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A Knight. That’s what Iggy reminded him of. One of those pious little *****s always running around and saving everybody from themselves. What was the difference between a knight and a bully? The side you were on. The thought of bloody stupid morons like that made Wes want to shoot something.
He was not a violent person and he loathed actual combat. He could use his guns if he had to, but they were really just for flash. If he had to fire them he considered it a mis judgement of the situation on his part. Now, threatening to shoot, that was a different story. He was quite good at that. Still, he wasn’t sunk without the controller.
I misjudged Iggy though, He thought. I must be slipping without any good challenges. I need to get out of here, I’m getting too complacent. I need a tough mark, a really good problem, anything to work my brain again. I swear it’s like eating a diet of mental candy floss here.
Money, he needed money. He might have to dip into his off shore account for this one because cards didn’t work on everybody. Money fixed everything. If there was one thing that growing up in Deling had taught him it was that the world is divided right down the middle. Either you’ve got money or you don’t. The poor want to get rich, and the rich want to get richer, and everybody, Everybody has thier price.
‘Except for a Knight...’ He muttered under his breath. He was no longer grinning.
But Knights have other weaknesses. Knights will do what’s right because they are born with no imaginations. That’s why they can’t be bought. They can’t imagine what they’d do with a pile of gil. Wes knew exactly what he’d do with a pile of Gil. He’d make it grow.
A knight needs something to protect, it’s what he is. A knight without his Sorceress is incomplette, hes all ying and no yang. A grin wormed it’s way back across Wes’s face. Cards might not work, but he was willing to bet the pen would.
He fidgeted with his lucky pendant as he always did when he was faking a tell. He didn’t believe in luck, but he believe that others did. They could believe they lost because they thought that he was lucky. How gullible they were. Plus of course, they never noticed when he dealt from the bottom of the deck because they were watching him kiss his pendant.
Now then, where would he find Instructor Celeste at this hour exactly... |
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