Re: A Token gamble

Thu Mar 30, 2023 7:50 am

Mission Rewards for Vis/Codex
Rewards: 20000 Ryo / 100 AP / 17 Chocolates / 3000 Casino Chips
Rewards: 20000 Ryo / 45 AP / 14 Chocolates / 1500 Casino Chips

Rank bonus 10,000 ryo* 2

Final Rewards 60,000 Ryo /145AP/ 21 Chocolates/4500 Casino chips

Mission Rewards for Rin

Rewards: 20000 Ryo / 100 AP / 17 Chocolates / 3000 Casino Chips
Rewards: 20000 Ryo / 45 AP / 14 Chocolates / 1500 Casino Chips

Rank bonus 15,000 ryo* 2

Final Rewards 70,000 Ryo /145AP/ 21 Chocolates/4500 Casino chips

+ 1 Black Ace

Thu Mar 30, 2023 9:57 am

Approved

Black Ace is a tradeable item, and the exchange between char is harmless as the card only allows access to the specific VIP Room, and chips for the spin must be spent separately.

Sun Apr 02, 2023 8:56 am

[exit]

Sun Apr 02, 2023 9:00 am

[153 words left after kira's exit, continued other missions below]

Having received a prize gift award present, call it whatever you want but having receive some sort of reward from the casino, for her act of charity, have good intentions actions that brought a criminal of great and deep import to the people of Saint Valentines, wondrous and wonderful perfect pretty prestigious, problematically, addictive, land of pointlessly, wasted gambling of funds and funny, other items of which many were useless, but also of which many more might have had a valuable use at one point in time item to work collectible items, which were consumable items whose value was limited and only available to those who experience interactions with the various saints of the world, had recently been meddling with the fabric of the world, rather than keeping to that means and dimensions that had been parallel to this world, and I’m touching it for a period of time that cannot be counted, indeed, from what she could remember of her research those things for having existed since well before the great terrifying cataclysm of which the world had been subjected to a long, long time ago. Now this is of course referring to the explosion, destination, and destruction, right by the great and terrifying, super volcano, utterly destroyed, the world the super volcano that now sat in at looming over the world, seemingly innocent, and in threatening.

