Fire & Ice ! Love's Frigid Hand ! (New Dawn X Prof. Nemo X Hazama)
"Alright Mark.....are you in or are you out ?" Marcus asks as he watches a base guard across the table. The guard breaks out into a heavy sweat as he stares at the cards in his hands. A million thoughts rush through his head as Marcus continues his cold gaze. After their last mission Marcus decided to blow some steam by hosting a little poker game. Sadly the base workers barely provide him any sort of a challenge....that included poor,poor,sweaty,Mark. "Listen its not that hard. Either your in or your out. No big deal....well...unless you consider a weeks paycheck a big deal." Marcus sarcastically says as the man begins to sweats even more.
"I..I t..t..th..think I'll....I'll..." Mark nervously says as his attention is focused on the galley entrance. Marcus curiously turns around as Zero walks through the door. "Hello Mademoiselle,would you like to join in ? Mark was about to fold." Marcus said confidently as a bewildered look crossed Mark's face. "Trust me on this one Mark, your going to want to fold." Marcus says as he shows Mark his hand. With one look the poor guard slowly lays his cards on the table and leaves his seat. "So what do you say Zero ? One friendly game between co-workers ? I'll even let you choose the game." Marcus says as he collects the winnings and reshuffles the cards.
Marcus was planning to use the winnings to replace the chocolate he accidentally took. Still....fancy chocolate was fancy for a reason. Fancy was just another word for expensive. With his funds a little low at the moment, a card game was the perfect way to raise some funds and blow off steam all at the same time.
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(Written by Hazama)
Zero, as per the norm, paced the halls checking for who knows what. She would normally have paid the game no mind, but her gambling partner saw fit to break her routine...She would think it a habit considering the events of days prior.
Looking over the two, she notes the rather horrible tells coming from the guard. Zero shakes her head, the man can't hold his composure for a game, how in the arctic tundra would he hold his facade against interrogations? With that in mind Zero makes the mans play for him. "Take the bet or your fired."
Sitting down at a nearby bar, she watches for the next turn of events. "Any game of my desire? Any at all?"