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Post by Kojima Keiko on Sept 8, 2017 1:29:49 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ If there was any, anybody that liked the color pink, it was Keiko. Though this was bordering on tacky and gaudy, various shades of white, purple, and pink were splashed about with tables, curtains, and wallpaper. There were almost too many doilies. The smell of various flavors of sweetness layered over her, making it harder and harder to breath. How could something so pastel be so terrifying? Something that had been rare for her was that she was out of the wheelchair, the staff had been so nice about it too. The listened to her when she said she'd seat herself and stowed her wheels nearby. The chair she had been directed to was this...elaborate throne of carved wood with plush, purple velvet cushions. It was the most comfortable thing she'd ever sat in and she had a luxurious computer chair back in her dorm room. It seemed to be used for special guests, maybe a special package. That was very likely, actually; it wasn't as if she just came here because she liked maid cafés, thought they were very cute. It was a recommendation that landed in his email just the other day. More than a recommendation actually, Ozumu had asked her to look into it. It was dusk and public and with things heating up like they were, field agents were few and far between. It was unassuming enough for her to come. She was dressed for the occasion in a baby pink one piece that sat of the shoulders, with rings of frill down the entirety. She sat in such a lavish chair in an immensely sacarine setting. If any of the staff called her 'Princess', she'd- A very neat piece of stationary was laid by the cream soda she had ordered earlier. "Enjoy your stay, Princess. -Ozumu" A bright beacon of red, of embarrassment and anger, broke the cohesion of the room. Deck:
Pebble Storm
Feather Gust
Protect Driver
Blink
Drill Shell A
Harpoon Torpedo
Replenish
Board Reset
Meta Cocoon
Overdrive
Shinai W
Poison Apple
Nova Flame
Thor's Hammer | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"]  [attr="class","burstmini"]000 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: |
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 8, 2017 14:40:28 GMT
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rosaline had been selected to cater to this particular customer's needs. the stranger had been seated in her section - the young worker told to ensure that she remain comfortable during her brief stay here. the tamer rarely dealt with female customers, and she honestly hadn't expected to encounter an individual whom had bathed themselves in pink fabrics. aesthetically, this unnamed someone matched the comfy confines of the cafe very well, appearing to play the role of an innocent princess. it was likely that this was not her intent, but rosaline couldn't help but think this the very moment her dull gaze had settled upon the petite figure.
"hello," she greeted.
the young woman added no amount of cheer to her voice. no, everything about her was purposefully neutral - and her bosses preferred it this way. apparently, a considerable few had found her lack of bounciness and straightforward behavior to be rather refreshing.
"i will be your servant for the remainder of your stay here," she began. "take care of me, yes?"
the slightest smile showed. oddly enough, it did not appear forced.
"we have a few specials available, actually. here is our selection for today, young miss."
a menu would be surrendered, placed before the young woman so that she could examine its contents.
"now, would you like anything to drink or would you like a moment to decide?"
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Post by Samara Boseki on Sept 8, 2017 22:02:15 GMT
As she swung open the doors rather rudely and proudly, most of the maids and attendants at the café would look that direction, only to give looks of horror and disgust. The lady in black, Samara Boseki, was a frequent customer - and a notoriously terrible and picky one, too. Unfortunately for the café, there was little that could be done, as Nightmare had a special little hold over the place.
"No greeting? Why do I even come to this place?" The drill haired goth spoke dramatically as soon as she came in, not even giving anybody proper time to formulate a greeting. To tell the truth, she simply enjoyed giving the people hell here, knowing that she couldn't be kicked out or mistreated. "I wish to see my favorite servant! At once! The little purple one." Her crimson eyes scanned the restaurant, looking for the one she had desired.
Finally she had found it - and it was serving somebody else. Somebody dressed in bright pinks and set up like some sort of royalty. For whatever reason it was, this strongly irked the pale girl, causing her to walk up to this table and address both situated there. "Who do you think you are! And Rosaline! Why aren't you serving me?!"