Come to think of it it was rather strange that this mysterious and an identified Saint Valentine was collecting items from other Saints en masse items that presumably had no true value to an individual of such power could be that these items, imbued with the very faint traces and powers of other saints could somehow be hosted for the the use of something Could this Saint Valentine, in fact, be responsible for some sort of secret plot or plan, intending to use those items to achieve something even the other Saints could not achieve even something that this St. could not achieve on his own, could be that somehow, taking advantage of the items, Callao, this St George have a power greater than that of the other Saints after all, it is something that could very clearly be indicative of the nature of the world that combining the powers of the great creates and have a greater power, because this was all speculation. This was not something that rin had any real ability or background to understand, but speculation that maybe it was still an interesting train of thought. Nevertheless, it was not what was of immediate import at this point, and instead, what was important to the girl, who now stood within the casino, was the newfound excitement and intrigue, and wondrous sensations that flowed through her as she considered what she could now do having access to a black ass, an item that allowed her to finally access the area of this casino that was forbidden to her before this point, and yet she had spent so many resources achieving that now that she had it, she did not have enough resources to pursue what she thought, at least not currently so perhaps the path forward for her for this girl who desperately felt this deep need within her to chase after the illustrious rewards of the black table or haps. The part that she needed to take was instead of one of wealth and resources being spent Thomas instead, one where she might take advantage of the wealth and gifts provided by this casino by this Saint Valentines representatives, that she might instead pursue access to the resources, she needed by assisting them in their problems they had after all offered a marvellous wealth to those who helped them capture a single criminal, so if there were more criminals here, which are Casino, after, could she multiply those funds exponentially if that was the case, perhaps it would be beneficial for her to create those chemicals Ōtaki necessary at all. She did not have enough information for this criminal, who she had captured had been a fluke. She had no background on the individual, and no idea what the individual had been attempting to achieve she had Millie assisted them with the capture of a fleeing fugitive. So regardless of the reasons why one might be a fugitive, regardless of why she needed these funds. the idea was fairly tempting, thinking back I’m watching you with the individual. She remembered the strange note the chip in past one that rather ominously spoke of words that did not entirely make sense within the freezing of the note yet implied a deeper criminal underbelly within this land, Alyssa gambling, not something Italian expected gambling and criminal activities to 10 to go hand-in-hand, and it’s good, indeed, be something sanction by the representatives of Saint Valentine by the individuals who, on this casino, buy those of the companies in corporation sponsors that were responsible for this event. Those were all possibilities, but having no better option, having exhausted her own resources and tapped into every other resource, you could possibly fine, she found that despite her wealth and resources that she still held. None of them had value to the casino, and so she was forced to take the only path left to hear that allowed her to achieve this goal of winning the black table, not the one truly win the black table itself that merely the items on it, but every one of those items had value well beyond what regular items had each of those items was far more powerful than that, even of items offered by other Saints, and perhaps more importantly, such items had value well beyond simple money for those within her own world, even if she had no interest in some of the items offered on the black table, simply having those items will provide her with Leverich to use in achieving her goals to ask favours and coal forces well beyond her own not insignificant might. So yes, at the end of the day, whilst it might of been epically questionable, whilst it might have been frankly, quite wrong was it might not of been the right choice in the Longrun, she decided to take the path that provided her what she wanted, and what she needed, and at this point, what she wanted more than anything else, with access to resources that could be used to gain that black table, so it was that was everyone else. Here was gambling that mega funds away. She set out through the casino through the floors and floors and floors and floors of tables of blackjack of relapse of poker, a slot machines of gambling apparatuses and individuals of every shape size colour, every walk of life, and throughout all of it, she both watched and learned, and manipulated note of those who wander through the casino through the many many many tables and slept strange notes to individuals. She took notes of those individuals note of who read the notes note of every action to such a Notes where she even follow to Sam as they went to various from Dave in points various locations where they met others, some taking more notes, some interacting with presumable strangers, some eloping on illicit rendezvous‘s with individuals, and yet even more who eloped on such rendezvous is not returning those in particular interest to her. Those in particular, she paid additional head to the individuals who did return from such endeavours were different. Somehow, she wasn’t short. First. Your spiritual sensors told her that there was something off about them. It was not as simple as evolution. It was not as simple as some disguise with something about that was wrong cold, empty something about them told her that reality itself was not correct around them. Something about them, told her that her senses were wrong when she looked at them for their meetings before their disappearance into an illicit rendezvous, they have been normal. They had given her no ill feelings, no signs of issues, no sensation of danger, and yet, even as strong as she was now, when she booked these new individuals, she said something so truly wrong, so truly terrifying so utterly beyond comprehension that she couldn’t help Blanche a little the question was what to do about them if they were so wrong that our strength beyond her own that was unlikely Utau full grown experiences with the Butcher, the slaughter of the corrupter had told her that she was simply immortal. She was strong, but she was not on Kila ball, and they were forces in this world will be onto and yet the value of that black table offered her perhaps best chance of vengeance her chance of revenge on the one who tortured her, the one who had maimed the one who had forever left her, scarred by physically and mentally, and for that vengeance that revenge and righteous justice that she sort to bring to bear, she would take any risk, she would sacrifice anything she would give the world its self to bring that monster down for after all, I well that held that monster with it. It was no wild at all the world with living in the world, where experiencing no world that deserved to exist to end it all in one fiery torment would be better than to allow it to exist and be tainted further and further by that things presents so that left only the question of whether she could handle these strange blanks in her senses, the strange things that wore the face of man and woman, and yet now, were neither these things had once been people had once been alive, had once been living creatures, and now, despite appearances, they were undoubtedly and undeniably, neither yet, even with her experiences in her life, even with all the things that she had witnessed, she could not say what they were. She could not say what they were, but you could say what they were not, and that troubled her more they were not dead, for they were not simple puppets or energy animating the bodies of long, dead individuals she had on occasion seen reference to, and in one particular incident, witnessed what the common folk called necromancy, the art of raising, and Rhianna meeting the dead for the use of the castor or controller of that power. These things were not that she had once witnessed an individual turn, the flash other deceased individual into a simple puppet looking like the individual, and yet within, there was nothing but cold, hard, metal and machinery. Yes to they were not, the bodies were still living, but they were not alive and even her with all her mastery of elution and mastery of the mind mastery. In some cases, even of the soul, she could not comprehend what this was, which left many questions, some of which she could answer simply by ignoring them, and passing them on to the people of this casino, the Saint himself, Valentine may very well be capable of handling and comprehending these beings, these puppets of reality, but others were things that she could not so easily pass off for you. She intervened here if she cause problems for whatever had created these monstrosities, she would intern paint a mark on her own back on that could see her, the next, one subject to whatever this was, and that would not be an acceptable outcome, fortunately, however, there was another option one that required a Farmor deft touch that one that would in theory allow her to reap the rewards without the risk for as long as she received the rewards. She did not care for the theme or favour of the casino it’s self. All she would need to do is bring these individual creatures and their creators to heel. if she did so, she could perhaps, then pass off the achievement, it self as the work of another. The only requirements now would be that that other individual provide her with what she needed of the rewards from such efforts, but the question Nan was, who could she trust with such, for if she chose the wrong person, could they not then betray her? Could they not take their awards for themselves and then pass on the true perpetrator of her actions to those who might take offence know it would be far better to choose a scapegoat, who was unable to do such things, and the answer to that was something that one, my consider questionable in its ethicality for the best option. There she realised would be to use her own spiritual power to control the mind of one utterly to turn them to her well and have them act as a mere extension of herself. That was arguably a dark power, one almost as dark as whatever this living death was, she did not truly care if it was dark, she was noble in her pursuits and her decisions with us justified. That was what she told herself. That was the explanation that she used to justify the actions she took. That was the internal justification for the creation of the incredibly dark, and ultimately undeniably evil technique that she created, or at least conceived of it that moment, a technique that took advantage of her mastery evolution, and her skill, with both spiritual power, and command of the soul, a technique, which, whilst limited in its scope of ability, when used against those who could command their owns, spiritual power, wise, still undeniably, a terrifying force for evil, one which had very little chance of being used for good at the very best it would be used for an evil action which could vary tenuously be claimed to be for the sake of the greater good, but it would still undeniably and irrevocably be something that could only be seen as an act of evil and act that completely subsumed the soul, spirit, mind, life, and future of a civilian of a non-combatant I didn’t dividual, who had affectively no real strength within the world that she travelled in time in months in years perhaps she would come to justify such actions as the fault of those individuals who had not sought to strengthen their own spiritual power for truly in her mind. At that point, one might think that if you fall, go the protections against something so simple something so basic then is that not your fault for falling pray to such a thing, and yet, even then even deep in her own darkness, apart of her, would recognise how truly wrong such a thought was to blame the victim for their pain and suffering would ironically, simply be a perpetration of her own twisted and horrible experiences at the hands of the sage of corruption, the Butcher of the Sands, the Demon of wind, the Lord of rot, the life, and the world breaker that monster in human form that had so utterly destroyed her, and her life, and in many ways, had a haps inadvertently destroyed her people. Though in truth, she would never except that his actions had been anything, but intentionally malicious still, perhaps this is getting slightly off track for whilst her own mind would brewed over such things, even as she worked through the theoretical knowledge required to develop such a technique, the endlessly, repeating loops and cycles of a traumatised and heavily warped mind that repeatedly, and perhaps incessantly

