[OPEN] One Armed Bandit

[badroll]

WHO: Kite and YOU!
WHERE: Martia Falls, and the Passione Casino
WHEN: Evening of 4/15
WHAT: Slot machines and also Kite is like Snow White or something, where did all these animals come from...
WARNINGS: None so far.

a; slots at the passione casino
[Kite had a lot on his mind. There was a lot of unfinished business back home that, even if he weren’t here, he wouldn’t have been able to finish anyway. Because as he reached out for his second small glass of liquor, he recalls the sharp and sudden pain of having his arm torn off.

There was more than that too, and the memory of the chimera ant’s aura alone is enough to send a chill up his spine, let alone the fight. The raw and sheer power of that creature. Even his best weapon and all his years of experience hadn’t been more than enough to scratch it.

Taking a sip of his drink, Kite’s perpetually stoic expression remains as such even with his buzz, and even as he reaches out to pull the arm of the slot machine. There’s an atmosphere of wanting to be left alone about him, but he’s really not as cold as he looks. He could do for some company instead of mulling over what he couldn’t change--over his own weakness, in a sense. There was some comfort in knowing his judgement was right, but that was all. He was still worried over a lot of things, and he could only hope that he had bought enough time for Gon and Killua to escape.

As roulette spins and lands on three of the same, sparse winnings pouring into the collector below, he only has one thing to say:] Hm...bad roll.

b; around martia falls with a kitty
[Back outside after spending most of the night in the casino, Kite lets out a long sigh as he tugs the brim of his hat down, trying to recall where the Porter was again. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have come all the way out here just the gamble, but he was still getting settled in and needed something to do.

While he stands there lost in thought with a hand on his waist, a full grown cat passes by to purr and rub its side against his leg. Despite the bad week, he finds himself looking down and then crouching to reach out and pet the animal. At the same time his other hand comes round to search for a collar, but there is none.]

Pretty friendly for a stray… [Abandoned, then? That or it was an outdoor cat, or perhaps a restaurant owner’s favourite uninvited guest. At any rate, it seemed to be well kempt.]

c; the cats are multiplying
[Kite is walking again, but he's not alone now. The cat is following him still, and this time two more have joined it.

You know, he--

Has mixed feelings about cats suddenly.]

d; wildcard
[For anywhere around Martia Falls or the Passione Casino. Kite plays other games besides just the slots!]

Comments

whops brackets uh, sorry HAHA

[debauchewy]

"Favours lasting ten minutes, no killing, a deal!" A bright smile, and ah, so bossy! He'll roll though, chuckling under his breath, watching the dice.

5-4-2.

Rerolls. 3-3-4!

"Another point to you, you're so lucky!" A small clap of his hands.

omg I. don't think I even realized lmao

[badroll]

This guy is way too cheerful about this. Kite just nods his head to verify that yes, those were the stipulations. "I'll be lucky when I win," and he rolls.

1-4-6, no good. He tries again and gets 3-3-4. "Huh," the same as Hisoka's roll. He's interested to see how this one turns out.

Whoooooopppsspspsppspssss

[debauchewy]

Snatching the dice again.

"Only when you win? So it's large goals and not the small ones in between with you?" A smirk.

2-2-1.

"Buuuuuuu! What a bad roll!" Yes, oddly cheerful despite losing.

[badroll]

Kite just stares at Hisoka, not bothering to answer the question. He's not sure when this game became a psychological evaluation.

"That's pretty bad," he's at three points now, but there's still plenty of time for Hisoka to catch up. 4-6-3 is his first roll.

"Re-roll...," and his second is an abysmal 2-2-4. "Tch."

[debauchewy]

Well aren't all games about reading your opponent to a degree? Even games of luck you can use to learn how they work under pressure. Kite seems rather ice cold though. Interesting, cool, even under a vice, not that he's losing at all.

"It's quite bad, yes." A small smile, bent over as he hunches up his shoulders. Keeping his chin on a hand, elbows on the felt.

2-3-5, when he rolls next, smiling calmly as he does. He'd like to win though, maybe cheat to? He could. Or he could lose and owe him, ah, they both have their benefits.

1-2-3.

"Hah!" An actual laugh at that, moving to cover his mouth. Wow he is really on a losing streak today, damn. But this was how it started with his game with Josuke as well.

[badroll]

Naturally, and Kite is watching Hisoka with a certain level of scrutiny, but mostly he's just quietly enjoying the game.

"Heh," that earns a small smile. He'd almost guess these dice were rigged if it weren't for the fact Hisoka was the one losing. "It doesn't get any worse than that, does it?"

Four points for him, and his next roll is a poor 6-6-3.

[debauchewy]

"No, it's doesn't, as awful as can be!" Four to zip! Dang. Though 6-6-3 is rather low. He'll end up just barely beating it with his next toll of 4-6-6.

"So if I win, it's by a hair it seems. My nerves may be shot by the end of this game, console me, would you?"

[badroll]

"Console you?" Kite looks up, his pitch raising just enough to sound dubious. "I'll buy you a drink if it comes to that."

That's as consoling as he'll get, and when he rolls a measly 6-6-1 next it might be Kite that needs another drink. "Ah...damn."

[debauchewy]

"Oh nice!" A bright smile Buying him a drink! Even if all the drinks here are free for him, haaha. Maybe he'll take him up on that somewhere else? A drink at a more unfamiliar bar, at not his work.