(improb shitpost)
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Post by Kojima Keiko on Sept 8, 2017 23:15:52 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ The red seeped from Keiko's cheeks as soon as that statuesque vision approached. Eyes and lips flat and neutral; she seemed to turn all around her to painted stone, stripping the saturation from the color itself. In fact, she was almost convinced of this as she watched her move. It was like she wasn't even here, she clashed so much with this cheerful atmosphere yet it was like a brisk breeze of mint to cleanse her of the near-obnoxious setting. She'd been won over immediately after hearing the word servant, which to anyone else may be something new. To her though, it was very familiar and it made her smile warm, playfully pushing against Rosaline's own aura. A perfect white and grey. "I will try not to be too difficult," she mused, voice even and clear. The smile from her new maid did enough to have her break the stare and take the menu to ponder. She was asked for her order. "Well, I think-" WHAM! went the door against the wall as in stepped the last shade in this trio. Keiko didn't know where to start as she peered over her menu at this construction-grade oil rig in Gothic trappings: the postulating with Shakespearean bravado or the fucking drills on her head. There was no way that it was real hair, at least not the lolita's own natural hair. If Keiko was anything it would be a cloth doll, with simple yet colorful dresses and a rag-doll lower half. The comparisons to this maid at her table to a statue had been made. This...this character was like a puppet. Kinda trying to hard and a bit more than a little creepy. She started yelling for the maid, then in fierce motion was upon them, asking for explanations and justification that seemed unbecoming for one dressed like the staff. Keiko slapped herself mentally for that one as she put the menu down, maybe she was being too mean. "Well, my name is Keiko. As to the latter, you just arrived but you're welcome to have the other seat. And Rosaline, be a darling and bring a Fountain and Fruits: dark chocolate with strawberry and banana." Keiko was used to being in this sort of position with some say in everyone's actions but here it felt more like a roleplay. She might've been having a little hint of fun. Deck:
Hyper Wing
Giga Blaster
Protect Driver
Blink
Drill Shell A
Harpoon Torpedo
Replenish
Board Reset
Meta Cocoon
Overdrive
Shinai W
Poison Apple
Nova Flame
Thor's Hammer | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]000 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: |
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 9, 2017 1:30:10 GMT
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rosaline released a quiet little sigh, surrendering herself to fate the very moment that samara had decided to enter the nightmare-affiliated establishment. the comely woman's voice echoed loudly and proudly within its confines, the gothic female clearly unabashed by the spectacle she had just created.
"..."
the worker would shift her focus, sliding her gaze from the customer so to properly take in the familiar sight of boseki. she felt herself grow more attentive as she was called upon by name, familiar with how to properly behave and address the younger woman. her mouth would open to speak, her expression only slightly pinched as she did so. but it appeared as though the pink princess had made the decision to speak for herself, her voice laced with a gentle sureness.
"as you wish, young miss."
rosaline would bow as she acknowledged the order, only slightly relieved by the intervention. still, it wouldn't do to simply ignore samara. so, she would approach the young woman with a submissive air about her, gesturing toward the seat that kojima had offered.
"you may accept the young miss's invitation if you like," the maid said. "or i can have you seated elsewhere, miss boseki. i will be catering to your needs, either way."
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Post by Samara Boseki on Sept 9, 2017 13:29:55 GMT
Samara stared at the seat across from the 'princess' fairly blankly, as if the offer from both her favored servant and this candy pink newcomer caused something in her brain to shut down. Always, always, and always had she sat alone, never had to share any such attention with a piece of cotton candy such as this.
"I suppose it will do. Bring me the regular." Surprisingly, she was calm and collected, and wasn't even extra picky about her order as usual. It was actually a fairly simple one, though just a bit strange. An assortment of black and orange macaroons, which were honestly the two most disgusting flavors (black liqorce and tangelo) that didn't blend well at all. But hey, it did look nice and interesting, and no sweet was truly bad to the gothic girl. Sweets, candy, they were the greatest of sins.
