Post by Kokuou Munashii on Feb 18, 2012 1:01:00 GMT -5
Rumor has it that if you travel down a particular dark alley in Karakura Town, not that different from all the other trash filled locations in the town, you will come to a large thick metal door that is not always there. This is the location of the best bar in Karakura town. Contained within it was one of the finest public collections of alcohol in the world, with plenty of quiet rooms in the back to discuss business. In one of the backrooms dimly lit and smoke filled was a meeting of several individuals.
"Welcome Ladies and gentlemen to the First Kosa House Poker Tournament, our location is as you know the finest bar in Karakura Town, just so you know, the bar is open to all players, so feel free to drink as much as you want." Will say the Kosa house spokesman and house dealer Kokuou. "Now just to refresh all your memory, the name of the game is No limit Texas Hold'em, and no matter what there will be no fighting among the players. You all have your starting bid amount of ten thousand all ready for you at your seat, Minimum bid must be fifty. Are there any questions?"
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There was one thing, in which Titus let himself get away with when he was in the real world and that was playing Poker. Titus loved the game, no fighting, no death, only luck, chance and the skill you used with the cards you were given. The game was beautiful.
He had been skimming Spirit.Net when he saw an advertisement for a late night poker game for only a limited number of people. Titus had signed up straight away, obtained the address and now here he was.
It was ironic, an Arrancar of Duty playing a game of poker, he remembered reading the roster and wondered if the other Arrancar whose name he had read was an Arrancar of Deceit, which would make things interesting.
He opened the door and placed his Katana on the table under the sign â€œNo Weapons Allowed Pleaseâ€ he didnâ€™t know why this mattered but he didnâ€™t care to bother, if the worst came to the worst he could always just punch someone in the face to get shit done.
He walked past the bar getting out some money and putting it down on the table â€œBourbonâ€ he said and if the girl had no idea what a bourbon was may god have mercy on her soul. He walked to his seat and eyed up the competition â€œGreetings fellows, my name is Titus Arkhanâ€ he smiled and bowed to make them think he was some kind of overdramatic moron.
He sat down in the chair and was delivered a bourbon that he had ordered sculling it down in a gulp and gathered the poker chips up on the table, he looked at the dealer Koku his eyes scanning over him as he spoke, Titus then replied â€œAre we allowed to bitch slap people who annoy us?â€ he asked plainly innocent, from a glance at the other players he had a feeling he would need to bitch slap some people.
324 Words 6 GP (Shit post, will get better)
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Post by Luto Esperanza on Feb 18, 2012 1:53:00 GMT -5
It was a windy day. There was no rain, no snow, no meteors, no demons falling from the sky; there was only wind. However, the wind was strong today. So strong that the large window in Luto's bedroom blew open. The latch was undone by the strength of the wind and it swung upon. The glass shattered and woke Luto up from his deep, inebriated sleep. A shriek from a young girl was heard outside. Why wouldn't she? She heard the painful sound of shattering glass from the haunted mansion.
Nonetheless, Luto was awake now. He slipped on his arrancar uniform even though he would be going with his gigai. The white robe rested on his shoulders as he let out a monstrous yawn, squeezing his eyes shut and stretching his limbs. Luto then slipped into his gigai. His gigai consisted of a black pinstripe tuxedo, one a mobster would wear, complete with a purple tie & a purple fedora with a black sash. In his gigai, his hair was not unruly, it was combed and clean; it was still long though.
Once getting into his gigai, he walked over to his personal bar and took out a full bottle of expensive vodka. With this entire bottle of vodka and a wallet as fat as an elephant, Luto made his way down the elegant steps and out the door. As he walked out, Luto held his fedora from the wind, but he was also thinking what to do. Luto walked around for a little while until he remembered a rumor he recently heard from the roaming spirits. They said that there was a bar only for spiritual beings and it had amazing alcohol. Of course, to the Drunken God the alcohol was the best part.
So, Luto made his way over to the alleyway. He walked down the dark alleyway, still holding his hat when suddenly a steel door appeared in front of him. With a little neutral, yet glad scoff, Luto pulled open the door. As he walked in, he noticed that everyone was crowding around a few tables. He took a quick look and saw that there was a poker game taking place. His intense green eyes brightened with joy and his signature contemptuous smile formed, yet this time it was more amused as well as wicked.
Just as he saw these tables, Luto heard the announcer speak. Following this Luto quickly pulled up a seat. Impolitely placing his black loafers onto the table, Luto took off his fedora and placed it onto the table. With an evil smirk, Luto introduced himself, "Th' name's Luto." While saying this, Luto reached into his tuxedo jacket and pulled out a silver case and clicked the gold latches open. He opened the case to reveal expensive cigars as well as fat joints.
