CHAE SOON-JA
Phantasm
one small breeze doesn't make a storm
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Post by CHAE SOON-JA on Aug 7, 2013 15:25:23 GMT -5
Tabletop games weren’t a far leap from video games, something she enjoyed from time to time. It wasn’t like playing a few children’s card games was really that much of an odd thing to do. Soon-ja thumbed through a rather sizable stack of Yu-Gi-Oh cards as she attempted to convince herself that her current predicament wasn’t completely absurd.
How, exactly, she’d managed to land herself in the middle of a Starbucks with a box full of children’s cards and various peripherals was completely beyond her. She honestly didn’t even remember the true line of events. But it had happened; and there she was, sitting across from her opponent who was fiddling with an equally large stack of cards. Why were they playing? It didn’t even matter. Where did the cards even come from? Any guess was better than Soon-ja’s assumption that they’d sprung into existence beside her. Why where they in a starbuck? Well, that was obvious. Even veteran duelists need refreshments from time to time. Duh.
She could do it. All she needed was the right mindset. She just had to channel the power of her inner, ancient Egyptian pharaoh. Soon-ja placed her hand over her face, fanning her fingers as she stared out between the cracks. She could feel the presence of a greater being slowly absorbing her – a stronger dueler that would bring her divine guidance on the tremulous battlefield that was duel monsters. A maniacal grin spread across her partially hidden face.
Screw the rules.
You didn’t need to know how to play Yu-Gi-Oh to play
[/b] Yu-Gi-Oh. It was time to throw down. Soon-ja stood, grabbing one of the half dozen odd looking contraptions from the box beside her. She fumbled briefly with the piece of equipment before managing to secure it to her arm. She placed her ‘deck’ inside the appropriately labeled spot and turned to her opponent. “It’s time… TO DUEL!”[/b] [/div] [/center] [newclass=.t1p]border-top: 5px solid E8CA8E; border-bottom: 5px solid #E8CA8E; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 7, 2013 15:40:23 GMT -5
How he had ended up in the starbucks was beyond him. How he had ended up with a deck of cards from the popular (or not so) card game Yu-Gi-Oh was beyond him. In fact, he wasn't even sure how he ended up in the human world to begin with today. Although, there had been a reason for the white, red, and black dog mask. Jin had felt the ever increasing need to hide his identity with how much he had been spending time in the human world. Even if today seemed like a blur. He had been working before, but now it was just pleasure covered up by work. And if SS found out that he was covering up play with work, they may take away his rights to be here.
Tapping his foot in his seat, Jin held his deck in his right hand, with the odd contraption attached to his left arm. His eyes peered over at his opponent. He knew this girl, he had seen her before. The two of them...they weren't the best of friends; and he was sure that after this day, that line would grow even wider. This game wasn't for the weak, it wasn't for the fainthearted. He was going to show this girl just why you didn't mess with....The king of games.
"I'm going to mop the floor with you, young buck." The experienced captain wasn't even that much older than his opponent. However, that wasn't the point because on this day, this day of most importance, He was going to prove he was....The king of games. Pushing the seat back, and standing in front of the woman, he slipped the deck into it's slot, locking it into place. His white hair that protruded from his mask bounced with the pair of hidden crimson eyes staring at the woman. She hadn't the slightest clue what she had just gotten herself into. She wasn't prepared to face the shinigami king of games, she wasn't prepared...
"How many cards do we start with?" Jin pondered, his hand awkwardly tapping on the deck. He may have been the kind of games...but he didn't know the slightest idea of what he was doing right then. His contraption arm raising as he scratched the back of his head...had he ever even played this game before?
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Post by Arwyr o Afalon on Aug 7, 2013 16:10:06 GMT -5
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Thurstan walked into the Starbucks coffee shop. It’d be a long freaking time since he’d had some shitty commercial coffee and decided that, since he was in the area, he might as well stop by. He stepped up to the counter and tossed his bag onto a chair a few feet away. “Yeah, can I just get an iced vanilla latte with…eh. Nah that’s it.” The short, chubby, white women with worse than good complexion at the check-out counter nodded while she reached for the stand of different plastic cups.