dwells upon acts, both current and long long long in the past are not something that need to be repeated in full, for that level of burgeoning madness could not be considered to be legible, to those who do not dwell in such madness themselves, at least a little, no instead whilst we are discussing the thoughts that flowed through the mind of this girl of this woman we will, for the sake of you, dear of this woman we will, for the sake of you, dear reader forego discussing the endlessly, repeating loops in such excruciating detail that this experienced evolves into the unpleasant equivalent in writing of what one might call static or background noise, if one were to relate it to an auditory parallel so it is that we instead revert our attention to the creation of this experience of madness that had resulted in a dark, and possibly one might even consider corrupt technique for meddling with the soul, in such way could, indeed, be considered to leave a state of dark corruption on the hands and spirit and soul of the individual responsible for such actions of course, what is a soul and what really with such corruption look like that is something that one cannot truly know without experiencing such corruption themselves for yes, whilst within this world there exists individuals who manifest corruption as a force that represents such things. Yes, the aforementioned sage of corruption did use such a thing as a force of evil to bend the world, and those around him to his own will that is in many ways, a different form of corruption to what we speak of here that is a physical corruption, a tangible corruption, a corruption, one might see and feel with their own eyes and hands and yes foster that experience might indeed, lead one to the deaths rapidly. It is still an experience that can be witnessed a tangible and a real thing that others can look at, and point to and reference in such a way as to categorise it to identify it and refer to it in the future. This is instead of corruption that exists not in the real world, but rather in that of the metaphysical realm. Yes, indeed, whilst Rin had already experienced corruption in this tangible, physical way, the marks of corruption that might linger on her spiritual sense of self may, indeed, leave far far deeper marks in the Long Run.

But yet again, we are somewhat getting sidetracked from the point of this tale, for the technique that was born of this corruption was one which entirely subsumed the identity of its target, warping their mind and spirit beyond repair. Perhaps the most dark thing of this creation, however, was not that yet entirely removed. One sense of self was not that it turned one into an empty husk know, it was far darker than that far more subtle and far far more dangerous. The technique that she created was one that intentional or not true, upon all her, deepest and darkest desires, all of her scars and pains and weaknesses, created from the corruption of the Butcher it was a technique that showed no evidence of its existence until it was too late. It was a technique that drawing upon what she had learnt from that small innocuous construct of Saint Valentine. It was a technique that wormed its way inside of an individual, and from inside them slowly, and subtly sat waiting eating away at parts of that individual to feed its self until such a time as it was called upon to fulfil its purpose, and in that moment, where it was finally able to fulfil such a dark purpose, it did not simply devour the mind of its host. It did not simply ruin them. It did not change them in a way, that one might recognise a change, no much as one might think of the tale of the ship of Theseus, the slow and incessant feeding of this worming construct will have by that point slowly replaced the entirety of its hosts, defining qualities with those that deftly and deliberately render them utterly loyal to its creator, without changing the personality of the individual in any tangible way, and yet, no matter how one might try and fight it no matter how one might try, and reason with the affected individual, no matter how one might try to plead with the individual no matter what one did, it would not be enough to alter their new purpose for to the individual in question all that actions up until that point was simply a cover for their true goal in life, to serve the God, like being that they had adored since the beginning of their time on this planet an incredibly dark thing to be sure.

Technique in hand she found herself an individual who would be suitable for her goals, and within that individual with simply the faintest brush of her hand. As she passed, she left a spiritual mark upon this man this individual whose life up until this point had consisted of charity and goodwill, paid forward over and over again. and now, despite appearances to all that individual no longer existed certainly, he still had time, but his death was now all, but a given, and the worst part of it all was that nobody would ever know of that change for even the being that existed once that Mark had done it’s work would not under any circumstances disclose such a thing any, but the one it now owed loyalty to

