#shslduelist

[drdescent]

In an amalgamation of validation from hir victories at the gambling machine and suspicion at the prospect of humouring it further, Yamirou inserts three coins into the EDOmachine that dispenses gifts. Ah, the sweet fruits of entirely chance-based victory.

Yamirou has entered 3 EDOcoins into the EDOmachine.

Clipboard

A brand new clipboard with a stack of paper attached and ready to be written on. Good for taking notes!

Toxic Goggles

A pair of cyber goth goggles with the warning symbol for ‘toxic’ emblazoned on the forefront of each eyepiece. They aren’t for seeing through as much as they are for sitting on your head looking cool.

Hope Filters

A pack of cigarettes with a coincidentally ironic brand name. Touted as the most “typical Japanese cigarettes”, this obscure brand is very short, very strong and very old fashioned. Not very popular among avid smokers these days, but maybe certain people make exceptions.

Yamirou's current EDOcoin count is 0.

[drdescent]

EVIDENCE FOUND- CIGAR

Found on the nightclub bar's countertop.

Found by Yuugiri Yamirou.

[drdescent]

With a look of absolute concentration, Yamirou slides one EDOcoin into the machine. This game is new, luck-based, and entirely beyond hir control, but how could sie /not/ win at it?

Yamirou has entered 1 EDOcoin into the EDOmachine.

Love Letter

A crumpled up piece of pink card stock. On closer inspection, there appears to be a lovey-dovey message of some kind sprawled in careful blue ink, signed 'your secret admirer'. Unfortunately, the recipient's name has been torn off the page....

Yamirou’s current EDOcoin count is 0.

[shslduelist]

Ah — a challenger. Or simply a straggler?

There was something about the mien of the boy who now approached that indicated nobility, but Yamirou found hirself hard-pressed to care. All things considered, sie had attended quite enough dinners with people ranked arbitrarily below or above hirself in the lists of Japan’s richest. Perhaps this boy occupied a different national listing, but it was all really the same sort of inanity, wasn’t it? Unless Abel had something useful to say about their now distinctly off situation, all he had to offer was the same useless noise that had been steadily permeating the auditorium well enough without his help.

And alas; all he had wanted to do was introduce himself. Yamirou’s eyes flickered down to the proffered handshake, and after a suitably uncomfortable moment or two, sie decided it was in hir best interests not to humour him. It was only very slightly personal. The armour that clung to hir right arm housed a number of compartments for cards, and on the rare occasion that sie was both offered a handshake and accepted it, sie would be leaving hirself wide open for theft. Better to be safe than sorry when hir only access to hir whole livelihood was contained beneath those thin metal plates. This Abel de Borbón would get over it, sie was sure.

"Hm," Yamirou muttered, doing nothing whatsoever to ease the tension that had risen. As though sie was doing Abel a favour by even replying, sie fixed hir gaze imperiously on the boy and went on. "Well, I’m sure you know who I am. And you’ll excuse me if I don’t particularly care to hear about some schoolboy’s party tricks at a time like this.”

It seemed for a moment like Yamirou might say something more definite about their situation, but instead sie fell silent. Just as sie had little use for whatever braggadocio anyone introducing themselves at a time like this had in store, they didn’t need to know about Yamirou’s legitimate preoccupation with their circumstances. Just that whatever pastime they prided themselves upon would be little match for Oh-Gi-Yu World Champion — but, like the rest, Abel no doubt knew this already.

[shsldestreza]

It took Abel a moment to decide if this person was socially inept, extraordinarily rude, or perhaps a combination of the two -- after a moment of scrutinizing, he came to the conclusion that the latter made the most sense from all the options that had been presented. Whether to feel pity or anger towards this troubled youth was beyond him, and the sword-fighter had to remind himself that they had surely been raised differently, it was simply unfair to hold others to the same standards of etiquette that he did himself. But... Even a common plebeian ought to have been taught better than to behave like that.  

The boy retracted his hand with a quiet snarl of distaste, intending to make it quite clear to the stranger what he though of hir blatant disrespect. If the Abel done that back home, there was no doubt that he would have received a prompt yet gentle smack from his nanny; enough to get the point across, though not enough to really hurt in any sense. Abel considered it, raising his left hand just an inch -- and reconsidered. Perhaps a verbal assault would wound this ingrate more deeply than a palm to the face. 

"Party tricks? Kh... I suppose you would know a thing or two about those, wouldn't you? This ridiculous getup of yours... You look like a circus performer," Abel snorted, taking a small step backwards to gesture at Yamirou's clothing. "Or... Perhaps it's your intention to look like a court jester? Can you do a trick or two for me, pretty please?" Abel asked, using his courtly voice, the one his etiquette instructor had trained him to use in the company of Generals and Ministers.

To call that a stretch would be an understatement, almost laughably so, but it got the job done. He only hoped his sarcasm had made it across the language barrier. The boy snapped out of the joking attitude at a moment's notice, his eyes narrowing. He looked back upon the person who stood before him, feeling his eye twitch at the cavalier expression which the two of them were surely sharing. 

"In all serious, I haven't the slightest clue who you are. And based on your manners and apparent upbringing, I'm not entirely sure I'd like to know."

[johanne-panett]

Favor: Closed Rp

Johanne stood in front of a door in the boy's dorm room, the map said that this was Kashikoi's room. She needed to talk to him, well not really talk she needed to ask for a favor. She didn't know if he would be in his room but it was the first logical place to look. Taking a breath she reached her hand up and knocked on the door.