5-2-2 is his roll after that, not really that bad at all, even if those twos are misleading. he smiles, putting up two fingers on one hand and four on the other.

"Catching up!"

[badroll]

"I'm still two points ahead," he mumbles quietly, thoughtfully. It was definitely mroe interesting when there was a sense of competition, one that meant your advantage could be lost at any moment.

He rolls a 1-1-2 and makes a vaguely sour face.

[debauchewy]

"Huuu~ Not for long it seems." 1-1-2, gosh. His roll, though he can feel a slight tension in the air now.

Kite's having fun. Good.

1-4-5.

1-5-6.

5-5-4!

"Hah! Only one now!" Offering the dice with a big smile on his face.

[badroll]

"We'll see." A new roll meant a new chance. He took the dice and rolled again, hoping for something better.

5-5-6. Even without the 5s, that was a decent roll. More combinations were below it than above, but that didn't mean Hisoka couldn't get lucky. Still, he found himself smiling a little. It's been awhile since he had any casual fun.

[debauchewy]

What a positive way to look at it. Always the chance to win more, what a glass is half full kinda guy.

2-3-4.

"5-5-6 is hard to beat." Glancing up to him, his power empathy activating for a moment, taking a peek. Kite seems natural around numbers, but he felt that way seeing him in this place. What takes his attention is more- the small shadow looming near Kite's shoulder. A glance there, but short, rolling again.

4-1-3. 4-4-3.

"Back to two below, so that makes you at 7?" Pft, no, but whatever.

[badroll]

"Five," he corrects, having been keeping track. "I'm at 5 and you're at 3."

Kite takes the dice and rolls a 3-4-5. "Re-roll...," he mutters, and this time his luck lands him a 2-2-2. Even better than his last roll; the dice are pushed back over to Hisoka, waiting.

[debauchewy]

"Of course." Gosh he's terrible at addition, thanks for helping him out!

3-1-1.

"Makes you six. Are you usually so at ease when you're luck's all that matters? Luck is a hard thing to love by, wouldn't you agree?"

[badroll]

"Luck is just that," he takes the dice back. 3-5-6. "Luck. You can't depend on it. It's something that happens unexpectedly."

1-4-6.

2-2-6. "And it's more fun when it's on your side."

[debauchewy]

"So unexpected things, you like them on your side? Are you the sort to gain friends in strange places?" 2-2-1.

"Well, you certainly do have luck on your side it seems. But for how long?"

[badroll]

"You could say that" if Hisoka was hoping for more information than that, he's bound for disappointment.

1-1-3. "That's another point for me."

[debauchewy]

Kite's seven to Hisoka's three now, and Kite's rolled a 1-1-3. He takes the dice. 2-3-6.

2-2-5.

"Was it? Are you getting cocky now?" Saying he's gotten another point before he has, tsk. Hisoka's won this one, his 2-2-5 against Kite's 1-1-3. making him 4 to Kite's 7. He moves the dice over to him.

"A quiet player, you make things difficult for a talkative dealer."

whoops my bad

[badroll]

Kite shakes his head, lifting a hand. "I forgot we were on a new roll." He's not exactly keeping score on paper, so it's an easy mistake to make when you've had enough to drink, but blind cockiness wasn't his intention.

Picking up the dice, he raises his brow slightly under the brim of his hat. "You seem to be doing fine," talking enough for both of them, really.

1-3-6.

6-6-4.

Sokay

[debauchewy]

"Better to keep track! How rude Kite, isn't winning important to you?" A chuckle, giving him a fake pout.

"It's not often I'm not 'fine'. But maybe you've just caught me on a good day." A feline like smile. Dice, 5-2-6. Brows up. He smile, feeling the dice a little in his hand.

4-5-6.

"Oh!"

[badroll]

Kite just rubs his head--a little bashfully--in response to that. He hates to admit the alcohol is getting to him in any way, but there it is.

"Perfect...," he blinks a little in surprise, eyebrows raised again. That put them at 5 to 7. Things were getting pretty close.

2-4-6.

4-4-1. "...Tch. Looks like I'm the one making bad rolls now."

[debauchewy]

"Looks like! Four, four, one, not very good." A tsk sound, clicking his tongue against his teeth. He smiles, feeling little by little that this person has a lot to hide, but that was already obvious, an adult... and a hunter from his own world. Just looking at him he'd rate him rather high.

Hisoka licks his lips, subtle at least, looking back down and picking up the dice.

2-1-6.

"How about the winner buys a drink no matter what? While the loser owes the favours." 4-5-1. 2-3-5.

2-2-5. A smirk, though he hides it for the most part.

"Seven to six, your favour, hm?"

[badroll]

"Sounds fair," Kite had enough winnings left over to afford a few drinks, so he didn't mind it if he won. Of course, he was more concerned about losing...a pair plus 5 wasn't an easy roll to beat.

"I'll decide if we get to that." As it is, Kite has no idea what he'd ask. He'd probably just hold it as an IOU.

1-1-4. His lips pull into a frown.

huhu

[debauchewy]

2-3-4.

"Ooh close to the worst!" Moves to knock on the wood of the table. He smiles, sticking out his tongue a little.

1-2-3----

No they keep rolling and stop. 1-5-6. 1-3-6!

A small whistle.

"The tension is hiiigh~" 1-1-3!

"Bubuuu. All that suspense for nothing." Puffs out a breath through his nose. That makes them eight to Hisoka's six.