Hellfire Club: The Mission [CLOSED]

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WHO: Nightcrawler and those selected for the mission.
WHAT: The Hellfire Club infiltration mission
WHERE: Manhattan
WHEN: Late evening
WARNING(S): Could get violent.

Team One was already on the ground, infiltrating the party. The rest waited in silence aboard the Blackbird, hovering in complete stealth mode high above the island. Back at the Institute, Professor X closely monitored the communications of the team, ready to give the signal when ready...

It was go time.

[[ OKAY HERE'S HOW IT'S GOING TO GO.

Top levels will be going up for each mission phase. Each phase will, OOCly, go on simultaneously so no one has to wait for another team to complete their task. Players have freedom to play as they like, but the mod characters in each team (Feliks, Shindou, Reimu) will most likely lead the action in the direction it's intended to go. The mod account will pop in for NPCing every now and again.

Have fun! ]]

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[niepokonany]

Feliks blinked up at him attentively throughout the explanation, nodding now and then and trying not to nod off from boredom. It seemed like an unfortunate arrangement, really -- not as straightforward as slots, and without the intrigue of poker.

But easier for his power to affect the outcome of without arousing suspicion than either.

"Oh -- oh, wow, you want me to pick? Gosh... All right, let's try 'Pass'!"

[the_black_king]

"You heard the lady," the gambler said with a grin. He shook the dice around a bit, cupped both in one hand, and closed his eyes to gather focus for a moment, then tossed them to the table, making sure to bounce them off the back wall.

[niepokonany]

He watched the dice roll with rapt attention -- a three and a five. Eight, then.

Casting the man a look of breathless anticipation, he let his hand brush against the side of his a bit.

"So, like, that means you have to roll again, right?"

[the_black_king]

He glanced down at Feliks's hand, cheeks coloring slightly.

"That's right. We want to get another eight before we get a seven..." Well, it wasn't the hardest target. There were a lot of ways to roll an eight. He took the dice again, shook them up, and rolled them towards the opposite side of the table again.

[niepokonany]

A two, and a one. Feliks made a show of pouting a little.

"So if it's not a seven or an eight... what, you just like, keep rolling until it is?"

That, he imagined, would make getting a three or something pretty anticlimactic. He decided to do something about it, next round.

[the_black_king]

"That's about the size of it," he confirmed, with an apologetic little grin. He'd already lost pretty badly tonight, and to lose again, in front of a pretty girl? Well, he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Taking the dice as the dealer handed them to him, he cupped them in his palm and pressed a kiss to the surface of them.

"For luck," he explained, his grin growing even more sheepish.

[niepokonany]

Well, there was a golden opportunity.

Feliks reached out gently and took hold of his wrist, drawing the hand over to himself. He bowed his head to the other man's palm and kissed the dice, leaving a faint hint of lipstick on the surface.

"Since you're showing me the ropes, I should help, too, right?" he asked, flashing a little smile up at the man as he pulled back.

[the_black_king]

There was a little lipstick left on his palm, too, and on noticing it, the gambler blushed up to his ears. Once more, he gave the dice a shake and a hard toss.

[niepokonany]

A six, he visualized, as clearly as he could, projecting it out on the world, and a two.

The dice ricocheted off the table and off the back wall, then came to rest on the table: a six and a two.

Feliks bounced up and down in a way that ought to have been precarious in the heels he was wearing, but wasn't in particular, after all the times he'd worn them.

"Is that an eight? God, look at that! You won!"

Swept away in mock excitement, he wrapped himself around the older man's arm, eyes glimmering. "You must be really good at this -- you made it look so easy!"

[the_black_king]

The man blinked at the dice for a moment, then began to laugh, too, as Feliks draped onto his arm.

"Well, it's -- it's really not that complicated, once you get the hang of it..."

He coughed, still a little flustered, and gathered up enough courage to put an arm around the blond's waist.

"Anyway, you did help me out, Lady Luck. Did you want to give it a try for yourself?"

[niepokonany]

Feliks giggled, a little shy, but not objecting to the arm around him. Well, objecting, but not on the outside.

"Gosh, I didn't tell you my name or anything, did I? It's Anna."

He smiled, still with that hint of shyness, tucking his hair behind his ear and keeping the other arm on the stranger's.

"I didn't get yours, either... But, ok! I'll try it!" A small win, he decided, then a moderate loss, then a bigger win. He could split it with the guy, and donate the rest to the soup kitchen, since he couldn't go there himself.

[the_black_king]

"Paolo," he said, sounding rather chastened about his manners as well. "I'm so sorry, I should have said earlier..."

He ran a hand through his own hair, with a nervous little laugh, not quite able to stop smiling when he realized his new companion wasn't moving away.

"Well... First, you'll need to put some money down for your bet. Then, when he offers you the bowl, you take out two dice and... well, it's just like I showed you, right?"

[niepokonany]

"Okay," Feliks agreed, reaching into his pretty little clutch purse and pulling out a couple of large bills to lay on the table. The dealer offered him the dice, and he poked through them, releasing his control of the two that had been used before while his hand was covering them up.

"This one, annnnnnd... this one! I'm gonna bet on 'pass' again, that seems easier to remember."

He paused, then kissed each die again, holding them up in offering to the other man.

[the_black_king]

...How adorable was that? He laughed again, closing Feliks's hand with the dice in it and turning it over to press a kiss to the back of it. He held it for a moment, then turned it over to kiss the dice as well.

[niepokonany]

He blushed brightly for a moment, then shook his head as if to clear it and tossed them across the table: Six, four. Feliks pouted a little, leaning against the man.

"Eleven would have won, right? Ok,so now I just have to get a ten again..."

Again and again, he rolled. Two, three. Five, six. Snake eyes.

Five, five.

Feliks squealed excitedly, wrapping the other man in a tight hug. "I did it! I did it~"

[the_black_king]

It was difficult not to get caught up in Feliks's excitement, real or feigned. The gambler laughed, and maybe let that hug linger a moment or two, enjoying the scent of the blond's perfume and the lightness of his laughter.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of it!"

[niepokonany]

"I am!" he declared, with an overwhelmed little giggle, backing only most of the way out of the man's personal space.

"You're a really good teacher."

[the_black_king]

Again, a little flush of pink rose up to the man's cheeks.

"Well, I, uh, I try. Helps to have a good student, right?"

[niepokonany]

"I'm not usually that good a student," Feliks joked, swaying his hips in a pleased with himself sort of lazy half-wriggly.

"...I wanna try it again! Will you watch for me, Paolo?" He touched his arm gently, for good measure. It never seemed to hurt, to make guys feel paid attention to.