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estoria2015-05-19 08:25 pm
senseandcecilbility) wrote in estoria2015-05-19 08:25 pm
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[Open] Say cheese?
Who: Kevin Cecil and you
When: 1/6, 1/7
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Flowers! Pictures! Discomfiture!
Rating/Warning: none
[A florist! Kevin is a florist! He has never been a florist before, which is saying a lot considering he has been around for quite a bit. It is all right, though. He is nothing but thorough, and if he is going to sell this world's flowers, he might as well learn everything about them. With some trepidation and a few involuntary detours - oh dear, was that a neighborhood of ill repute? - he manages his way into the most bizarre railway system. Honestly, the entire thing is underground and as claustrophobic as any coal mine. Is that a distant and more forbidding relative of London's horror? Why anyone would ever consider that a good idea is quite beyond him. But thank goodness his efforts are amply rewarded when he emerges from the depths of earth to the most luxuriant sights and sounds of Ceres Gardens. Ahh, that was exactly what he had been praying for!
This place is very different from the Master and Mistress' peaceful Victorian garden, and not quite as wild as Eden itself. Although he is fully capable of recognizing some of the flora, the hard truth is that another equally large number of species baffle him. There is some spot of trouble with a grumpy groundkeeper when he attempts to collect some samples for entirely taxonomic purposes, but it all ends well after a young lady - she couldn't be over eighty - invites him to sit by her side, and proceeds to tell him everything about her six grandchildren and four house cats. By the end of their conversation, Kevin has learned a great deal about house cats, but also about how to use his CereVice to take daguerreotypes of cats or whatever catches his fancy.
Instantaneous pigmented daguerrotypes, no less. My, what will people invent next?
After saying goodbye to the nice lady, he resumes his stroll and starts to take photographs of all the flowers. Sadly, he lacks both the technique and etiquette to do that properly, so if you were to turn around, you might find yourself face to face with a tall stranger wearing a very intent expression and taking pictures of you.
Though what he is aiming at is that cherry tree just behind you, really.]
When: 1/6, 1/7
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Flowers! Pictures! Discomfiture!
Rating/Warning: none
[A florist! Kevin is a florist! He has never been a florist before, which is saying a lot considering he has been around for quite a bit. It is all right, though. He is nothing but thorough, and if he is going to sell this world's flowers, he might as well learn everything about them. With some trepidation and a few involuntary detours - oh dear, was that a neighborhood of ill repute? - he manages his way into the most bizarre railway system. Honestly, the entire thing is underground and as claustrophobic as any coal mine. Is that a distant and more forbidding relative of London's horror? Why anyone would ever consider that a good idea is quite beyond him. But thank goodness his efforts are amply rewarded when he emerges from the depths of earth to the most luxuriant sights and sounds of Ceres Gardens. Ahh, that was exactly what he had been praying for!
This place is very different from the Master and Mistress' peaceful Victorian garden, and not quite as wild as Eden itself. Although he is fully capable of recognizing some of the flora, the hard truth is that another equally large number of species baffle him. There is some spot of trouble with a grumpy groundkeeper when he attempts to collect some samples for entirely taxonomic purposes, but it all ends well after a young lady - she couldn't be over eighty - invites him to sit by her side, and proceeds to tell him everything about her six grandchildren and four house cats. By the end of their conversation, Kevin has learned a great deal about house cats, but also about how to use his CereVice to take daguerreotypes of cats or whatever catches his fancy.
Instantaneous pigmented daguerrotypes, no less. My, what will people invent next?
After saying goodbye to the nice lady, he resumes his stroll and starts to take photographs of all the flowers. Sadly, he lacks both the technique and etiquette to do that properly, so if you were to turn around, you might find yourself face to face with a tall stranger wearing a very intent expression and taking pictures of you.
Though what he is aiming at is that cherry tree just behind you, really.]
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Looks great! Now all you have to do is to look at something, wait for the small green rectangle to appear and press the piece right next to your ear! You can do it as fast and often as you want!
[He grins and nods, feeling only a tad bit silly at having used that word for a moment. Freudian slips can be a pain.]
Yeah, because duels can often have very big tactical and luck components, you know? You have to be good with numbers and calculating odds and moves and the like!
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Freudian slip or not, he likes that word quite a bit.]
Calculating odds? I wonder, is it possible to bet on the duelists too?
[If nobody has done that yet, they sure are missing a wonderful opportunity.]
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Only till he finds out that Vector thought of 'gambling their lives away', most likely.He gives him a mildly confused look for a moment, knowing that his D-Gazer is in good hands.]
Huh? You mean on who'll win a certain duel or a championship or cup? That's definitely possible, yes.
We often bet things like who'll buy who the next snack in school, but I also heard that some play with the cards in their decks or even the whole decks at stake. If you lose one of those that can be quite bad because it tosses you back to zero. That's why I don't like doing them. They're too harsh!
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That is hardcore gambling, sir.He'd rather not. After all, he merely gambles for pleasure. No death and destruction on his free time.]Oh, that is an excellent idea. [He takes a picture of a flying bird. Woah, this contraption is very precise, isn't it?] Not gambling a whole deck away, sir. I mostly certain agree with your assessment on that matter. However, I do not follow. What do card decks have to do with the, huh, D-Gazer?
[Not that he has anything against them either. Card games are awesome too. ]
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[Searching a small box that's attached to his belt, he pulls a card out to show it to Kevin.]
This is what we call a monster card. It's probably the most important card type to have in a duel. On the top you can see its name, attribute and level. [He first points to the name, then the Light-symbol and then the four stars beneath it.] The picture shows you what it looks like once it materializes.
Beneath the picture is written what type the monster is - fairy in this case, despite him looking like an angel - and if it has any special effects. The text beneath it describes what its special abilities are and how to play them if it has any.
[He pauses to see if Kevin is still following him.]
And the numbers at the right bottom oft he card show you how strong its attack and defense are. With 1100 attack and 1900 defense points Honest is one of the strongest cards in my deck, but his true value lies in the fact that he can help me defend against way stronger surprise attacks than I usually could too.
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Does he shield you?
[How mathematical. And how familiar. Again, he hopes those are not...actual battles, though that would not surprise him either.]
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Each turn, you can tell your monster to either attack or defend. It'd be nice if they could help us like that in reality too.