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[scionofhispower]

[Clearly, redheads have never been in short supply here.

As a result of this fact, seeing Asch sitting at a table with that smug "I'm better than you" look of his shouldn't really take too many people by surprise. Oh, sure, the lack of any discernible agitation is probably a little disconcerting as is the presence of a deck of playing cards set upon the table within easy reach of his right hand. Of course, this Asch is a little different from most, missing anger notwithstanding; it isn't too hard to tell he is a fair bit older, somewhere within his early-to-mid twenties.

Regardless, he is Asch. And he? He is challenging you to a game of poker.

Ready to try your luck?]


[ooc; Unlike swallowfury, Asch here is definitely not reset, so he retains any CR he had from the last time I was around a couple years back. Of course, he's not going to come out and just let you know who he is; he feels like being a bit of a jerk, so even if you do know him, he's going to leave you guessing. Especially. If you're a certain replica. Why? Because he can. And, no, he's not going to deal cards to kids. But he might go into papa mode on them.]

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[scionofhispower]

[Oh, this as going to be priceless. Asch's smirk grew at Luke's attempt at a glare. Come on, replica, do you really think that's going to scare me? He almost lets out a small snort as he picks up the cards to shuffle them.]

Your funeral, dreck.

[That said, he deals five cards to each of them.]

Screw you and your lack of notifications, lj.

[fononfailure]

[ Luke figures that so long as Asch doesn't cheat like certain equally smug colonels, she should stand half a chance. Poker was a simple game of matching the right cards, right? Tempting as it is, Luke refrains from kicking him under the table and instead settles for slamming both palms down. ]

The only who's going to end up buried is you.

[ Okay, so. Was ace high or low again? ]

LOL I figured it was something like that.

[scionofhispower]

[Yeah, he just keeps smirking at that anger because, Luke? You're way too easy to read. And he could cheat. But he'll play fair right now.]

Keep telling yourself that if it helps. But don't start whining to me when you lose. [What Luke doesn't realize is that Asch has a fantastic poker face. You know. Since his expression so rarely changes and all.

Asch certainly isn't telling. But it counts as high, unless using it in an A-5 straight.]

Everything is so stupid today, even my internet is slower. 8|

[fononfailure]

[ One of these days she's going to wipe that snide grin right off his face. Somehow. She'd make it her mission in life if that's what it took. Her eyes dart from the cards to Asch, hoping to catch a glimpse of reaction. If he scowled, it would be a sure sign that his hand sucked. ]

I don't whine, thank you very much. I form perfectly valid arguments. [ ...so there were more rules to this game than she remembered, but still! She had a king! It was a good start. Hopefully. ]

D: Nooooo.

[scionofhispower]

[Sucks for Luke that his expression hasn't changed, then; he's still got that smug smirk settled nicely in place, with absolutely no indication on what sort of hand he ended up with.]

Since when, replica? [Well, that all depends on the rest of the hand, now, doesn't it.] Dealer draws last. [And since he's Asch, he's not even going to explain that he means Luke should hurry up and decide how many cards to toss.]

The sky's clear, too! /hides on the computer today

[fononfailure]

[ Go figure. She should have know that watching Asch was akin to staring at an obnoxious statue. One that could and would kick her ass six ways to Remday. ]

None of your damn business, dreck. [ Ah, it felt so refreshing to give Asch a taste of his own verbal medicine~ Not like he could do anything about it too. Luke does understand it's her turn to discard, and does so by putting three cards down. ] Take three.

Awww. I hope your internet stops being slow. ;~; (ohgodsowrongputtingthatfromanAschaccount)

[scionofhispower]

[Asch moves her cards to the side before dealing three new ones to her; he then looks at his own hand again before dropping two onto Luke's three and drawing two fresh cards.

Whether he got something useful or not is even harder to tell. There isn't so much as a muscle twitch on his face.]

You still can't make insults work for you, replica.

Thank you. ♥ and alskdjfl YES, IT IS.

[fononfailure]

[ She picks her new cards up one by one, eyebrows furrowing further. This.. wasn't much better than those she got rid of. Damn. On the other hand, Asch was doing a marvelous Jade impression. All he needed was glasses. ]

Why not? It's the same thing you say. [ Not like you can screw up a simple word as 'dreck'. ]

[scionofhispower]

You're still far too naïve and pitiful to pull it off properly. [Why yes, he is being an ass on purpose. ...Or maybe it just comes naturally. The world may never know.