Still the creation of such a technique was in the end. Merely a footnote in this Dale something that at least according to the note that she had received earlier this day might even be considered non-canon whatever that may mean of course perhaps that was simply an aspect of the madness that dwelled within her perhaps that note it self had not even stated such a thing, perhaps she had imagined such a thing as simply a deep internal justification for the actions and questionable actions at that that she had taken this day, and that she would take throughout the day. Regardless, she continued on now, secure in the knowledge that she had the scapegoat, she required to achieve her goals in this strange, strange land of Saint Valentine the first Thing she did was follow one of those people, the wrong, empty, husk, like beings that watch the fabric of reality around themselves on a level that she could not truly comprehend, and yet somehow sensed within the depths of her being so yes, she followed one of these husk like individuals until she came across another. Yes yet another rendezvous, and at this rendezvous was another individual who had seemingly just received one of these strange notes. It was almost interesting in a way to watch as this individual was, ushered away to what one might consider a private engagement And perhaps unsurprisingly, dear reader, when said individual returned from such a rendezvous, they too carried that same faint and subtle sense of wrongness that seem deep tennis, that same sensation of defilement that indicated them to have also been marked in someway this was in truth, quite an interesting turn of events, for whilst she had mused on the possibility of creating villains to capture and be rewarded by the casino for the fact that in fact, this villain responsible for whatever was going on here was doing exactly that for her, left her in a position to very quickly and very efficiently multiply her wealth, and whilst possibly such actions might result in retaliation, if the infection that was the years husks of empty life spread at the rate at this exponential growth implied then her actions would be what a drop in the bucket. These actions that she would like we play in Tiley under the radar of this individual responsible for these things are actions here could very well be entirely equitable in the great scheme of things for given the size and scope of this casino that seemed to sit within, and without the pounds of reality this casino at bordered on, not just her own dimension upon 1 million million other Dimensions, her actions would not even begin to scratch the numbers of these empty rates. It would instead require the actions of individuals from a myriad of worlds and reality is to all be working on such a thing at once to leave enough of a mark to even be noticeable. It was with such a justification that she was wholeheartedly willing to throw herself into this rather simple, and yet rather lucrative. Task of tracking identifying neutralising is husks and rates of course unbeknownst self, not only others within her own reality, but others within 1 million million million million other realities were also working for such goals and those actions when individually viewed put certainly leave. No Mark of note to the one who had created these things, but at the same time these actions would when taken in consideration for each other add up to a quite substantial notable decline in the number of the is empty, lifeless husks, and that whilst it would not immediately show, any results would create a ripple affect that would leave in a very interesting position over the coming months and years but yet again, we find ourselves somewhat sidetracked as we discuss the events of the future, rather than the events of the present. So I guess she found that these empty lifeless husk‘s were spreading throughout the patrons of this prestigious place, calling upon her companions, her soul fragments, her clones, call them what you will calling upon those two companions who followed her almost constantly those two companions, who, even at this very moment had in trailing her. I’ll be at unseen. Yes, she had them work in tandem with herself whilst she followed this initial husk as it spread throughout the casino patrons as it continued to grow its numbers, she had her companions, dedicate themselves to repeatedly neutralising these targets, leaving them pound, and incapacitated for her proxy scapegoat to collect and turn in to the casino officials. Yes, as she continued to follow and track and record the movements of these husks she to took the occasional moment to neutralise those stragglers, who were not her initial target. It was with a surprising amount of years that the trio working in tandem with each other were able to over the space of a few hours capture hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of husks, and it was through their actions that their proxy received rewards upon rewards upon rewards from the management of the casino. Of course even the vast pile of wealth that they receive for such actions, held in comparison for the requirements of the illustrious, black table and saw was that chasing that asked (trace) black table, she continued her efforts. She continued to scour the land of this strange casino like to mention to scour it for any at all, since of individuals who might draw her more rewards. I’ll be at indirectly. It was that she continued to collect upon the bodies, bodies, bodies of broken spirits and broken dreams, it was that she allowed this rot corruption of the soul to spread, trimming it, and try to get to allow it to grow chest the way she needed in just the way that would allow her to continue to collect upon the goodwill and desperation of the casino for, as she continued this process, as she continued to turn in individuals who had been touched by this spiritual and soul rot she had continued to turn over the bodies of individuals who is very soul, had been replaced with something wrong, that she intern discovered Utan of the people of this casino of the representatives of Saint Valentine, that they did not even begin to question the sheet numbers of husks, the web be turned in by her proxy by her scapegoat It was slowly becoming queen to her, that whatever this thing was her actions were indeed, not only a drop in the bucket, but barely even something. The casino was keeping track off that that deeply worried her, despite what one might expect, for it indicated she was in the middle with things far far far beyond her own understanding, she was a piece within the game of the saints, and yet again, she found herself wondering how far below them she must be that her actions were not even that to be noted by them that she had met the figure known as saint nicholas and had been a little more than a second thought had already left her deathly aware of her own weakness, her own insignificance, her own utter weakness in the face of these god like beings. Perhaps even a fraction of a moment she considered whether her actions were worth the risk that they post for lost. She might be beyond notice. She crossed that line if she became a piece that was visible on whatever board these great figures played, then. Would she not crushed and discarded as one crushed discarded a pawn for the sake of the Kings, their queens their knights, their Bishops, or indeed, even the sake of the other pawns that might be considered to be slightly more valuable due to basic positioning upon whatever celestial board these Figures of legend played… but of course such doubts only lasted a fraction of a moment for what she was many things. She was neither a coward. No one on willing to take risks. She was already dead to the world in many many ways, and perhaps a result of that living death, she experienced every day as she relieved the memory, his scars torture of the sage of corruption. She hesitated, but for only a moment before internalising again, that her life was not important as long as she achieved that sweet vengeance, that she sort so thoroughly as to willingly, turn the lives of hundreds of thousands of individuals of the land of rise to her goals, was she had not yet undertaken the actions required to do so she fully intended to sacrifice, the lives of those people down to the last woman and child, if it would help even a little in ending the curse of that corrupt being who had so utterly thoroughly ruined her in detail. Yes, she fully intended as soon as this trip was over to turn at once. Been a village of farmers into a military mate at the world had never seen she fully intended to turn it to an economic powerhouse capable of turning its resources to bear upon the land of that Demon, she would sacrifice anything for her goals and to risk her life in this celestial game. She had very little understanding of last dangerous, did not face if it meant that she would be closer to that goal if it meant that she would perhaps finally have a true chance at the defeat destruction and death of her oppressor. Perhaps, then, she finally could stop living the cursed experiences of the past, but haps, then she would finally finally be free of him, so it was that she continued her exploits. She continued to hunt, these things over and over again. She continued to track them and allow them to spread if only so that she might caption more of them, and if only that allowed her to trace the corruption, deeper and deeper, she knew of course if she dug too deeply she would no doubt uncover a power to great for her to handle, but as long as she continued to skirt that border, she continued to skim the surface of this hollow lifeless corruption, to take the drugs of these things from the top of the layer of Mark that had developed within this land of vice and gambling then she would continue to profit, and at the end of the day, this realm outside of realms, this land that existed outside her own, and for very little impact on her own world, did not matter to her, and if it did not matter then what did she truly care for the damage that this hollow corruption might do know she was more than happy more than content to allow that corruption to linger and spread impacted only by her in ways that benefited her much as a government might regret placing bounties upon vermin to see that those who, once hunted, such, Firman began to breed, said, vermin for sale. The management of this casino would undoubtedly in retrospect realise that, their policy of rewarding, the capture of these fringe husks had not truly served to stop the spread of this wrongness, merely to very slightly stem, the tide, and even that stemming of the tide could be debatable for those who hunted them in the way that she had truly where only stopping the spread of a single strand of this corruption, not cutting it off at its roots, but rather allowing set a route to grow stems that they could harvest for their own benefit but yet again we find ourselves caught, looking to the future on the details of the present, or perhaps of more interest for you see dear reader, what was truly sought by all of this was, but a scrap of the power of Valentine, perhaps in retrospect, those that had arrange this strange set of circumstances might realise the floors in this system, they had laid out that whilst the randomness and gambling of this place, indeed, was deeply fun for those involved, the presence of resources that might be considered to be all, but impossible to retain by normal means had resulted in a deep and dark desire within those who truly participated in this game, and those individuals who sort this valuable power with us, so emboldened and encouraged by these tempting treasures, that they were willing to do such dark and deplorable things as to sacrifice the lives and well-being of those who are not of their own kin for truly if one could benefit from the suffering of one who they had neither Matt nor any cause Trevor Mitch, nor any chance of ever truly being affected by such negative results of their actions, then would one who is truly seeking such power, not more than simply willingly, but excitedly take such a step and make such a sacrifice, not with their own blood, but with the blood of others, as long as it gave them the power that they sort. Yes, this was the truth of the matter. This was the reality in which we live, for, this was the root of the actions that she took. She sacrificed the blood and lives of many many many many others, and she did so willingly, for she knew that, not only would it fail to affect her in any negative way, but more than that, it would strictly benefit her to sacrifice these innocence in order to have that chance at the power that she sort that slim near impossible chance that whoever ever more likely as long as she continued to sacrifice the lives of those who meant nothing to her

