A smile formed on Martha's lips as she watched Raina's fighting spirit radiate from her eyes,
"You know what, let's do it in the Gambit style," She took out a small red pouch, spawning out a green token, "10,000 Tokens to bet you can't."
The token quickly disintegrated as a screen took its place.
[A bet has been proposed.
Martha Goodsman (12,000) - Alice Liddell (6)
Bet: 10,000 tokens
Duration of Bet: Max. (10 years)
Condition: Meet the Rift Leader alongside Wickler
Warning: [Alice Liddell] will go into debt if lost the bet.
Proceed? Accept/Decline [1/2] (Both parties are required to accept the bet to continue)]
"What happens when you go into debt…?" Raina raised an eyebrow,
"50% of any token you earn will be sent over to me until the debt is repaid." Martha smiled, "Oh, and you will be loaned to me during that period."
Raina let out a small scoffing laughter, "And you want me to go into debt?"
"Only if you lose," Martha responded with a smile of her own, "Why? You backing out?"
"Hah," Raina covered her mouth, "Are you finally revealing your true self?"
"No, I'm just seeing an opportunity to invest." Martha replied as she crossed her arms, "So are you backing out?"
"Fuck no," Raina chuckled, tapping the Accept button without hesitation. The screen disappeared the way it appeared.
"How are you so gullible, newbie." Martha's eyes suddenly slanted as she watched the bet become successfully processed, "Just a little provoking and you've bet your life away. I've even warned you so many times," Her voice cracking up as she held her stomach in laughter.
"You-" Raina frowned at the reaction as Martha slowly calmed down,
"Well then. See you, newbie. I'll catch you next time." Martha let out a small wave as she turned around and simply walked away, heading into the apartment complex. Stopped by the entrance as another figure stepped out. A tall black-haired individual who was followed by an entourage of others.
The man stopped as he saw Martha, talking with her for a few seconds before they both turned to Raina, Martha giggling slightly as the man simply looked. Without warning, the man began walking over, the previously enamored Martha staring at the man's back with confusion before chasing after him.
"Alice Liddell, is that right?" the man's deep baritone voice entered within Raina's earshot.
"Lezlo!" Martha's voice rang out behind him, as she grabbed his arm,
Raina eyed the two as she took a step back, "What do you want now?"
"It was just a simple question, why are you backing away?" Lezlo tilted his head as he took a step closer, "You must be the infamous 2 million. I've heard much about you in the few hours you've arrived."
"What. do. you. want?" Raina emphasized her words as she squinted her eyes,
"Feisty," Lezlo smirked, grabbing her arm, "How much is this tempestuous woman worth?" He flipped over her wrist as he sucked in a breath of cold air,
"Steep," He chuckled, reading the digits and letting go of her arm, "How about we play a game together? A simple game of…" He looked around before pointing at a small table by the road, "A simple game of blackjack. 7 rounds. All in."
Raina glanced at the table and back at the Lezlo, his supporters all slowly surrounding her, "I'm not allowed to say no, am I?" She scoffed, to which the man smiled,
"You're getting the gist of this real quick," He gestured Raina and his supports over, Raina peering at his wrist as he did so, her eyes widening,
"0?"
Lezlo's head turned, his arm pulling back almost instinctively, "Here's a tip for you, Liddell. You should learn to keep some things you see to yourself."
"How is it a 0?" Raina frowned as she glanced up at his eyes, only to see he was already staring at her. His dark brown eyes looked to be staring straight through her as his blonde dyed hair slowly fell to his face.
"It means," He looked down at his arm with a smile, "I'm no one's slave," His eyes glanced back up as it glowed a light blue, "So no more questions."
"Gak!" Raina let out a choke as she felt herself being lifted into the air with a pair of invisible hands around her neck. Her feet dangling above the ground as her hands gripped at her neck.
"Let's start the game."
Without warning, her body flew backward, landing on a stiff metal chair. Lezlo walked casually over and sat across from her as a worker brought over a fresh deck of playing cards.
"Blackjack. Set Bet. All in." Lezlo ordered, leaning forwards as he rested his arm on the table, leaning his head on his hand.
[A bet has been proposed.
Lezlo Murdock (3,057,285) - Alice Liddell (6)
Bet: All in.
Condition: Blackjack - Winner of 7 Rounds
Proceed? Accept/Decline [1/2] (Both parties are required to accept bet to continue)]
A smirk etching up from the corner of his thin cold lips.
"Shall we begin?"