And he may not be showing it, but he's thoroughly amused that Luke can't manage to conceal any expressions.] Show your hand. [Because yes, Luke, just as the dealer draws last, the dealer also shows last.]

[fononfailure]

[ And frankly, Luke doesn't care either way. Flipping the table right into Asch's face sounds like the best possible plan ever; it'd get her out of this lame game -and- make it so she wouldn't have to look at his stupid, attractive, know-it-all smile.

But that would only prove his point. So she bangs the table again for emphasis. ] I am NOT either! You can't treat me like trash just because I'm a replica, you know!

[ Still glowering, she fans her cards out for Asch to see. ] Two pair. Now you show.

[scionofhispower]

You'd like to think so.

[Oh, don't worry, Luke; he'll show his hand. In fact, he very calmly sets them onto the table - two kings, three tens; full house.]

[fononfailure]

I know so.

[ ...oh you dirty bastard. For a brief moment she looks ready to deck Asch, then settles for deflating. It was luck, that's all! ] Fine, you win that round. Go again! Deal!

[scionofhispower]

[...Did you hear something?

Something that almost...

...sort of...

...maybe...

...kind of...

...sounded like a dark chuckle?]

If you think you can handle it, sure. [It is purely Luke's imagination if she thinks Asch is fucking with her. Really.

He reshuffles the deck and deals five cards to each of them again.]

[fononfailure]

[ ...

Oh. Oh dear.

That can't be good. Maybe this Asch isn't a normal one like she thought. It'd be just her luck that he's really some blood-sucking demon or Van in disguise. Yuck! But a challenge is a challenge and Luke isn't about to back down. ]

Of course I do! We can even bet if you want!

[scionofhispower]

[Bingo. Played right into his hands, didn't you, replica?] That certainly ups the odds. Alright, we'll place a bet on this hand, then.

[fononfailure]

[ Of course. There are some things that people never learn. Watching her step is one of Luke's. ] Fine! What's the wager? I still have some gald.

[scionofhispower]

Not much use for that here, now, is there. I'll tell you what you've wagered after I've won.

[fononfailure]

[ Damn. So he knew enough to be familiar with the place. ] You can't do that! I don't know what I'm betting!

[scionofhispower]

Then we'll make it fair, replica; I'll play under the same terms.

[fononfailure]

Stop calling me 'replica', dammit! And that's still hardly fair.

[scionofhispower]

Alright; would you prefer "dreck" or "trash"? [Luke was getting off easy with "replica," clearly.]

How do you figure? I won't know what I'm betting until I've lost, either. Or are you saying you have so little faith in your ability to win? If that's the case, we may as well not even play the hand and, instead, just get right to my payment.

[fononfailure]

The name is Luke, since you're too stubborn to take it for yourself. [ Go figure. Asch always had to be a total ass. ]

So we're betting something we haven't even chosen? It has nothing to do with my ability to win, you jerk! It's stupid! Why not just decide what's at stake now unless you're planning to cheat? Because you're not getting a damn thing from me if you do.

[scionofhispower]

[He's ignoring that first bit.] Oh, I've already chosen what's at stake for you, replica; feel free to choose what's at stake for me before we go any further. It adds some excitement, not knowing what we're risking ahead of time.

If that's too difficult for you to understand, then I'll spell it out more simply: the loser is subject to paying one thing of the winner's choosing. Whether that thing is an object, an action, or anything else is at the winner's discretion. Understand now?

[fononfailure]

[ You can bet that Luke is internally going "DON'T IGNORE MEEEEEE!!!1!" even if she sticks with fuming. ] You didn't have to bother explaining the premise behind the idea, I got it already. So if I win, I could have you stay put while I punch you, right?

[ Somebody is sold on this already. ] ...but wait. We need to clarify the rules. No way am I risking my life over a card game probably rigged by you! Let's agree that nobody gets broken limbs or worse, okay? Or else I'll stick to hanging around to make sure you don't pick on any other Lukes.

[scionofhispower]

Exactly what do you take me for, replica? In the first place, who would need to rig a game like this to win against you? Beyond that, killing or maiming you would be pointless.