“What size?” she asked begrudgingly, clearly unhappy with her job and her life.
“Just a small, please.” Trace replied as he searched his wallet for some money, “Here you go. Thank-you.”
“We’ll call you when it’s ready.”
With that, Thurstan turned away to his backpack and replaced its position with his own rear end. The chair was wobbly, which was a pain, so he almost immediately stood up and moved to a different part of the restaurant. As he searched for an acceptable place to sit, something caught his eye. There was the back of some girl’s head and a huge box of cards on the table. The most interesting bit was the device strapped to her arm, however. He recognized the thing almost immediately. It was a Yu-Gi-Oh arm piece like the ones that Surǽlia used to wear when she was little. The blonde hair was an interesting coincidence too.
Trace didn’t exactly recognize the person opposite her, but the white hair reminded him of Jin and Toshirou. He shrugged and started to approach them at their table, noticing the two other empty seats. He had a deck of his own that he carried with him. He used to play fairly often when Surǽlia was a girl just to keep her happy. He’d gotten pretty good at the game and had made himself a pretty sexy dragon deck. He always kept the cards on him just in case he ran into his true best friend. They promised that they would play a game every time they saw eachother. It was childish, yeah, but who really gave a shit?
“Hey, I noticed you guys had thos Yu-Gi-” Thurstan saw the girl’s face in that instant, “Oh my God, it’s Sonja.”
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CHAE SOON-JA
Phantasm
one small breeze doesn't make a storm
Posts: 75
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Post by CHAE SOON-JA on Aug 8, 2013 19:50:12 GMT -5
How many cards to start with? It was a silly question, thoug H Excellent in its own way. Soon-ja's perfect, usually accurat E Intuition said to start with the five, but it seemed a few card S Short of a good hand. Her Egyptian ally told her that the dat A Never lied, showing that five cards was the best number t O Obtain. Armed with that knowledge, Soon-ja chose to the N Take five cards from her deck. After drawing her cards and taking a quick glance, Soon-j A Noticed her opponent had done the same. Though the due L Under the Starbuck's roof had never officially begun, al L Participants knew it was on. The competition was very stif F Really any mistake could be fatal at this point. She had t O Inspect all her foe's plays and be ready to make imprompt U Game-changing choices on the fly. She assumed that he R Hand was to be played first, scanning her various card S Thoroughly. Decisions hard had to be made. Soon-ja had swiftly decide D On a pair of mysterious, probably helpful face down cards t O Get the fast upper hand. The contest of skill was startinG [newclass=.t1p]border-top: 5px solid E8CA8E; border-bottom: 5px solid #E8CA8E; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Jin Hoshigawa on Aug 9, 2013 7:38:30 GMT -5
What exactly had he gotten himself into? He didn't know how he got here, he didn't know who or what a Yu-Gi-Oh was, and yet he was playing against someone he had just met, in a mask, with his one of his best fri-Holy shit there's Tracy. Well damn, now he couldn't take off his mask. He was stuck in a hot mask, in this hot Starbucks, with this large odd contraption making his arm all sweaty. He sighed, but then grinned under his mask; it was going to make one helluva story once he got back.
Luckily for the young soul reaper, his opponent hadn't let him down. She pulled five cards out, and with the utmost confidence too. Making no mistake, Jin followed, his post afterward showing the same confidence in his answer. He wasn't at all confident, but he was hiding behind a mask, and his body language was all he needed.
He watched as his opponent laid a two cards face down, and then ended her turn. What was she planning? Could she be setting up a trap? Are there even traps in this game? Jin shrugged, dramatically drawing a card from his deck, looking over his choices, and then grasping a single card. "And I'll la-" He stopped with the most sickening thought. If he wanted his identity hidden, he needed to hide his voice too. Tracy has known him for some time now and he'd be able to pick up on his voice.
Clearing his throat with the same dramatic nature as his previous card draw, he spoke with a much deeper, very noticeably fake tone. "And I'll laaaay...My MAD DOG OF DARKNESS!" Once more with the same level of intensity as his last two plays, he slapped the card down onto his placeholder, and grinned wildly though none of the spectators could see this."And I end my turn!"
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