"You said your name was Keiko, right? Cute name. Reminds of flowers." The compliment was said in a rather unpleasant tone, which would soon make sense. "I don't like flowers." The drill haired girl smiled at her insult, feeling a bit proud of herself.
"My name is Samara. Like the ghost." She explained, and yes, it was her real name - her parents were big on horror, too, her father even producing a few of his own b list films. "What brings a lady like yourself to this side of town? There's all sorts of nightmares lurking in the dark." The goth alluded, referring to the overwhelming Nightmare presence in the air. A wheelchair? All pink? No way this one was even with those Buster pansies.
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Post by Kojima Keiko on Sept 9, 2017 18:05:46 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ She had not expected the marionette to take the offered seat. She was half-expecting more posturing, but instead she ordered her 'regular'. Lord only knows what it was, but she was sure it would either be unsettling or overbearing, at the very least. The way the girl sat rubbed Keiko entirely the wrong way. She'd been used to being looked down at; it came with the territory of always sitting, but even sharing eye level this Black Dahlia tried to make Keiko feel small. It wasn't working, but she was getting there. She chuckled at the girl's disdain for flowers. In the first few moments of their meeting, she couldn't really tell if this was a joke or not. It was too odd, too grandiose. "I share the sentiment. Flowers have their purpose, but I also think they're too...what's the word...elaborate." She had enough complexity in her life, already too much to take care of. They need constant attention, play havoc with their pollen, and what do they do? Just sit there and look pretty. "It's a fitting name, you do have a porcelain quality to your face." Keiko's had been fitting. It was written with the kanji for 'blessed child'. The word nightmare sent a smile to greet Keiko and Samara that had not been there before. So this was what Ozumu wanted? She took a sip from her pink cream soda and used the note as a coaster, her arm laying there with it. "This didn't strike me as an awful area. A friend of mine asked if I had been here and set me up with this...extravagant package to test the waters. I'm still a bit confused, it's not even my birthday." She chuckled a bit, high in her throat instead of her slow chest laughing she was in the habit of. Her hand covered her mouth as she did so, just so that the widening of that smile wasn't revealed. Maybe it was nerves. She collected herself and brought her lips back down. "So why do you like it here? Is it Rosaline? I admit, she's very pretty."Deck:
Hyper Wing
Giga Blaster
Protect Driver
Blink
Drill Shell A
Harpoon Torpedo
Replenish
Board Reset
Meta Cocoon
Overdrive
Shinai W
Poison Apple
Nova Flame
Thor's Hammer | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]000 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: |
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 9, 2017 18:38:18 GMT
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"i shall arrive with your orders with haste," the young woman responded.
she dipped her head once more before making a swift exit, heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floors. the worker would capture snippets of their conversation, their voices growing increasingly faded with each step she took away from their shared table. eventually, she would enter the kitchens, a look of relief forming as she absently ran a hand over her face.
"..."
rosaline hadn't expected samara's compliance, in all honesty. she was one of the only workers present here whom had found the younger woman to be oddly appealing, despite her behavior. the sickly female was rarely effected by those familiar bouts, rudely-structured criticisms, and that unsavory demeanor of hers.
no, she actually found it quite charming.
she would request the items before excusing herself to the bathroom for a short while. there rosaline would take a small dosage of medicine in the form of a little white pill, clean herself up a bit more, and hope desperately that the day ended on a pleasant note.
'the 'pink princess' shouldn't be terribly hard to manage - and i know samara - i've worked with her before.'
her hopes were high, and would remain that way as she returned to the kitchens. each order had been completed swiftly and with care, the combined scent of chocolate, fruit, and hand-made sweets dizzying her somewhat. each order was placed upon separate platters before gently being deposited onto a cart and rolled out into the dining area. rosaline would notice them speaking with one another, and would interrupt them gently with the food they had requested.
