Cyrus Ferdinand
Location: Sea of UNKNOWN - Field of Ruins (Skeletal Skyscrapers)
Time: Day 4 – Afternoon
Angel vs Man vs Devil
Turn 2
“This is why cannon fodder will always be cannon fodder.” The light clink of a metal chain being twirled followed the unfeeling words. “Soldier A and Soldier B. Never more than that…”
The young man took a step to the side, an uncharacteristic pep to his step.
“Nah, not even A and B. You two are more like J and K.” Time and time again they got in his way. Faceless mobs, nobodies, literal whos. Their lot would never amount to anything, they lacked that something to become somebody. Maybe they were born unlucky, maybe at some point they made the choice to sink into mediocrity. They’re like the nameless police in a crime movie, ineffective and destined to fail. “I’ve seen too many of your kind, but now it’s different. Maybe now-“
Violet lit up beneath his eyes, a low glow at first that accelerated into a pair of bright stars. Gambling Emperor’s light pulsed as a new ‘game’ was put into place, its ruled layered over the world’s texture.
“-I can give you a chance. One shot, one opportunity to be a lead actor. The real deal, a somebody.”
Not a single word betrayed intent. Not a thought, not a single emotion leaked out. The face of Cyrus Ferdinand could be more aptly called a black hole than anything human or holding something like ‘person.’
Cyrus took another step forward, rotating his wrist deftly. The metal chain wrapped below his palm flicked in tune with his movements. The sight of Amelie spitting up her drink at the sight of that was still fresh in his memory. It made the young man curious; just what meaning did it carry to the people on this side?
“You just have to walk over here. Walk here, and win. The game is simple, right?”
Another flick of his wrist, and the red pendant flipped out into view as he caught it in his palm. The gambler was good with his hands, skilled with his fingers. The red pendant flipped between his fingers like so many poker chips had done before it, bouncing along his knuckles in a constant rhythm in plain sight. In a way that would be impossible not to see.
All the while Cyrus’ entire presence stood unshaken. No emotion registered, he simply appeared as a void. Empty of feelings, empty of concern. An absolute wall, a perfect poker face.
“If you win, there’s a big prize waiting for you.”
The purple light surrounded the now-orange figure of the slime, Craps, and its form convulsed in response. Registering an understanding of the rules layered over its existence the hulking ooze began rapidly rushing toward its designated opponent. At the same time, Cyrus stepped forward once more toward his own opponent, the Devil still holding his spear.
Spoiler:
HP: 100 SP: 100 Self: 50
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