They reconvened at the Diving Sea Snake several minutes later and they were immediately entertained by the God of Gambling himself, who had assumed his god form when he immediately noticed that his guests were no ordinary gamblers.
"Ah... Celestials." Plentimon said, putting his fingertips together and seating himself on his best gambling table. "It has been quite a long time since I played with one. Tell me, gentlemen, what can I do for you today?"
"We come for no other thing but your specialty, great Plentimon." Naar Kalaman said. "We come to give you the pleasure of gambling with us."
"Ah, but of course. Let us hear your stakes and bets then. This should be very interesting indeed!"
Naar Kalaman was first on the betting table, and Knife of the Ocean decided to have a little drink with some of the gambling house's customers. Drifter sat as well to listen in.
"I offer you a simple bet of chance, Plentimon." the Eclipse said, his hand on the table in a business-like fashion. "I stake six months' worth of my dominion's production of Iron-Palm Lambanog for this bet of the first syllable of the name that my friend Knife of the Ocean next kills."
"Oho, quite a good one there." Plentimon said. "I have heard of this luxury drink and have had a taste myself. It was nothing I've experienced by mortal production standards! And your request for this...?"
"That you allow me two weeks' worth of stay in your residence in Yu-Shan with a guest of my choosing." Naar Kalaman said.
"Agreed." Plentimon said, shaking Naar Kalaman's hand. The bet was formalized with the details and Knife of the Ocean suddenly felt something shoot up his behind, making him jolt up in excitement.
"And you, my boy?" Plentimon asked, turning to Drifter. "I have heard of you standing outside my house several days ago, but you did not enter. Perhaps you would like to stake a wager now?"
"Well, I have given much thought over the time, Plentimon, and I say I can wager something now." Drifter said. He had been brooding over that chunk of Soulsteel that their old comrade, Akasha, had left behind, and he was seriously thinking of molding it into an artifact that could further aid him in his artifice production. The initial plan was already drawn in his mind, and it would just need further perfection.
"Let me hear it then!"
"I stake an artifact's design that I am making."
"Good one. And your bet?"
"That I complete its design within two seasons. If I fail, the design is yours once I complete it. If I succeed, you will give me a material which I seek."
"That, and more. I will give you materials to create a higher degree of artifice, with hopes that you would continue gambling it to me if ever you win! How about it?"
"It is agreed."
"Then it shall be so. You must remember that I have ways of knowing whether you are cheating your way into this wager. I know you Celestials being that cheesy with your methods. Let this be a wager of your pure skill alone - no guarantees of winning!"
"I give you my word."
"Then it shall be so."
Plentimon clapped his hands and Drifter felt something shoot up his behind, making him light up in pain. The bets have been placed and now the sands of time turn against him to complete this artifice design. Whether he wins or loses is no big deal, as it would not hurt him much to either win or lose on this bet. It's all in the skill and in good fun. It's just business.
"Ah... Celestials." Plentimon said, putting his fingertips together and seating himself on his best gambling table. "It has been quite a long time since I played with one. Tell me, gentlemen, what can I do for you today?"
"We come for no other thing but your specialty, great Plentimon." Naar Kalaman said. "We come to give you the pleasure of gambling with us."
"Ah, but of course. Let us hear your stakes and bets then. This should be very interesting indeed!"
Naar Kalaman was first on the betting table, and Knife of the Ocean decided to have a little drink with some of the gambling house's customers. Drifter sat as well to listen in.
"I offer you a simple bet of chance, Plentimon." the Eclipse said, his hand on the table in a business-like fashion. "I stake six months' worth of my dominion's production of Iron-Palm Lambanog for this bet of the first syllable of the name that my friend Knife of the Ocean next kills."
"Oho, quite a good one there." Plentimon said. "I have heard of this luxury drink and have had a taste myself. It was nothing I've experienced by mortal production standards! And your request for this...?"
"That you allow me two weeks' worth of stay in your residence in Yu-Shan with a guest of my choosing." Naar Kalaman said.
"Agreed." Plentimon said, shaking Naar Kalaman's hand. The bet was formalized with the details and Knife of the Ocean suddenly felt something shoot up his behind, making him jolt up in excitement.
"And you, my boy?" Plentimon asked, turning to Drifter. "I have heard of you standing outside my house several days ago, but you did not enter. Perhaps you would like to stake a wager now?"
"Well, I have given much thought over the time, Plentimon, and I say I can wager something now." Drifter said. He had been brooding over that chunk of Soulsteel that their old comrade, Akasha, had left behind, and he was seriously thinking of molding it into an artifact that could further aid him in his artifice production. The initial plan was already drawn in his mind, and it would just need further perfection.
"Let me hear it then!"
"I stake an artifact's design that I am making."
"Good one. And your bet?"
"That I complete its design within two seasons. If I fail, the design is yours once I complete it. If I succeed, you will give me a material which I seek."
"That, and more. I will give you materials to create a higher degree of artifice, with hopes that you would continue gambling it to me if ever you win! How about it?"
"It is agreed."
"Then it shall be so. You must remember that I have ways of knowing whether you are cheating your way into this wager. I know you Celestials being that cheesy with your methods. Let this be a wager of your pure skill alone - no guarantees of winning!"
"I give you my word."
"Then it shall be so."
Plentimon clapped his hands and Drifter felt something shoot up his behind, making him light up in pain. The bets have been placed and now the sands of time turn against him to complete this artifice design. Whether he wins or loses is no big deal, as it would not hurt him much to either win or lose on this bet. It's all in the skill and in good fun. It's just business.
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