With the primary source of the Flaco better term wealth that she required available to her, it was a simple task to continue. The sacrifice of those fools who are not value, nor of any connection to her to build, and grow that burgeoning wealth until such time she had finally reached the point where she could achieve access to the resources she sought from that legendary table, the black table that contained the vast array of treasures That could potentially give her that slim, and she required to achieve her goals. Yes, so it was that that sacrificed individual who spawned this entire endeavour, that one who had been utterly subsumed by her own will, for the sake of this devilish in Deva, turned in those poor Solis, and empty husk‘s, that had been captured by her, and her fragments to the authorities that ran this, indeed, deeply deeply troubling casino And it was such that these officials of Saint Valentines casino provided her proxy with hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of no not casino chips as she sort for the black table, but rather of all things novelty candy. Yes candy of all things were what was provided to her chocolate and sweets and other various confectionery to reward her Investment of time at first, this infuriated her for such a thing was frankly, entirely disrespectful. Such a thing was undeniably, a hindrance to her, but the sheer quantity of those confectionery rewards did offer her if she could find a way to do so a very large resource of casino chips Yes, she having already decided that morals were not a concern for her was more than willing to Leverich. Whatever things needed to be brought to bear as long as it achieved her her goal, so it was that, as her proxy was being gifted this vast vast supply of candy and chocolate and confectionery of all kinds That she intern Decided that her best course of action was to ensure, perhaps through questionable means that these confectionery and candy, and yes chocolate’s as well, we excepted by the individuals running the casinos exchange, as if they were valuable items, and indeed, perhaps if she had tried 1st to exchange them, as if they were, she would have found that those confectionery And the candies, albeit not the chocolate would have been accepted, but in her haste, and in the very significant time, pressure that was provided by this casinos limited time available to her to mention she rushed, and in that rushing, she acted a plan that was wholly unnecessary. She having taken what she needed from her proxy Left him with nought, but a broken soul, a broken spirit, a broken being. She left that fragmented man, if she could even call him that with his worship of her, and not else, but the simple command to continue masquerading his life, as if he still was the person he had been before she had interacted with him That poor poor soul would forever Peter void of joy and life and true emotion, and no one would ever be any wiser, and that same state of being was what she in Eire decided she needed to inflict upon one of the individuals who were responsible for that exchange program, so it was that she made her way towards the exchange desk of Saint Valentines Casino and so it was that approaching the exchange desk of Saint Valentines Casino She saw a beautiful young blonde haired lady who unbeknownst to her had a loving family, a loving daughter and son and husband