"here you are, young miss. and for you, miss boseki."
she placed their items before them, another characteristically slight smile having formed as the woman addressed them both.
"is there anything else you would like?" [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Samara Boseki on Sept 9, 2017 21:42:08 GMT
Hmph - what did she like about this place? Honestly really little, other than her attraction to sweets. It wasn't her type of atmosphere, too bright, too pink, too girly, and it wasn't even open all night. Most of the servants here honestly made her skin crawl, with their politeness and readiness to help. Perhaps the only thing she liked about this place was making them miserable, watching the little light left in their eyes blow out, making them completely hate their job, and knowing they cursed her out in their heads - but couldn't say anything. It was truly delightful.
Was it Rosaline? Interesting prompt, but definitely not true. This young lady simply fun to play with, a sick little lady in the same gang as her, as an added bonus. The light from her eyes was most definitely already gone. Why? Maybe her illness, or maybe because she had to deal with her. Maybe she was simply the favored servant because Samara knew that deep, deep, deep down within that little frail heart existed a sliver of nastiness. She had to of fallen in with Nightmare for a reason, after all.
"I just like the sweets, I suppose." The goth tamer lied to the 'princess' without even looking away from her. It was an easy thing for her to do - a common thing, after all. Lie, cheat, and get what you want, that was simply life. She twirled a bit of her midnight hair, looking off in the distance. It wasn't long until their 'food' had arrived, brought on a silver platter with such kindness that could be expected out of the café.
With her bare fingers, she reached for a black macaroon, playing with a bit before taking a bite out of it. "So you just wandered into the area, because your friend set you up? Gotta wonder what kind of person this is, anyway." Mocking somebody else's friend wasn't exactly polite, but nor did she care. "Rosaline, you forgot the tea, you know." She casually spoke, much late to the waitress's question. "And do come back quickly, I have another favor of you to ask." Her crimson eyes fell back upon Keiko, in a rather serious manner.
"I have to ask - are you a fan of Digi-Modify?"
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Post by Kojima Keiko on Sept 10, 2017 2:47:37 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Just the sweets. Keiko pondered that one for a while. Not because it was a convincing lie, far from it, but to surmise what she actually felt. Her eyes went to examining the staff and setting; this didn't seem to be anywhere near Nightmare's scene. Then again, maybe the porcelain girl had meant only herself. She did come here regularly. The clicking of plates on a cart had entered her surface thoughts, but it was the deep, thick smell of dark chocolate that took her by the throat and brought her out of her musings. Her stomach would rumble oh so low as she saw this tall, slender fountain cascading waterfalls of that sweet melted ambrosia. Next to it were macaroons dyed in the colors of Halloween; my, she was awfully committed to that costume. Beside that was a sizable plate of whole, plump strawberries and sliced, pristine banana. The steely towers that were fondue forks rose from the moat at the fountain's bottom. There was a flash of red across Keiko's lips. She loved dark chocolate; it had a a wonderful balance of sweetness and depth that semi-sweet just didn't have. She hadn't planned to buy something this extravagant, then again she wasn't buying it. She found this under the 'Lord on the Throne' heading of the menu, included in the package. She pushed the plate of fruit between them, Samara could help herself, then tapped a fork on the edge of the fountain to knock away the excess before lightly skewering a banana slice. She saw Samara's face in that slice, pale, slightly jaundiced, as she insulted Keiko's boss. Then she bathed the piece in chocolate and the smell brought her back to center. "Well done on your promptness, Rosaline," she then took the slice whole and in only a few chews and a rinse of cream soda it was gone. Every movement meticulous, well executed, and thorough. "He's the type I trust. Who knows my weakness all too well." She was lazily swirling a strawberry in the mix, serenity and peace swirling around her, when the topic switched to children's card games. "Who isn't nowadays? Even in the hospital I couldn't escape learning it." Her other hand raised a finger to add to Samara's other order. "And a glass of milk, dear."Deck:
Hyper Wing
Giga Blaster
Protect Driver
Blink
Drill Shell A
Harpoon Torpedo
Replenish
Board Reset
Meta Cocoon
Overdrive
Shinai W
Poison Apple
Nova Flame
Thor's Hammer | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]000 words [attr="class","burstmini"]notes: |
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 10, 2017 12:56:50 GMT
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the lightest dusting of pink revealed the warmth presently radiating from rosaline's cheeks as samara declared her tea missing. she offered an apologetically deep bow before speaking.
