The Spanish Empire was flourishing as conquests had been made in the New World, taking down the Aztec, Maya and Inca civilizations that caused the an extreme economic boom. While something dark felt as though it was brewing within the lands of Europe, Casper was doing his best to find his niche within each town or city visited. The Empire was being established, previously the Kingdom of Castle, and held the most amount of interest to the original. He met with lavish individuals, made new friends in theater, and never turned down an invitation to a party. He hardly told a sole about his true origins and the topic of being natively from France was only occasionally a sore subject, although that was hard to hide from. Not all cared about the Franco-Spain wars until the Bordeaux would starting winning in his gambling bets and slurs would ooze from their lips. Sly smiles were all that they would be met with and maybe a couple sarcastic comments, but Casper always knew he was his own arsenal. More often than not, they would take their losses and move on. Casper sometimes tossing them a few as ‘thanks for the good game’, hoping the other wouldn’t find it as an insult.
Low and behold, the original found himself amongst party-goers who believed that God made wine for consumption in moderation. It seemed to be fairly traditional for Spaniards and Casper easily accepted it. “Another round*,” the original waved his hand into air in a circle before his emerald eyes looked back down at his cards. His face held an almost worried expression, jostling the small stack of coins in front of him before finally making a decision. He tossed one and took another, knocking lightly on the table to inform his opponent he had reached gin. “Looks as though my luck is changing*,” his words were almost too knowing and the stack of bet coins was at its largest, clearly having played a perfect hand. The man’s face suddenly became flushed, eyebrows turning inward with a scowl before the shouts began, “Tramposo!**”
So far, all Gideon had seen was where Casper brought him. He learned customs, languages and cultures from every country and especially learned more about his species, about how the world was actually put together. The Spanish Empire brought him back home, having victories and conquering countries like his people once did. He didn’t really have the time to get to know the community and everything around him, as he mostly accompanied Casper during his card games. He never really saw the appeal to them, or to gambling money, and so he only accompanied him to make sure he didn’t get himself into trouble.
Trouble didn’t seem to be headed far when Casper, of what he assumed, had won another round. The smugness in his voice was easily noticed. Now, Gideon hadn’t yet been able to learn the Spanish language, and what the man shouted was beyond is knowledge, but he didn’t appreciate the fact that he was shouting, and the tone of his voice. He instinctively went forwards, glaring at the Spaniard as he stood next to Casper. He’d sworn not to do harm, but if he had to knock a few heads to make sure Casper remained unharmed, so be it. Even if he might be one of the most powerful people on this earth.
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