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Mon Apr 03, 2023 12:42 am

The blond haired woman was a beautiful young thing; freshly married and unbenownst to Rin she had been working here simply to get enough money to move herself and her newborn daughter away from their abusive husband, the woman was by all respects the definition of an innocent, as an aside we must thank the gods that that random note said this was all non canon for the rammifications of these actions upon the ethicality and if one believed in such things the alignment of our supposed heroine her would be a sharp shift from chaotic neutral to pure evil, not true evil mind you, such a distinction whilst not aligning with the traditional three by three chart of alignment that many used would be neccesary here for one could not in any case really allow these actions to be considered in the same vein of one who does evil, for these actions were the actions that left such a corrupting scar on the soul that it would truely only be appropriate to consider that the one who perpetrates those actions be considered to become evil itself, an incarnate form of the very thing we all strive to destroy, even those who might be considered evil in the broad scope and court of external observation have some internal monolouge story and justification to themselves that declares themselves the hero of their own story, even those who might be considered evil in the court of external observation might believe themselves to be doing this for the greater good and in so doing absolve themselves of some small degree of the stain of their actions, to keep some small fragment of their soul or spirit clean and free of the deep taint such actions caused; and yes whilst rin had done just that, had given herself internal justification, had believed that her actions were for the greater good, had told herself again and again as this unfolded that her actions were the right course of action, for a world tainted by the existance of the butcher of sunagakure, the demon of the sand, the corruptor of calm lands, the destroyer of faith and truth and purity and all things good, was not a world to be lived in or praised or rewarded or even tollerated, she also was aware that many many of the people she had already affected were not of her world, they were people of worlds far beyond her own that had not been touched by the corruption of that accursed devil, that butcher and corruptor whos actions had ruined the lives of hundreds of thousands within her minds eye, that she had undoubtedly become that devil and corrupting force for those worlds now was not something she allowed herself to process of course, but deep down that small fragment of one's soul that remained pure even through such evil actions knew that deep truth; and knowing that deep truth was enough for it to crisp and blacken, burning away into a deep black ooze like tar within her spiritual body, she had become evil incarnate and no matter how one might try to justify her actions that was the truth the universe recognized even as she refused to do so, she stepped forwards to the exchange desk, smiling calmly and plainly, giving no one around her the slightest indication of the horrible actions that she had been undertaking and the horrible curse that she would soon be imparting onto the woman, the mother, the loving and caring nurturer that had taken this job for the sake of their newborn child. She offered her hand to the woman, a handshake that was displayed as though a simple polite formality, and with a brush of their fingertips the curse was laid upon her, the mark of her corrupt technique worming its way into the woman's pshyche. At this point once again dear reader we must remind you of the note that very clearly stated this was all non canon, it was not a note that garunteed the events were non canon, after all something that exists within the story declaring something to be non canon was either itself non canon thus making it in and of itself untrustworthy or was merely a quirk of the story as it existed within the world, you may doubt this dear reader, either adamant that the note declaring such events non canon was enough to confim the non canacity of these events or you may believe the opposite, that the note saying such would inherently be an indication of the author that such actions are non canon, not to be considered true outside of the realm of the sub story they exist within, to be treated like a dream or a what if scenario. Of course to those who think such a thing is the case dear reader i must provide you with an example that clarifies, and so i shall, for you see if you apply the situation to your own life, taking a sheet of paper and writing upon it "this is non canon" then that does not thereby ensure that all your following actions be considered non canon, no you continue to live your life, those actions you took following the writing of the note a part of such a life, one might choose to believe that writing such a note splits the timeline, creating a branching timeline in which one of you perpetrated the non canon actions whilst another refrained from commiting such actions, and yes this is a possibility as much as one might consider the possibility of split timelines to be a thing, and yet in that same vein if that is the case then one must acknowledge that such a thing would mean that the actions involved are both cannon and non canon at the same time; a what if that exists in some true material sense somewhere within the infinite number of possible universes. So yes remember dear reader, whilst outside of this self contained story the actions taken hereforth may be considered non canon; and as such will likely never be referenced again after this self contained story, but they still exist in a very real sense, they may or may not have happened within the greater story you read if you continue to follow the story of our erstwhile heroine, and yet no matter how much you seek to identify if this story is canon within that particular itteration of the greater story you must not expect such a thing to be confirmed or denied in full; the individuals involved in the story may of course take actions that imply or even within your mind might confirm that this is simply a non canonical experience, but those actions cannot be trusted in full for there is a very real possibility that even the characters involved within this simple side story will not acknowledge its existance; for unbenownst to rin the technique she had devised relied on a special property of this dimensional rift created by the sage known as st valentine; this technique would never again be used nor could it be used anyway since i was only effective on individuals one might think of as "NPC's" and of course within the greater overarcing story such individuals were rarely of any import. Regardless it would seem dear reader that we have at some point gotten slightly off topic discussing the metaphysical nature of this story rather than enjoying the story itself, as to whether this is a writing technique designed to make the story feel as jarring and disjointed as the mental state of the heroine herself or a simple representation of the author attempting to cram as many words into this story as possible within as short a time as possible... well that is inherently subject to the reader to decide, though one must assure you that the consious decision to keep this work within the writing is indeed at least partially based upon the former rational though one would be lying if the appeal of the latter option was not enough of a temptation on its own to justify such a decision, of course yet again we allow ourselves to get somewhat sidetracked, though for some degree of reason for you see throughout this metaphysical discussion our Heroine... okay protagonist, has taken the time to allow her technique to worm its way inside the woman's pshyche, to twist it to her will and allow all the while making polite conversation, asking the woman about her life, her family, her little child, though she didn't realise it at the time the corruption had well and truely sunk in at this point for she did not blanche did not flinch did not even take a moment to hesitate at her actions as this womans life was laid bare before her and she knew full well she was in the process of whiping it clean. Truely greed was a horid disgusting thing that it would cause one to not only sink so low but drive them into such depths of depravity and corruption that they did not even hesitate to inflict such a horrid fate on one so pure, one might even consider this to not only be a comentary applicable to the story at hand but perhaps the world as a whole, for indeed could one not look at this bizzare situation written and told in haste as not only a story of Rin and her own experiences with this horrid corruptijng force that we call greed but indeed also a comentary on the nature of everyone involved, for the tale of this casino is filled with a myriad of darka nd dissapointing tales, tales of broken hearts, broken heads, broken minds and souls and promises, broken oaths and betrayals both intentional and unfortunate, actions done not with the intention to cause harm but that cuase harm anyway begetting actions intended to cause harm in retaliation, a viscious cycle of hate anger and distaste begetting more hate andger and distatste as the spiral continued to perpetually goad itself onwards, spinning ever faster and faster, and that same force excacerbated by the temporal limit on the nature of this casino. Indeed for one touted as the saint of love, the one who's time was considered to be most closly related to happiness and purity, valentine was infact one responsible for a level of damage done to the fabric of the world behind the world that one might consider it not just ironic but perhaps even a sign of divine providence. Still yet again we find ourselves at least somewhat sidetracked and so i must insist dear reader that we return to the tale at hand, for you see whilst Rin spent her time ingratiating herself with the woman and having her share her family stories with her she had spent enough time that the woman had finally been subsumed; it was a subtle thing; not visible in any tangible way, not something one could sense, and not really something that any would notice, but the woman was empty now, hollow as the hollow souls she had captured in persuit of the very things she sought to exchange now; pulling out piles and piles and piles of candy confectionary chocolat and goods of all sorts and sizes she contined to pile the exchange table higher and higher, opening up her dimensional storage she tore at the fabric of reality with abandon and eager glee as she dumped out everything she had gathered for this event, everything that might in some way shape or form qualify to be exchanged, and at the same time exerted just enough of her will to make it clear to the woman she was to accept these items as long as it would not draw suspicion or issue for Rin herself. The woman would loose her job of course, she would likely be in deep deep trouble by the end of this for the items she accepted that were not truely appropriate would no doubt cost her greatly when managment came to check the discrepancies, but until then it would serve its purpose to rin, and she cared not for what happened to this random woman, this random npc as we know her to be. That was enough in the end, she handed over hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of items, she exchanged them all for a pittance, and continued exchanging them further and further until she found that she could no longer draw anything from within her dimension. The chips she recieved were small, minor, entirely negligible in truth, but it was better than nothing and even one chance at the black table was better than nothing. Actions done she left the exchange, leaving the now empty husk of the woman to her own fate. It was a shame really, that it had come to this, leaving a trail of broken and battered people in her wake and ruining the lives and souls of hundreds for the sake of some small slim chance at the dice of fate rewarding her with some small scrap of power. and yet it was what she needed, or at least what she desired and at the end of the day desire is what we all follow after, we desire to be good and so we do good, we desire to be good because we desire to be liked, to be loved, and so we do good, we desire power and so we do what it takes to atain that power, we desire to not be hurt and so we seek power, we desire all, things and thus we chase after all things, nothing is done without desire, even when one does an action out of the goodness of their heart it is not done through some true sense of good but rather because we seek, nay desire either for our hearts to stop hurting in sympathy for the poor individual suffering without our intervention, or because we seek and desire that warm feeling one m8ight get when udnertaking an act of hgood.