Luto grabbed the the cigar and placed it into his mouth, lighting a splint of wood on fire saying before he lit it, "Mind if I smoke?" Without a care for what they thought, he lit the cigar and responded to himself, "No, of course you don't." Luto scoffed a little bit, pulling out the cigar to carefully blow some smoke rings up into the hanging light. Smelling the aroma of the delicious cigar, Luto told the waiter "Straight up whiskey, the oldest you have." Luto placed the cigar back into his mouth and licked his lips. He raised an eyebrow to his competitors, following this by crossing his arms as if to say Let's get this shit done.
Damon woke up that morning, not wanting to get up, because the day ahead was going to be long and grueling. He was fortunate enough that such an event was going to be held at his bar, and he would be receiving a commission of whatever people had put into entrance fee at the beginning. Not only that, but he would also be able to meet the beings that ended up coming, learning more about them, and hopefully recruiting them towards his cause. Since humans were in such a high demand around him, and they liked to frequent his bar during the day it wasnâ€™t hard to gain what he needed. The DNA that mad up all organisms, spirit or living. The results of today's drinking would bring in enough DNA, to start giving fruition to his experiment into the Seven Deadly Sins.
Damon launched himself out of bed, went for his morning run through the park, and came back to taking a shower. His shinigami wardrobe hadnâ€™t changed of course, but his gigai was customized with his always fashionable suit. He had gotten a new one the other day and decided that today would be the perfect time to go out and show it off. Damon arrived at the bar early, to get a feel of the place before it became vibrant with the customers that would be soon joining the venue. Since this was going to be open to anyone, he decided today that it would probably be good to make it so that normal humans would decide to not come this way. By employing a few shinigami helpers down the street, they made a successful normal human repellent kido thing. Damon wasnâ€™t all that intuned with how the specific piece of kido worked, but as long as it did, he was happy to pay top dollar for it. He had also made preparations for any big drinkers to come in, so he had ordered a surplus of alcohol, just to be safe. He also wanted the best chances to win at this game.
Damon chose to use the biggest table in the back for the competition, and he even placed his special deck of cards down for use. It made him laugh, not many people realized that Damonâ€™s shikai was actually a deck of playing cards, they even had a set of values associated to them as to make them appear more authentic. If he kept his reitsu down, nobody should be able to notice that these cards were actually a zanpakutou released, but it would be interesting to see would be able to pick it up first. To make it even seem apparent Damon hung his hilt and the handle of his blade on the rack. As long as he didnâ€™t give the command the blade shouldnâ€™t return to normal. He heard the door open, and he turned to greet the people that had entered his domain. The first to arrive was a human, male, young, his reitsu wasnâ€™t threatening, but seemed nice enough. Damon gladly shook his hand, and welcomed him. The next was an arrancar that Damon had never seen before, again male, young, his reitsu was about the same as the others, but he was a little more reserved when dealing with arrancar.
The third person Raimer, recognized right away, as it was the leader of the elite group of arrancar, known as the espada, the primera Luto Esperanza. Or at least had been the leader, he had disappeared apparently for months after the war for the kingdom of Hueco Mundo, and his power seemed to have lowered as well. He and Damon had fought when they had first met, Luto had gone easy fore he was that powerful, but the man now was a shell of his former self. Albeit he is still a man to be reckoned with, Luto was the king of smooth talk, as long as he wasnâ€™t drunk that is, which unfortunately was all the time. â€œHey Luto, you asshole, glad you could make it to my humble little bar,â€ Damon held his hands wide as the bar was anything but small. â€œYou wanted whisky right, well just let any of the waiters know what you want, they are the men in the white suit.â€
This is going to get interesting, thought Damon to himself, and took his seat next to where Luto would be residing. He let the rest of the contestants fill the room before he made his introduction, unlike Luto who was already, drowning himself in a bottle of Jack. â€œBy the way, Iâ€™m Damon Raimer, and I own this establishment so please respect it as best as possible. I hold firm to the idea that if you break it you buy it, but feel free to grab a drink. Cheers!â€ With that Damon let the man holding the event start things off.
