Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150607234519

"'Righto, less get stahted," Ochre slurred, removing his watch and placing it on the table. It was a fine watch, but not terribly sentimental to him; a fitting starting wager.

"Perhaps it would be best if you start us off," Trigo added, placing the dice squarely in Zephrion's hand. "It's been too long since I played craps street-style."

*Somewhere in Beacon Academy, 12:41 AM*

"Call, then raise fifty,"  Azulius Cardamom said coldly, his eyes daring the other students to match his bet. Fortunately for his bluff, no one else was feeling so lucky, and he stole the pot with a grin.

"And that's how it's done, folks.  Who deals next?"

"That's me, mate!" called out a gruff fellow wearing a leather jacket and slouch hat, grabbing the cards to shuffle for the next hand.

Azzie smiled as he counted his chips. It had taken some legwork to set up, but he finally had a proper poker group set up at Beacon. Since he had spent most of the semester's gambling winnings on helping Iris Phlox rob a bank and shut down a gang, he had to get a bankroll back as quickly as he could. He had just finished rearranging when he felt the oddest chill run down his spine.

"You all right, Azzie?" another student asked.

"I'm great, I just got that feeling.  You know, that feeling that, somewhere, something really bad is happening?"