scowls at her but she returns a sweet and shy smile. He steps away irritated but not dangerous. She turns to the table, lays down a gold's worth of chips and begins .
Char [dice=20] + 0[rand=4765897402052325675286777637768828306552257517115709978545986826]
