In His Element (open)

[Ϛ The magician]

Las Vegas.

One of the few places in the world where he could wear what he liked and not draw the attention and suspicion of anyone in the area. Not that he minded attention, it was just that when those men in the uniforms with the guns came after him things tended to get ugly and/or complicated, and quick. And for some reason they bothered him a lot when he wore what he usually did. What was wrong with a fuchsia tuxedo and top hat, a yellow cape, half a clown mask, and purple hair, among other eccentricities?

But here, in the city of neon and flashy colours, nobody gave him a second glance unless he wanted them to.

Nonetheless, he had chosen to wear something a lot more subdued today, mainly because he was playing a game and it always worked best when he was as low key as possible. The game was something called 'gambling', something that everyone seemed to like but was terrible at. Didn't they all know how much easier it was to win when one simply used their control over the flow of time to take all the chance out of it? He knew that when he did this in real time everyone got upset with him, but it didn't seem to bother them when he used his powers to do it.

The thought that maybe they couldn't tell he was cheating when he used his powers didn't even begin to occur to him.

[jynx]

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[/color][/font] felt the chip she had found, roll through her fingers, it was one for $1,000 dollars in Ceasar's Palace, oh, she'd definitely go cash that in - might as well. Tucking it safely into her shorts pocket, she laughed lightly, before soon, in the woman's bathroom, she began to shrink. Granted the process didn't take her as long as it usually did, feeling herself shrink to her small stature of about 8 inches, she unfurled her butterfly wings and jumped up. Fluttering them, she quickly headed up to the vent, checking around her, the dust off her wings, as she had it, quickly used the illusion gift of it to hide herself from another woman's eyes who was in the bathroom. She'd heard sometimes people stored chips up in vents, and she wanted to be sure. Squeezing through the vent slides, glad she was this small, she found some chips, about 7 grand worth. Wide-eyed, she shook her head. She shouldn't do this - but - she was donating most of her money anyway for the students of the Academy. Pausing, the faerie noticed a nearby woman in the bathroom, frowning. Landing on the metal softly, the blonde peered down as the woman then vanished, and she was alone in the vent and bathroom. Quickly dropping the chips into her purse below, she tied back her wavy blonde hair into a ponytail before climbing through, dangling and letting herself dangle for a few moments before gliding down.

the[/font] faerie quickly, as she could anyway, shifted back into her regular-sized human form. Stumbling slightly, she sighed and hid her wings once more, before stepping out of the bathroom stall, untying her ponytail and heading back outside. Ah, yes, Vegas. The lights, the neon brightness, the gambling, the shows, booze, parties and more. It was always so fun to see all the humans, running mindlessly about. Personally, she was partially excited to think that she could walk around with her wings out, though if someone asked her where she'd gotten them, she didn't approve of lying, so she'd have to bend the truth or something. So, she settled for staying as she was. Feeling the heat of the day begin to fade, the faerie was tempted to turn back, before noticing a black jack table inside the hotel she was located in, was partially empty, except for another man. Pausing, she fiddled with the chips in her purse, before she stepped up to the table. The dealer looked to her quietly and seemed as if he were about to ask for an ID before she pulled out the chips and placed them on the table, "All in."[/color] she had a feeling tonight would be an interesting night.[/SIZE][/font]

when she started to win, she laughed happily and ordered herself another tonic and water, before realizing how high she was. Pausing, seeing people around the table, the faerie paused and mused, "I think I'll color out."[/color] Getting away from the table with the money in chips she had, she stumbled and hit a guy in his chest, her clumsiness coming in handy, "I'm sorry about that."[/color] She apologized and continued on, before suddenly, someone decided to leave their dark-colored purse on the ground, and her foot caught it. Landing on the ground, the faerie yelped and lifted up her wrist which had hit the side of a set of stairs leading to another level of different tables. Nursing it for a moment, she cursed her luck - great, now Levi would need to heal it for her most likely. Sighing softly, she looked up in surprise when she heard someone speak to her.[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[Ϛ The magician]

"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going!"

It was the man she had hit in the chest, and he didn't seem to appreciate that she had caused him to not only spill his drink all over himself, but also to knock his chips all over the place, many of them rolling to inaccessible areas. He was a meathead through and through; more fluff between the ears than a thousand down pillows, and the muscle to crush the lot of them into diamond. Clearly, he had only been winning on the dumbest luck. Even clearer, he was not pleased.

His puny mind seemed to calculate for a moment before he decided he couldn't hit a woman, and one could almost see the steam coming from his ears as he tried to formulate a plan other than the default one: Hulk Smash.

"You're going to pay for that," he growled, and it became clear that he meant literally when he threw his chair to the ground and grabbed at Jynx's chips.

Behind the scenes, time stood still, and a murderous man's twisted, subdued conscience told him that it was okay to hurt people who tried to hurt other people, especially girls. He ambled over from his own table, produced an impossibly brilliant knife from the inner folds of his clothing, and slid it with practiced ease between the ribs of the frozen man with the temper.

"Shhhhhhhhh..."

Time resumed, and the angry man came up short in his lunge for the clumsy woman's chips, staring with wide eyes at the latest development in his own torso. "How did that get there?" he whispered stupidly, his hands framing the wound like a work of art. His wild eyes rolled up into his head, and he succumbed to shock.

As his colossal frame fell to the floor, the people around him began to stir and scream, all except for one man in brightly coloured attire, who smiled at the thought of it all from his spot at a few tables away.