Post by Kokuou Munashii on Feb 22, 2012 21:11:00 GMT -5
Kokuou Munashii would glance up at the clock in the bar, and double check the time with his own watch, only a few more minutes until the start of the tournament and the turnout for the event was somewhat lower than expected. ~Well, not everyone is able to collect that much money at such a short notice, I guess. ~ He would think to himself as he studied the three individuals that had managed to appear. First there was the older looking man, an Arrancar, but one that appeared older than those around him, who had introduced himself as Titus Arkhan. Of course it was always difficult to tell the exact age of people, considering that most of the people who he, Kokuou, interacted with were five, ten, fifteen times his age, since they were spiritual entities. But this Tutus fellow looked old. His head was shaved bald, he had a tattoo of a number on the side of his head and he had big white bushy eyebrows right above his eyes. ~ Wait, is this dude blind? Looking at his eyes I mean they got that milky white appearance that says he is blind but I do not recall getting any warning that a blind man would be playing. ~ Kokuou would think as he raised an eyebrow in thought. ~ Nah, probably some kind of trick, either he can see normally and his eyes are just weird, or he is wearing contacts to appear blind to try and trick the other players, either way not really an issue. ~ Kokuou would continue to analyze his opponents to get a better idea of them. ~ Let us see, he is clearly a swordsman, he has his katana right over in the section where weapons that were brought into the establishment were supposed to be set, and plenty of scars across his body and hands that showed signs of intense training. ~ After hearing Titusâ€™s question about being allowed to bitch slap people who annoy him Kokuou would chuckle â€œI am afraid that bitch slapping the other players is highly frowned upon, tempting as it might be.â€ Kokuou would then turn his attention to the next person, a man in a pinstripe tuxedo of all things to wear, with a purple tie and fedora to complement his outfit. ~ Clearly part of the Mob from the style of dress, but I do not remember hearing anything about the mob currently doing anything in town, or even in the prefecture. Guess I will have to contact my old Yakuza buddies and see if they have heard anything, not that it is really important, I just like to keep up with things and know if something is going down that the house might not like is always good. Rather arrogant as well. ~ He would think as he watched the man throw his feet up onto the table and pull out a cigar, introduce himself by first name only, Luto, and only half-heartedly asking if anyone minded before he stated that of course there would be no issue and lit up. The third and apparently final participant in the Poker Tournament, was the owner of the bar, a young man who was dressed in a suit, and who had introduced himself as Damon Raimer. He apparently also used a sword, judging from the weapon that was sitting on the rack by the entrance, and had seemed quite friendly when Kokuou had met him earlier and shook his hand. While Damon was shaking hands with each of the other players kokuou would flip through the deck of cards that they had been set on the table and would admire several of the images that were designed on the cards, he had never really seen a deck like this before and was considering stealing the deck after the game, especially since most casinos and games had the rule that the decks were switched out after tournaments and such due to the wear and markings. With a final quick shuffle of the cards kokuou will say â€œWell, it looks like we do not have any more players are here, if there are people who are late then they might be able to join in latter. â€œ Kokuou would say as he took his seat and quickly flipped out each players starting cards and began to lay out the five community cards that all could see. The first card he would reveal would be the Seven of Spades, followed by the Two of clubs, then would appear the Four of Hearts, The Five of Diamonds, and Finally the Nine of Spades. â€œWell Gentlemen, Let the Kosa House First Annual Poker Tournament begin.â€ Kokuou Munashii would say with a smile and slide the first fifty forward on the table. Words: 802 Gp: 16 Total GP: 20
Post by Luto Esperanza on Feb 26, 2012 15:14:00 GMT -5
Once ordering the whiskey, the waiters left to get it. At that moment, Damon had walked in telling him how to get the whiskey. Damon was an old... "friend" or acquaintance, or ally, or whatever the hell you would like to call two people who would like power joining together and having a smoke and some drinks would be. "Damon, I just told the waiter to get me some whiskey. I'm not a fucking idiot." Luto said while taking a deep puff of his cigar and blowing it into his face. In no time, the waiter had came back with a relatively normal glass of the old whiskey, which was still quite small for Luto. He took a big sip, if you could even call it a sip, of the whiskey and exhaled at the strength of the elderly whiskey. Sticking the cigar back into his mouth, Luto said, muffled by the fat tobacco log in between his teeth, "Alright, let's get this shit done."
As he said that, the extremely skinny man started the game, passing out the cards and laying out the starting three. "What, you're not gonna introduce yourself, dealer? You seemed to have just, sifted over the fact that you are the only one not to introduce yourself." No matter, when Luto's cards were passed to him, he slid his black and white loafers off of the table and smacked forward onto the ground in his chair. His pale hand grabbed the two cards and slid it towards him without lifting them. With his thumb, he lifted up the cards to peek at the cards. Taking his thumb away, the cards smacked back onto the table, upside-down.
The skinny human, the Kosa human, went first. He seemed about Luto's weight, but much taller than him, about half a foot taller than him. Luto wondered how a skinny guy like him could ever survive in the treacherous, spirit and hollow filled Karakura. His tiny body seemed like it could barely hold up his own damn shins if he were not filled with spiritual energy. Nonetheless, he made his bet and now it was Luto's turn. With a quick glance at the set cards, Luto thought at the speed of light no matter how permanently boozed up his brain is. The cards were the seven of spades, the two of clubs, the four of hearts, the five of diamonds, and the nine of spades. When Luto played poker, he usually started with three, not five, but that did not matter at the time. With a lightning fast remembrance of his cards and some quick thinking, Luto placed his hands on the table. He gripped the table tight and through in some chips, $75 worth. "I raise $25" Luto said after tossing the chips in. Afterwards he would just lean back with his poker face on, just a cocky smirk like usual, but this time his eyes were soulless. There could be nothing told by his eyes other than neutrality, the only words you could read off of his face were from his smirk. That smirk said, I'm better than you.