"i will retrieve your tea, miss boseki. and i will have your choice of beverage as well, young miss."
she would hurriedly take her leave, both herself and the cart returning to the kitchen's somewhat busied interior. rosaline would go about preparing the drinks herself, starting with the tea and ending with the simplistic chore of pouring cold and fresh milk into a glass. somewhat shaky hands delivered each request to the cart; the young worker's mind wandering as she preformed these little tasks. she could not help but wonder about what the subject of their conversation was - but she quickly realized it would be unwise to pry into miss boseki's business.
"here you are. i apologize for the wait," she said, having returned to serve them their drinks.
rosaline was curious to know what this 'favor' was, and felt a touch nervous because of it. the two female customers appeared to be enjoying their respective meals, at least - which set her mind at ease. satisfying the pair with good service was what she desired for today, after all.
'and going home - i'm looking forward to that, as well.'
"i will be present for the remainder of your meal unless you desire privacy," she explained, though it was more-so directed to the pink princess due to her unfamiliarity with the establishment. "i am here to serve and ensure your stay here is pleasant."
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Post by Samara Boseki on Sept 10, 2017 19:44:36 GMT
The goth pulled forth a pen as the wheelchair-bound girl was speaking about her friend, something she honestly did not have too much interest in. She took a napkin, and began to write upon it, careful to not let the white queen see. It was a simple set of instructions, one that would assist her in the game she had wished to play. Before she knew it, her tea had arrived.
"Thank you for correcting your sloppy mistake, Rosaline." The drill-haired girl leaned forward, resting her chin upon her hands in a delicate manner. "So you do know it. I must ask - would you like to play a game?" Samara spoke creepily, and in a far more interested way than before. Tricks and treats, it was all that mattered in the world, and the only things she held dear. The pale girl pulled forth a deck of cards, placing them upon the table.
"And why not a little gambit? I think that would be a real bone chiller." Bad puns, too, seemed to be a staple of the gothic girl's life. "If you win, I'll stop bothering this café forever. If I win, however, I'm going to get exactly what I want." Samara would then look back to Rosaline, as if she were expecting something from her. Surely, she hadn't forgotten the favor. "The only catch is that I won't be dueling you - Rosaline will be."
