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Lucy Mallory





Lucy hid her mouth behind her hand, silently laughing at her opening hand. A dice jar, a samurai, a roulette spider, a second coin toss, a fairy box, and an ordeal of the traveler. A wonderful start.

Her opponent was a young man that, judging by his uniform, had come here straight from the local high school. He eyed Lucy carefully, before pulling his own draw. If she remembered right, the boy played Blue Eyes, in some vain attempt to imitate Seto Kaiba ... But, judging by that blossoming expression of his, Lucy could only assume that he'd found himself holding a brick, as those cards often did.

Her grin only widened behind her hand, and when it was removed to instead hover over her cards, she did not even make the slightest attempt to banish it from her face. The boy, of course, noticed that, and glared. How fun!

Though Lucy had never bothered to actually remember her opponents name, she had actually dueled him a few times in the past. Twice, to be specific. Both at the same little card shop. In other words, he was fully aware of the kind of deck she played, and since he had very clearly bricked his hand, both of them knew there was nothing he could do to stop her before she started.

Especially since Lucy had won the coin toss, like always.

Practically radiating a smug aura, Lucy declared her choices. "I'll set one card face down, in defense position~..." The boy made a face at that, already piecing together exactly which card it was. "And, I'll set two cards in my backline!" Her tone was light, almost playful, and it only served to make her opponent's face grow more pinched.

Her grin remained strong. "I pass~."

The boy, on the other hand, looked on the verge of swearing... It took him some moments, moments that only made Lucy's grin grow wider, but he did, eventually, make a move.

"I... set one card, and... pass..." He said through gritted teeth. As she'd thought, the boy had bricked. He crossed his arms. She laughed unkindly.

Coming upon her turn, she drew, and found herself with a Cup of Ace. Unneeded, but it would be an amusing thing to use, especially if she lost the coin flip. Ah, she could already imagine hope coming to the boy's eyes, if she were to land two tails...

Lucy would save it for later, in case the duel dragged on and she became bored.

Still grinning like a cheshire cat, Lucy made her move. "I place Sasuke Samurai #4 in attack position, and declare an attack on your face down monster~! And, since it's Sasuke Samurai attacking..." But, before she could finish, her opponent cut her off. "We've done this before- just call the coin already!" Ah, the boy was certainly frusterated, wasn't he?

How fun!

Her grin morphed into something else, a placating smile that some might call mocking. "Of course, of course, how could I forget... ah, what was your name again?" The boy bristled, but said nothing. Expected.

"No matter, heads!"

The coin was flipped, the monster was destroyed, and with a grimace, the boy deducted the damage from his life points.

One more turn, then. Before the true gamble.

She passed, and the boy went once more. Ah- he'd drawn something good, it seemed.

"I set one monster, and activate Lightning Storm, destroying your backrow!" Or maybe he hadn't.

Lucy, accordingly, removed both placed cards from her backrow to the graveyard, and seeing her opponent pass once again, drew once again. She didn't even bother to read what she'd drawn, though. This little game was about to end.

"Heads, again." She called. Utilizing the Samurai once more. Of course, she called it right, and of course, the monster was destroyed. Her opponent seemed resigned, to anyone who looked. She couldn't blame him. After all, he knew what was coming.

Entering the second main phase... Dice Jar was flipped up.

Two dice met the table. One a five, one a six.

That was the end of it.

"A fun distraction." Lucy said, standing from the table. "I hope to see you again."

Her opponent grumbled as he stood, walking off to presumably go see how his friends were fairing in their matches.

Though Lucy might not have a friend here, she figured it would be for the best to follow suit and check out how other matches were going, if only to kill time.

She doubted many other matches would finish so fast, after all.


Ananta Aroa


//O8



Ananta had heard much of Oratorio, before her coming. A symptom of the location of her old home. With its relative close proximity, hardly a day would go by without at least a single outsider arriving and professing how it would be they who would conquer the depths. How it would be they who would become the next Sword of Varanasi, or whatever other great legend that the nobodies wrongly thought they had a chance to become. Those types are often the ones that you never hear about again.

But more than the fools who cannot comprehend the magnitude of the journey they are about to undertake, Kamal, alongside its status as a strong general hub for adventurers, can be called something of a retirement town for those who’ve had their fill of the Abyss that Oratorio imprisons. Be it those that have become too injured to continue their delving, those who have had their fill of the danger, or the lucky few who have lived to an old age, there is plenty of reliable and not so reliable tales one can collect from the folk of Kamal.

Much of the time, one does not even need to bother asking. So long as one hangs around the local taverns or the guild, you will surely overhear at least two separate tales of greatness or stories of embarrassment being spouted off by someone or other. Usually, the tales of greatness are epics of bravery and adventure, primarily about the trials they grappled with in the Abyss. The stories of embarrassment were much more often found to hold the setting of the city of Oratorio itself.

The way Oratorio was described varied in each and every tale. For every one that described it as some variation of glorious splendor, there were at least four or five others to counterbalance that called attention to a revolting underbelly of some sort. It was a contrast, many said. The further up you could pull your gaze, the more beautiful it would become, and the further down your eyes were dragged, the more horrid.

It was a contrast that, upon setting her sights on the city for the first time, Ananta found herself agreeing with.

But at the same time, it was not a sight that she could muster up any kind of special feeling for. How could Ananta, when she’d glimpsed and journeyed through cities of much the same states? Indeed, it was a clear, horrible showing of class divide, but that was the reality of any city. As was the smell, and as was the state of the homes. The truth of the matter was that Oratorio was nothing special… at least, outside of the Abyss it surrounded.

It did not take long for her to break into the slums of the city, from the hill she had glimpsed it on. The people of it were as standard as slum dwellers came. Their clothing was so unwashed that the environment they lived in had become one with it, and the stench as well. All who entered and passed by Ananta’s hooded gaze were some manner of sickly, clearly showing signs of illnesses that, in many other towns and villages, had long since been extinguished.

Some had eyed her cloaked form, sizing her up, but would turn their sight elsewhere upon glimpsing what she carried with her. Ananta could guess that they would try to find another, less equipped adventurer as their next mark, or a fellow slum dweller.

Her pace was steady, and filled with purpose. The slums, though familiar to her in many ways, were not her goal.

Like the legends and the fools both who had come before her, Ananta’s destination lay past the slums, below the road, and through the Underpass.

Her destination lay, instead, in the den of fools.

The Adventurer’s District, and the Abyss beyond it.

Approaching the Underpass, Ananta moved in time with the ticking of her heart.
The suggested power level was Arc-V, if you're undecided.


I've never seen Arc-V so idk on that front
Im just trying to figure out if I should go balls to the wall and run a gamba deck or just run sky strikers...

gamba is so tempting.......
Idk why we’d bother restricting ourselves to dnd schools of magic when this is an Earth fantasy?

There’s plenty of stuff ripe for using.
I mean if you build your deck so you don't have a single out to something like that... that's just something you can overcome after the battle, you know?

"Man, I didn't realize my deck could be countered like that. I need to pick something up so I have an out to it in the future."

and tbh getting clapped because your custom deck didn't have an out to crooked cook or whatever flavor of "I cannot be touched" card is getting thrown at you is kind of a rite of passage at this point lmao.
Don't worry I'll gladly take the title of the Claude of this generation of students...
This is gonna get real awkward when the american runefencer that came here for spying and learning secrets shows up...
I'm surprised no one is running an rng deck.

Dice jar my beloved...
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