Damon laughed at Lutoâ€™s comment, â€œBut Luto, did you order the good whisky?â€ The young shinigami, signaled over the waiter, â€œI want you to change this manâ€™s order, to mine, and we are going to have two Gentlemans Jack, and make it snappy.â€ Damon was in a good mood today, he had infiltrated his own â€œdeckâ€ into the game, and by doing so, he could change the cards in his hand to anything he wanted, so long as those cards werenâ€™t held by someone else. Although, this wasnâ€™t the smartest thing to do off the back, as he needed everyone else to believe that the game was fair, and square. Damon shifted his sunglasses on his face, keeping his opponents in his eyes, and eyeing the cards as they were delt on the table. It was strange as the dealer had delt all five cards at once, going past the natural phases in texas hold â€˜em, and not even bothering to burn any cards before setting them down. Although it was strange, that things didnâ€™t go the natural way, it didnâ€™t matter to Damon as long as he ended up at the end of the day with his â€œprizes.â€
The cards dealt out was foremost the Seven of Spades, followed by the Two of clubs, Four of Hearts, Five of Diamonds, and finally the Nine of Spades. Not bad, but this made it difficult to judge what people had, due to the possible out comes people could have form this, and the fact that these cards were so close together, it was definitely possible for someone to gain a straight. Who knows maybe even Damon had a straight. Damon looked at his cards, his eyes covered by his still covered sunglasses, but someone were to look they could see a Six of Hearts reflecting out of the corner of his glasses. Damon smiled. What would be the outcome of this dealing? Damon figured it best to just let things slide into place for now, and â€œcheckedâ€ to the person next to him, which was the other arrancar in the room. He reminded Damon of the Pedophiles in the neighborhood of the Rukongai district he grew up in, but weirded out Damon was that there was a hole in the middle of his forehead. Damon had to sniffle a laugh as the man was probably brain dead with a hole right through the middle of his head, and from what he had heard earlier was blind as well. â€œYouâ€™re bet, titties, was it?â€ asked Raimer, knowing full well what the old manâ€™s real name was, but damn it, he sure did enjoy teasing his opponent in these types of games. Although this was just the beginning, and Damon wasnâ€™t done having messing around yet.
Listening to the conversation between Damon and Luto made Titus chuckle, they had the same personality, that was obvious. He looked at his cards again just to make sure he knew what he had, the way the dealer had dealt the cards was weird indeed and he yet to introduce himself but now they were betting so he better do something.
He ignored Damonâ€™s comment completely and snapped his fingers at Damon â€œWell now, it seems we have a joker. Well mister joker-san Iâ€™ll tell you what Iâ€™m going to doâ€ he went quiet and leaned close to the dealer.
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â€œFoldâ€ He said calmly leaning back and waiting for his fellows to show their cards.
OOC: =-= Sorry guys. Figured I should move the thread on for the rest of you anyway even if I have Writers Block on this thread.
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Post by Kokuou Munashii on Mar 3, 2012 13:46:00 GMT -5
Kokuou would glance at the cards he had dealt himself as he listened to Luto and Damon talk about whiskey. While amused by the interaction he would maintain his calm demeanor until Luto asked him if he was going to introduce himself, causing him to furl his eyebrows and blink. Casting his thoughts back quickly to the beginning of the conversation he would realize that he had never actually introduced himself to everyone present.
â€œOh, I am sorry, I thought I had already introduced myself, but it must have entirely slipped my mind. Allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Kokuou Munashii, as you know I am from Kosa house and umm..â€ at this point Kokuou will kind of trail off from what he was saying because it was not like this was an Office social gathering or someplace, where people would want to know more about each other, at least most poker games did not turn out that way. To cover up the awkward pause he would pull out a clove cigarette from a pack carried in the breast pocket of his button shirt and light it with a match. â€œ..umm, It is nice to meet all of you.â€
Kokuou would wonder if the entire game would be full of guarded looks and snide comments, or if actual conversation would follow since he was interested in possibly learning more about these people. As he thought this, he watched Luto raise the bet by twenty-five and Damon had just match the bet with a check while taking a jab at the whiskey and the Arrancar named Titusâ€™s name, who ended up deciding to fold. Taking a second quick glance at his cards he would slide a pile of chips into the center and say with a shrug â€œI guess that I will, raise you fifty.â€
=====. Words: 307 Gp: 6 Total Gp: 26 Starting money: $10,000 Current Pot: $125 Cards dealt: seven of spades, two of clubs, four of hearts, five of diamonds and nine of spades. Ooc: sorry for the delay, writers block and fighting off a cold.
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