Even as she mused on the nature of desire Rin made her way towards the black ace entry, the pathway that she had sought access too for so long and had finally gained access only to find that the path to that access had drained her of all resources she might have used in that process, that in the end was what had left her to resort to such depths of depravity, perhaps it was intentional, perhaps it was some horrid result of a quirk of fate that the odds of this casino had once been intended to be fair, to give a good chance at the legendary ace and leave those who sought it still having enough resources to spin at the table the ace provided access too but at some point that seemed to have been forgotten and as a result had spiraled into this contest of absurdity this accursed excercise in depravity, or perhaps that had been the plan all along, there were many many possibilities and such possibilities were imposible to identify from her current position, perhaps there was at some point a plan for something greater here, perhaps at some point the interactions between the saints might have revealed the true strand of this tale might have been unveiled and the tale might have provided a compelling and intriguing tale to chase after. to seek with a deep level of understanding that paled with what was instead presented and yet for whatever reason whetehr it be greed in an ironic twist of fate or whether it had been misfortune, wheterh it had been miscommunication between the gods or malice, it may have been sabotage or it might have been self sabotage, there were a million different things it may have been and a million more things that might have lead to each of those million different possibilities, it may have been none of those things either, it may have always been intended as happening this way and we as observers are simply looking for an explanation where there isnt one, that too is a possibility and one that unfortunately may be the most probbable, but in any case she had finally reached the point where her goal was in sight. yes that goal which had spawned this entire ill advised endevour was in sight and as she strode throught the doors to the black table floor she was met not with a sense of excitement or triumph but rather a deep empty sinking feeling that this would not be enough, that here at the final hurdle she would be punished for her hubris by fate itself and loosing the thing she had sacrifced everything to achieve she would in turn find herself seeking to destroy this casino in a fit of rage that would of course be quashed out by the power of the saint that commanded it, such a dark though was not only unapealling but troubling in the most extreme of ways for how could she, as powerful and great as she was be quashed by someone, anyone, that thought was absurd... though some deep part of herself knew that there was something wrong in those thoughts, had she not some short while ago been thinking on how much she was aware of her own weakness, was she not constantly reminded that she was not a god and rather was constantly aware of her own weakness, of how many many people could squash her like a bug, even as she grew in strength and gained power that would bring jelousy from many that small part of her continued to whisper of the weakness within her, that small part of her sensed that something deep within was wrong, something some small part of her twisted and began to break under the weight of this change, this corruption, this willingness to do whatever it took to achieve power and somehowe subsequently indulge in the absurd

wc: 3027

Mon Apr 03, 2023 6:04 am

it was of course at that point that that seed within her that small remaining bastion of her soul that had begun to twist and warp under the strain of what was happening to her began to rebel, it began to lash out seeking some desperate thing to cling to, dear reader this was the point where that last bastion of Rin's true self would fade where she would be reduced to nothing more but a raving monster in human flesh, a demon much like the creature that created her in the first place this was when that last shred of humanity, lashing out in desperation dear reader would, failing to grasp hold of anything, unable to find any purchase of value, unable to grasp anything but the shreds and strands of fate woven by the words of that small, quiet subtle voice that had slowly wormed its way inside her story, that small slim voice which... no no that's not right, that's not how this story goes...

