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â Ohh siblings day? Thatâs nice but how about gambling! â
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Name:Â Shigeru AkagiÂ
Class: Caster [I had to think about it and read his ability and Iâm like âcaster⊠definitely caster]Â
Noble Phantasm: Life RoletteÂ
A gamble of lives, this noble phantasm summons a large wheel of fortune gizmo that starts to spin, Akagi merely has to gamble with his life and it would begin to spin, should he win it would not only humiliate his opponent but kill them at that humiliating position or situation.Â
Heroic Spirit Story:
Son of Ame-no-Uzume-no-mikoto [godess of dawn, mirth and revelry]  and omoikane [ a deity of wisdom or good counsel able to hold many thoughts at once or to combine in one mind the mental powers of many individuals]. Akagi really did not care much for his life, why should he if he had the wisdom of one and witnessed the humiliation of the other. he did not like the fact that he was always looked down upon by the other deities and their decedents that he began to gamble with their lives. the mortals life was nothing for him enjoying watching them suffer and humiliated, but soon he got his demise when he had gambled with his life against Inzami who was infuriated with his behavior that she decided to show him what it meant to play with otherâs lives like this, being the goddess of death she decided to finally play with him and upon winning she decided to spare his life and kill him honorably.Â
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On the border of the premise of the festival cats were gathering. Swarming in relatively large group at that. However if youâd get a little closer youâd notice someone sleeping underneath them.Â
And just as youâd do that heâd raise his head cats sliding off just a bit, surprisingly not scratching him as they did. With that some would also hide behind Akagi or just ran away completely. One would however stubbornly cling to Akagiâs shoulder.
â Oh, hello there! â
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More extra baggage had been dropped on Akagiâs back by no other than himself. A plastic bag containing several goldfish he had scooped from their pool in the name of a game was hanging from his hand.Â
When a familiar face passed him Akagi raised his voice:Â
â Ah owner! âÂ
â Gift for you! â he smiled as usual reaching the goldfish baggage for the other.
ă I CANNOT⊠ARTICULATE⊠WHAT IT IS⊠BUT WHAT IS⊠THIS TIGER PRINT⊠YOU SPEAK OFâŠ? ă
Oh, not good with jokes, huh? Well just got to laugh on her part.
â Joke, joke... Just my shirt. But well, what do you think it might be? Doesnât hurt to get it wrong, yâknow. Small matter, isnât it? â
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â Hey. â
Akagi tapped the nearest passerbyâs shoulder. As she turned to him he nodded on forward gesturing her to turn her attention on the shooting gallery. As she did Akagi would do the same.Â
â Thereâs something thatâs bothering me... You see this man.. â Akagi pointed at the person staying behind the table pretending to mind their own business. Â
â ... heâs telling thereâs nothing wrong about this you see. Do you mind to look just a bit I think we should have an objective look on this.... â
Akagi picked the toygun and after settling it on the favorable position he pulled the trigger. The cork flew right past the vendor nearly touching his cheek towards the upmost can. And no doubt it hit the can - right in the middle but perhaps that was a rather hard to spot.. It flew rather fast after all. The can shook for a moment and yet something seemed off.Â
Akagi straightened his back and turned towards her.Â
â So... â
â What do you think ? â
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Prizes from the vendors were never what Akagiâs goal and yet he was already carrying one. A Fluffy one, that covered him from the sight. Although it wasnât particularly heavy to hoist it was starting to become a bit of a bother...
â Ah... you over there. âÂ
â Reach your hands... Yes, just like that. â
And there in the middle of a crowd a giant teddy bear exchanged the owner. Akagi had already turned around to leave but....
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Rather high on the lopsided trunk of an old wisteria tree Akagi had made himself a momentary doss. With a cigarette on his mouth he had been staring through the branches for a while now not turning his attention until a sound from below reached his ears.
â Hmm? âÂ
With a slow pull he leaned to get a better sight of the man that had spoken.Â
â Didnât quite catch that, care to repe-- oh! â
â ....ah, I canât quite see it from here but is youâve got some sort of drink over there donât you? â
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Itâs just natural gas...!
Ah, right, Neku had also said once that he couldnât understand Samejima when he wore that mask, right? He decided to take it off, to ease communication.
âYeah, I get that farting is natural, but no need to interrupt everyoneâs fun like that, you know? Thatâs what bathrooms are for!â Samejima pointed to said door. Taking his mask off was already showing its side effects, as he blocked his nostrils with his fingers.
â Well, Iâm allowed to have a little fun too, arenât I ? â
Disinterest flat on his face he leaned back, nearly lying down on the soft fabric of his seat. Hand reaching to his pocket he grasped a cigarette.Â
â It was just one anyway, no one dies from that. Â â
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Well, maybe that wasnât much of a surprise. The grass ought to give it a little wrong sort of taste anyway⊠Not that Akagi exactly knew. Didnât care to try either. Maybe the small one had still childish palate. He did seem young still, in behaviour at least.
â Iâll pass, Iâll pass.. Not fond of grassy flavours. â
â But in that case you can just eat the dangos, thereâs still plenty left after all⊠â
He gave a light, lazy waves towards the sweets that he hardly had touched himself.
 âIâll pass, Iâll pass,â Issun mocked, attempting to deepen his voice with a wrinkle to his nose. A rude snort would reward the older male, and the artist would follow the distasteful noise with a toss of the plantâs stem. In his own form of fidgeting, the Poncle hopped off of the sakazuki and released some contained energy.  This conversation was beginning to lose his interest. The point was to take a break from eulogies, even yetâŠIssun was undecided. âHey, old man. I wanna play a game. Letâs play a game. Iâll start, okay? No cheating, or Iâll hang ya over the coals!â  Sucking in a deep breath, Issun continued, âI spy with my little eyeâŠ.â
 A very little eye. One could wonder how the Poncle assumed one could cheat in such a leisurely game.
â Oh...? â
Akagiâs eyes lit up if only a little bit shoving the mocking aside without a second thought. It was something he was always ready for more or less. Deathmatch or not just suggesting a game would have his attention. Although given the lack of pressure it seemed no more than mild curiosity from his side.
The corner of his mouth tugged upwards.Â
â ...dango? â he said raising his eyebrows - it was partially a joke, partially actual guess. He sort of hoped his company hadnât picked something so awfully obvious. Waiting for an answer his eyebrows lowered.
â ...you wouldnât actually pick that would you? â
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Ah, now this was certainly enjoyable, just as it had been advertised. November sat in the steaming water, a dry towel left across his head and a smile on his face. How strange, to be both in his element, yet out of it at the same time. Nobody would be staying frozen here for very long, but then again the point was to relax, not think about all the ways to murder anyone who might join him. Well, he could relax and do that do. November carefully crossed is legs, blinking attentively at the sound of the changing room doors opening to the pool. So word had got around, but this was still a hardly popular destination if it was only going to be him and one other.
âOh, do I have company? Well come on out then, weâre all adults here I should hope.â
â In a moment.... â
Seems like this visit came with company. He didnât follow the call immediately but instead grabbed a drink with him before heading to meet this person. A young one that carried rather distinct atmosphere, cold, professional of some sort... Surrounded by cold air. Leaving his towel on the edge of he allowed the water to surround himself, barely reaching his chest. Leaning neck on the side he gave few circular stretches for his shoulders while his hand leant over the trace of his old scar for a second.
â Works wonders for the joints... This sort of  thing. â
â  Canât say I expected company though. What manner of person are you? â