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There was little doubt in her mind what training game she wanted to play. Riley found herself sitting at a large table, waiting patiently for some of her fellow students to come play with her. This wasn't as exciting as a spar, except it was - because she'd been promised favors. A game that actually used favors as stakes.

Riley let out a little noise and tried not to seem too excited.

She'd chosen a nice, large table with several empty chairs, wrote down a crown for her first guess, and simply waited, with her chin in her hands. They would come to her, when they were ready.

((Feel free to sit down and make your first guess, when the game has at least three players I'll start rolling for our four rounds. <3 I'll probably do this every day around this time, unless requested otherwise~))

[[mechanics]]

The slimer roamed around with his hands in his pockets, and his head tilted down. He was hunched a little bit. Creeping through the crowd, and avoiding as many eyes as he could. His glow was barely visible, and even though his skill in translucency was almost non-existent, he was pretty invisible as he avoided eye contact.

A smile was on his face. Though it was more for appearances, he didn’t want to creep anyone out. Especially since he preferred roaming around with lidless eyes, people are often unnerved when he stares with eyes that didn’t blink.

The staring eyes eventually caught sight of a smaller crowd, a quiet and still one. They sat in a semi-circle and threw dice, exchanging little tokens between them. They muttered a few words between them, and people came and left, and those staring eyes watched a few games until he found an empty table.

He found that he was in a presence of some sort of demon or monster, sometimes, he found that some people often cross one group or another. He was intrigued by the tendrils on her head, and what seemed to be her near featureless face. He wasn’t even sure if it was female, though her shape suggested it.

“Hi,” greeted the ghost with a little nod of the head.

His eye then stopped to a peculiar pin; one most likely associated to their school. She must be important, he thought.

“I’ll go with crowns.” He liked it even numbers, they came in pairs and felt orderly. “Some-“

The ghost stopped as he found that he wasn’t the only one that sat in. His attention was fixated to the pin that he hadn’t noticed a masked figure sat around in the semi circle as well. He leaned back a little from his seat, absorbing the full image of the figure. He wasn’t sure what gender this one was either. Though it looked sort of feminine as well, maybe because of the small, waist, pronounced hip, and the dress it sort was wearing.

The ghost gave a nod to it as well, preferring to say nothing so he wouldn't insult it.

Never play diplomacy with an Illithid? LOL.

Ever since stepping foot on Conquest island Ace was in a sort of... euphoric state of mind. Everything was just PERFECT for him... the architecture, the gold... THE GOLD... the fancy decor the fancy dress. It was enough to impress upon him that it may actually be more exquisite here than any place he'd ever been in Halloween.

When he'd curiously patrolled the vibrantly painted halls in own blue and gold hakama (since WHEN did he ever own one is a question you can just ask your MOM) he'd stopped outside the 'reserved' room the mindflayer had taken control of. "Oh my what is-" Ace's eyes caught sight of a pair of dice and before anyone could bat an eye a flash of gold and blue was now sitting and leaning with a sinister expression at a seat near an end of the table.

Ace's spaded tail was clamoring against the legs of the chair and his fingers clicked along the table. He didn't even ******** know these people. WHO THE ******** CARED.


GAMBLING.

Ace scrawled down scepters as his first choice then stared wide eyed at the three students. "A game with another demon, how exciting-" his voice cracked. Whatever s**t didn't care.


GAMBLING.

Malodore's voice made Riley's hands clench happily. Of all the students to show up first, Riley could not have asked for a more desirable opponent. Her eyes crescented happily as she watched it eye the chair, and then looked at the chair itself. One can only hope. She murmured playfully.

And then suddenly, her table began to fill up, and Riley clapped her hands excitedly. The first to sit, a new face for her, received a gentle nod of greeting. Welcome, friend. I'm glad you came to join us. Then she reached out with one tentacle, giving Amrita's shoulder an affectionate squeeze, and greeted the next new face to join the table. He looked exceptionally devious, which Riley considered a welcome expression, and she gave him a coy wave of her fingers. And you're welcome to join us as well. My name is Riley. This is my mate, Malodore, at my side here.

She settled in, handing out the bone tokens evenly and giving El Greco an amused glance. Yes, I'm sure we can all agree here that the favors we are betting with are simple ones. Nothing big, no slaves for life, no long term committments, just a bit of fun for us students as we learn the ways of the clan.

She settled back into her seat, and her impeccable poker face took it's place in her expression. Has everyone chosen crowns or scepters?

Ace was curious what everyone else would end up throwing out there. He clattered his teeth watching El Greco when he spoke his name then glanced back at Riley. "Riley then.." he repeated. The demon boil did everything he could to avoid scratching the table itself out of anticipation, and turned to look at the undead ghoul that had arrived just before him. "Amrita.." he pointed then shifted to Mal and nodded. "And Malodore.."

"My name's Ace," he chimed out. And I wager this game will be in my favor, thinking to himself he took a moment to realize the mindflayer ghoul had talked to them through thought... and nervously flit his gaze her direction. Luckily he hadn't focused his thoughts on her... yet.

((btw, scepters))

Malodore opened its beak in a smile and took a seat, not caring particularly if its feathers scratched the finish. It scooted up to the table, then eyed its opponents carefully. "Signorina Amrita," it said, pleasantly, nodding to the other two that it did not know.

"I shall choose Scepters," it said, after a moment.

If Ace had fur to bristle he'd certainly be now. Even out of the sudden excitement of winning his arm lurched out for one of the two tokens before Riley even acknowledged their dillema. Once his hand was on it though he froze, and realized what was supposed to happen.

"Errr..." he nibbled on his lip before glancing between Mal and Amrita. Clearly he was not interested in.. diplomatically deciding.. though the name of the game and the age old culture of Conquest kept him unsteady, especially in front of obviously older students.

"I... er... don't know what we should pick.." he furrowed a brow nervously. Perhaps since Mal was Riley's mate it would be less obliged to take her token? "In the meantime.. I'm sayin' crowns."

((Poor ace I cant play him as generous, but BUL WOULD LET YALL HAVE IT <3))
((Also Crowns))

The young Reaper had been exploring his new digs for the day, spotting a handful of students all crowded around a table. Playing a game? There had been a clansman explaining the rules, and he only half payed attention, hands thrust in his pockets as he slowly made his way towards them.

"So... what's this, some ritzy crapshoot?" He removed his hat, helping himself to a seat as he glanced around the only somewhat familiar faces... other Amity students? "Mind if I join in? 'Aint too late, eh?" He didn't have much on him to bet, but hey, any new ways to learn a good swindle was fine by him.

He popped a wink at the purple chick with the nice rack at the head of the table who seemed to be manning things.

"Scepters for me, doll." He popped his bet down.