The Mask of Greed (Open to Peccare Famiglia)

[Trace Reveral]

"Jiiihahahaha!!! Full house again, losers!"

"Come on man, that's the fifth one in seven rounds!"

The Masked Gambler, raked in his winnings yet again, the emotionless mask itself seeming to grin, his golden eyes filled with glee. Another several hundred yen, in poker chips went to him. The casino couldn't even detect his methods a little bit. His power to duplicate things was wonderful, letting him cheat casino's with absolutely no evidence that he was doing it.

Yes, the masked gambler was running yet another casino out of business with his much more advanced skills. Even though the casino was underhanded and usually cheated to make sure the customers stood no chance of winning, The Masked Gambler was an unmatched figure of gambling.

"At this rate, you'll be out of business like all the other ones. Jihaha!"

Needless to say, the dealer, who was the ringleader of the casino's wealth was very displeased, and getting edgy. The Masked Gambler's taunts were almost like nails on a chalkboard. As the Masked Gambler raked his winnings into a bag, and stood up, the Dealer would realize that he was entirely out of chips. "I spoke a tad too late hmm? Jihahahahaha!!!" he would laugh.

As he would walk off, a bullet would whiz right past his head. The Masked Gambler's grin went away, and he would pull out a gold coin. "Oy. A mere gun won't do you any good," he spoke. He flicked up the coin, and watched it flip a couple of times before a Cloud Flame ignited on it. The gold coin began to expand rapidly, and flattened out on the table, giving the gun-toting dealer a good smackdown. The Masked Gambler would retrieve his coin, as it shrunk down immediately upon him touching it again.

He would slam the bag of chips on the counter of the Chip Exchange, "I'll take my winnings now."

[Abel Maxwell]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] — "This world will be reborn in my image." ABEL MAXWELL So this was him. The man in black had told Abel of this particular person who excelled at gambling. Abel stroked his chin from across the room and observed the man from afar. Abel watched as game after game left the man in the mask with more chips, which seemed to make him happy. He nodded slowly then chuckled. yes..he will do perfectly.Abel thought while standing up then walking over to the chip exchange and stopping next to the man. "It sees you have exceptional skill with your luck, good sir.He said before exchanging his own chips then taking a few steps away. "If you want to truly see how much you can have, then follow me to the back of the room."Abel said before making his way to the back of the casino then taking a seat and ordering some apple juice. He came to this casino because he heard about a man who kept wanting more and more after each win. This was a man who seemed to be Lady Luck's lover and bad luck's worst enemy. Abel was looking for someone like that in his Famiglia. Someone who let the motivation of their actions be controlled by the desire to have more and more at their finger tips. Abel reached into his pocket then pulled it out. A ring with a white crystal in the middle. If that man was really who he was looking for then his blood will be filled with the same greed that drives him and create a purple crystal. He sat back and waited for the man to follow. TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

[Trace Reveral]

As the Masked Gambler would start receiving his winning from the register, he would watch over the Cashier carefully. A voice irritated the back of his ears though while he was dead focused on the cash. Money made the world go round, and he wasn't just going to lose out because some guy wanted to talk with him for a couple seconds. As the last of the money would hit the inside of his bag, he would turn his attention, to only hear, 'Back of the room.'

The man who was pestering him then walked along with a certain swagger about him, it wasn't that street kind of swagger it was that high-end 'I'm going to fuck up some shit' kind of swagger that made the Masked Gambler's insides tingle. With that kind of stride, the man was clearly speaking of an offer he couldn't refuse. "Oyoy! What's this all about? You trying to hire me to kill somebody 'er something? What's the catch here?" The Masked Gambler questioned deafly, knowing nothing in the world was for free.

Of course he would follow the man to the back of the room, and sit directly across from the man, his golden eyes leering for something suspicious, almost like he was looking for something to con this man out of. That was his normal look though, so he could easily have just been curious about the man's intentions. Looking upon the ring that now presented itself very clearly with a rather opaque white pearl color to it. "What? Are you proposing to me or something? Jihahahaha!!!"