Block VI - Poker Face, Poker Flush, Poker Fist. [Video]
[The first thing that is evident when the video feed turns on is that Minato looks deep in thought, concentrating on something. The guide is on the table next to him, so while it's showing his face, what he's looking at is a mystery. But then, voices.]
Check.
I bet.
...Nope. Fold.
[And now Minato:] Call. [He pushes something forward. It's evident now that the boy is playing some form of poker.]
Screw this. All in.
What? No. No way, man. Not cool. Folding. I'm outta this one.
...I'll call it. [As Minato pushes more stuff, presumably chips, to the center of the table, a gasp or two could be heard.]
Ha! Little human thinks he can beat me! A straight! You can go cry now, boy!
[Minato, not letting his expression slip, reveals his cards.] Flush.
[A moment of silence. Minato starts to reach out to take his prize, but then a loud pound is heard, accompanied by the rattling of chips. He quickly recoils, looking the slightest bit surprised.]
No! I'm not lettin' some scrawny-ass refugee human knock me out of a game! I'm going to knock you out instead!
[It's at this point that Minato dives out of his chair, and for good reason. A large, burlesque, four-armed orange alien dives at where he was a moment ago in a shower of hips and cards. It gets up and goes offscreen after picking itself up.]
[One of the other aliens apparently notices the fact that Minato's guide is recording at the moment, as it suddenly gets picked up and turned in another direction, where the orange alien is furiously throwing punches, Minato merely dodging them all. From the table and several other places in the club, cheers could be heard for both sides.]
[[OOC: Responses may be either delayed as Minato takes care of the problem, or you may get a bit of commentary on the fight from one of the aliens before he can get his Guide back. Black is Minato, orange is the angry alien, and red and green are two other players at the table.]]
Check.
I bet.
...Nope. Fold.
[And now Minato:] Call. [He pushes something forward. It's evident now that the boy is playing some form of poker.]
Screw this. All in.
What? No. No way, man. Not cool. Folding. I'm outta this one.
...I'll call it. [As Minato pushes more stuff, presumably chips, to the center of the table, a gasp or two could be heard.]
Ha! Little human thinks he can beat me! A straight! You can go cry now, boy!
[Minato, not letting his expression slip, reveals his cards.] Flush.
[A moment of silence. Minato starts to reach out to take his prize, but then a loud pound is heard, accompanied by the rattling of chips. He quickly recoils, looking the slightest bit surprised.]
No! I'm not lettin' some scrawny-ass refugee human knock me out of a game! I'm going to knock you out instead!
[It's at this point that Minato dives out of his chair, and for good reason. A large, burlesque, four-armed orange alien dives at where he was a moment ago in a shower of hips and cards. It gets up and goes offscreen after picking itself up.]
[One of the other aliens apparently notices the fact that Minato's guide is recording at the moment, as it suddenly gets picked up and turned in another direction, where the orange alien is furiously throwing punches, Minato merely dodging them all. From the table and several other places in the club, cheers could be heard for both sides.]
[[OOC: Responses may be either delayed as Minato takes care of the problem, or you may get a bit of commentary on the fight from one of the aliens before he can get his Guide back. Black is Minato, orange is the angry alien, and red and green are two other players at the table.]]