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Post by Kojima Keiko on Sept 11, 2017 17:44:14 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Keiko just sat there. She sat, nibbling on a strawberry, and resting her chin on the finger of her free hand. She gave no hint of her thoughts to this woman as she supposed this and that, threw out a nebulous wager, and just sat there looking creepy and smug. The next bite on her berry would be a snap, a single chew, then it disappeared down her throat. She set aside the fork and half eaten fruit then leaned over the right side of her throne. There sat that backpack, full of all kinds of fun things. She never left home without it. She unzipped it just enough to fit her hand. There, in the little spotlight it made, was her pink velvet deck bag, held up by the tiniest bit of brass. She lifted it up and onto the table. But that wasn't all that was produced. There, held by the clasp by a sheer ribbon, was the red-gold digivice. She secured the ribbon fast around her neck, slightly opened the top of her dress, then dropped the device down her clothes. Her next words were even, but there just at the end of her sentences, was a bit of poison. "You must get better at placing your assumptions. What you do in your free time is frankly none of my business; I'm not a part of the Busters. If you want these," Her finger tapped her deck bag then picked it up, drifting the hand over the lump on her heart, "or this, then that's absolutely out of the question. As if the discomfort of others even comes close to their value."She loosened the drawstring as she sat up, dropping the cards into her hand and resting the bag on her lap. She shuffled, on and on, eyes focused on the cards as they moved. Watching how easily they meshed. She brought her eyes back up to Samara and there was a depth to them that was like looking into a storm drain to nowhere. She had no smile to give. She was a bit offended. She had tried being civil, but the passive aggressiveness of this marionette was aggravating. But she was still having a modicum of fun. "By all means however, I'd be willing to play a game." She looked to the door. "Forgive if we are interrupted for any reason."Deck:
Hyper Wing
Giga Blaster
Protect Driver
Blink
Drill Shell A
Harpoon Torpedo
Replenish
Board Reset
Meta Cocoon
Overdrive
Shinai W
Poison Apple
Nova Flame
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NIGHTMARE
RANK 2
Tsukaimon
SPIRIT
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Post by Rosaline Corzett on Sept 12, 2017 2:39:57 GMT
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"i..."
the young waitress was incapable of forming a response for several short moments, gaze darting about as she struggled to hastily put together an intelligible reply.
"sama - miss boseki," she corrected, visibly weary. "i don't think that would be very appropriate. i'm here to work not - not..."
the appearance of the pink princess's digivice served as a surprise; an unwelcome one. suddenly the air had grown heavy, the implications of its appearance very clear. this, coupled by the casual mention of a legitimate faction caused rosaline to release a quiet little gasp. her form grew rigid and she would purse her lips, revealing her own uncertainty of how to smoothly incorporate herself into this conversation. she would peer at each customer's deck, each individual card containing a potent power that could potentially augment a digimon's strength.
it appeared as though this situation had grown serious in nature.
'how unfortunate,' she thought. 'and i had hoped this day would be... simple.'
"i don't wish to play," rosaline said, hesitant. "but i will - with my own deck."
her cards were likely lackluster in comparison, but she was at least familiar with her pitiful little assortment.
"i'll need to grab another chair - excuse me for a moment."
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DARK TAMER
RANK 1
GRAVEMON
SPIRIT
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Post by Samara Boseki on Sept 15, 2017 13:40:27 GMT
At last, it had been drawn out. This delicate little thing was in fact a Tamer, just like herself. And to make things more interesting, she was in a faction. It wasn't Nightmare, that's for sure, and it wasn't the Busters, just as said. That left only two, the two most secretive, suspicious, and shady groups. What a pleasant little surprise.
"I have no interest in your cardboard collection." It was quite true, there was likely nothing this girl had that Samara wanted, as far as cards went. She had mostly everything she could've wanted, outside of a few limited edition cards from the Halloween season set. A shame, really, that she would have to wait another two months for that. "If Rosaline wins, then you will tell me exactly which gang you are a part of."
The cafe would fall mildly silent at this, as the gothic girl finally had a bit of a serious, grim tone to her voice. She knew exactly that both the Web Troopers and the Family wouldn't dare reveal who they were in public - it was against their code, and presumably, quite disgraceful to them. Humiliation, fear, disgrace, these were all things that truly made one feel more alive.
Her fellow Nightmare groupie seemed to agree to her terms, as long as she would use her own deck. Quite a shame, as she had planned a perfect strategy with her own cards to defeat this second rate duelist. No matter. "If you so wish. I suggest you at least take this card for the match, however." The horror fanatic would slip Rosaline one card before she left go retrieve a chair. Whenever or not she used it, was entirely up to her. If she were to look at it, she would find it to be the rather rare Bakemon S card - one that could help in almost any situation.
Samara folded her hands, leaning forward and resting her chin upon them, "I suppose we wait until our patron's return."
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