In a flash the fire within Rin's core lit up, the soulfire now ignited and pointed at a target lashed out consuming the worming genjutsu that had slowly been weaving its way inside the shinobi, engulfing and cleansing those strands of foreign chakra which had subtly been worming their way into her psyche and changing her in horrible ways, the foreign chakra cleansed she sat up finding herself not where she thought but rather back by the strange slot machine, a shred of burning paper lying on the ground

twc: 257

Kira = 3389
Rin = 15528

threadwc:18,917

wc unassigned to missions: 9917

Completed Missions:: Rank: E
Mission Location: Tea Country
Challenges: Arc
Description: A few of the Casino Workers have mentioned seeing someone lurking among the casino grounds and have asked you to investigate if they are a paying customer or a target for security.

This mission is repeatable but rewards will be halfed. This mission can only be claimed for a power-rank up once.
Word Count Requirement: 500
Rewards: 1000 Ryo / 10 AP / 3 Chocolates

Name: H. E. A. R. T. Helping Errant Ambling Ravenous Travellers:
Rank: D
Mission Location: Tea Country
Challenges: Arc
Description: Your first job for the big event is to run one of the many many snack stands that is serving the Travellers that arrive at the Castle. However During the Serving of many many customers you overhear some darker plans and plots.. The creepy guys are always going to be creepy, but this is no place for that. There are several of them leaving odd notes with several people. Handle the creepers how you see fit, as long as no one is killed. Beat them up or scare them away or embarrass them into leaving, but no killing allowed!

This mission is repeatable but rewards will be halfed. This mission can only be claimed for a power-rank up once.
Word Count Requirement: 1000
Rewards: 2000 Ryo / 10 AP / 4 Chocolates

Name: F. L. I. R. T. Fortifying Libations Incessantly Refilled Tonight:
Rank: C
Mission Location: Tea Country
Challenges: Arc
Description: The Party is going off tonight and there is a LARGE Open bar being held with a lot of people expected to be dancing and carousing and mingling, however the mystery of the missing people has the Pervy Sage on edge. He has asked that you Oversee the party and ensure that people do not get too rowdy and that no one sneaks off without supervision. He has made it clear that no one is to disturb him in his private booth that is overlooking the main part and has assured you all that he will be keeping a close eye on things.. But the giggling from inside the door says otherwise.. Be careful, there are sinister things afoot!

This mission is repeatable but rewards will be halfed. This mission can only be claimed for a power-rank up once.
Word Count Requirement: 2000
Rewards: 5000 Ryo / 25 AP / 7 Chocolates

Name: K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Killer Infiltrates Serendipitous Shindig Interrupting Novel Gathering:
Rank: B
Mission Location: Tea Country
Challenges: Arc
Description: The person leaving the Mysterious notes to people at the gathering has been identified as a notorious Missing ninja known for seducing his targets with special gifts and notes and luring them into a secluded place and taking their lives. There is No motive other than the taking of life that is known.. But it is up to you and the rest of your group to not only find this ninja but capture them if possible. There is a missing person that has been reported recently as well. This person may be one of your party members but they will start as captives with their hands bound and mouth gagged and be in danger until the rest of the group finds them. The mission is complete once the Killer is either apprehended or defeated!

This mission is repeatable but rewards will be halfed. This mission can only be claimed for a power-rank up once.
Word Count Requirement: 3000
Rewards: 7500 Ryo / 37 AP / 10 Chocolates / 1000 Casino Chips

Half reward repeated missions

Name: K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Killer Infiltrates Serendipitous Shindig Interrupting Novel Gathering:
Rank: B
Mission Location: Tea Country
Challenges: Arc
Description: The person leaving the Mysterious notes to people at the gathering has been identified as a notorious Missing ninja known for seducing his targets with special gifts and notes and luring them into a secluded place and taking their lives. There is No motive other than the taking of life that is known.. But it is up to you and the rest of your group to not only find this ninja but capture them if possible. There is a missing person that has been reported recently as well. This person may be one of your party members but they will start as captives with their hands bound and mouth gagged and be in danger until the rest of the group finds them. The mission is complete once the Killer is either apprehended or defeated!

This mission is repeatable but rewards will be halfed. This mission can only be claimed for a power-rank up once.
Word Count Requirement: 3000
~~Rewards: 7500 Ryo / 37 AP / 10 Chocolates / 1000 Casino Chips~~
Rewards: 3750 Ryo / 19 AP / 5 Chocolates / 500 Casino Chips

Mon Apr 03, 2023 6:11 am

1000 Ryo / 10 AP / 3 Chocolates

2000 Ryo / 10 AP / 4 Chocolates

5000 Ryo / 25 AP / 7 Chocolates

7500 Ryo / 37 AP / 10 Chocolates / 1000 Casino Chips

3750 Ryo / 19 AP / 5 Chocolates / 500 Casino Chips

Total Mission Rewards

19250 / 101AP / 29 choc / 1500 chips

Rank bonus for V+C = 10,000*5*2(100,000)

Rank Bonus for Rin = 15,000*5 (75,000)

303 ap to ryo = 15,150

Total Ryo Rewards 209,400/ 87 chocolate / 4500 chips

Moving everything to Rin for ease of tracking

Mon Apr 03, 2023 8:12 am

Approved

Tue Apr 04, 2023 2:11 am

TWC: 15,528
Codex
3rd tomoe 3991/4500 + 509 -> 4500/4500 Previous trained here
Mangekyo- 6000/6000

Learning Sensory Specialty as second spec- > 1500/1500
Learning Fuinjutsu as Tertiary Spec -> 3000/3000
Learning water as secondary element -> 1500/1500

Vis
Learning Weaponry as second spec 1500/1500
Learning Pupetry as tertiary spec 1519/3000

Tue Apr 04, 2023 9:43 am

Approved