6 Golden mascot for 'the gram' - Boiler room interrogation - dead to rights - All gold everything- the block is hot! vacation is canceled.- enemy of the F'N state?
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Love Or A Magic Spell-Chapter 6 Title:
- Golden mascot for 'the gram'
- too careful?
- Boiler room interrogation
- dead to rights in Old Las Vegas vs New Las Vegas
- All gold everything-
- the block is hot! The vacation is canceled.
- "Art" appreciation combo props
-Am I an enemy of the F'N state?
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Across the world,
Away from the battleground in turkey,
Las Vegas,
Past midnight,
In the hustle and bustle of the vibrant night scene,
Suddenly several tough-looking men and women wearing gold accessories, walk through the casino floor, striding purposely toward a certain direction...
In the Center of this fierce guard team is a tall man, with gallant postures like a part of some royalty.
Draped in gold trinkets accessories and golden jewelry from head to toe,
while surrounded by followers, it was as if an Egyptian pharaoh and late 80's rap star combined with each other to make what was the style of the local mascot of the 'Golden Roads' casino, the boss, Zachary Rhodes.
When he was recognized by the previously gambling local people and tourists from around the world, they gathered around Zachary to get pictures 'for the gram' together or scream for a signed autograph.
Zachary knows these are the people who help pay the bills, so he's cordial and is rarely rude to his internet fans turned casino customers.
So Zachary sets up 3 photo group shots in a row with him in the center and took the opportunity to give a few people some luck, and took some luck away from some of those who didn't gather around him when he appeared in the casino floor out of petty spite.
Zachary gifted a round of Golden flake champagne drinks to the gambling floor on the house to amp up the night's atmosphere.
Zachary signed some more autographs until Zachary's purposely half-full ink pen runs dry and then uses it as an excuse for his security to drag him away for business.
Finally, Zachary is free and makes his way to the previous 86 guests of the casino waiting for him in the secure boiler room.
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Off the gambling floor into an elevator going down in silence until we reach the floor where the exposed cheating gambler and thief resided.
Zachary notices dripping pipes and the puddle of water beneath them.
Zachary stopped in place looking at the leak.
And then various scenarios in Naruto and spider man villain hydro-man flashed through Zachary's memories which made him frown in place.
Signaling a guard he said:
"This pipe is dripping fix it before it becomes an opening for some hydro meta-human to rob us blind, as the casino safe is not far from here, review everyone related to it from the start."
"Yes sir." They nodded and didn't think too much of the order as the boss gives strange and unique orders all the time to them.
As the diligent guard was leaving, Zachary paused in thought to himself:
'I'm I being too Paranoid, maybe, but I crossed over to a place where shock jock radio DJs can turn randomly into electricity-wielding maniacs."
So a water meta-human who is also a thief is not that far-fetched right?"
'Yes, there is nothing wrong with being extra careful now, as to not be regretting my inaction later.'
'After all, I'm figuratively and literally sitting on top of a gold mine.'
"You'll never get my Lucky charms fuckers.'
Zachary believes with conviction before resuming his walk forward again to the destination.
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I opened the squeaky steel door to see a sweating man in a messy suit, whose appearance is a bit like the sean connery of my past life.
He was handcuffed to a chair and was strangely silent despite the serious situation.
His name is Clarence Thompson, a professional Vegas gambler, casino corporate spy, and expert thief.
Guards spread out in the room, and gaze at Clarence Thompson deeply while gripping something inside their jackets.
I sat across from him and said:
"Counting cards is simple for you, while it's not illegal to do, we here at Rhodes casino prefer to rely on luck to win, all to keep it a fair environment for every one of our casual guests."
Clarence Thompson is silent and looking at the cracks in the floor tile.
Zachary said: "there are special programs for pros like you who are proud of their skills in our shop.
that program even welcomes individuals previously banned from gambling at casinos, like yourself, Mr. Clarence Thompson."
Hearing his name, Clarence Thompson finally looked up and said:
"I didn't do anything wrong, you have no proof of me cheating, and you have no right to retain me."
Zachary just smiles at his words and gives a nod to a guard.
A guard returned with a baggy of things belonging to Clarence from a body search.
the guard opens Clarence's belongings and dumps them on the table.
Inside were casino checks, spare table cards, and stolen table chips inside a palm device to hide house chips called a sub, all appearing on the circular table between the two.
Clarence Thompson said: "They are not mine, your staff is trying to frame me!
Zachary: "these items are the result of the camera body search before and no matter how careful you were these items have your fingerprints, Clarence."
Clarence Thompson: "....you had no right to search me for the planted items by your team before recording the body search."
Shaking his head Zachary says:
"Your flimsy defense won't work under the power of capitalism and with people with an IQ Clarence."
"I have you dead to rights and you know it."
"your lucky it's a different time and era Clarence, because According to the time-honored traditions of the Vegas house rules for cheating gamblers, you'd face life-altering consequences."
Clarence visibly clenched his fist at Zachary's words.
(But the aura he gave off was weird to me.
With dilated eyes and his body trembled but not out of fear like the others I gave vague laced threats at.
It was like he was excited by my words.
Is he seeking assisted suicide or is he one of those masochists?
Either way Gross.
I quickly changed my rhetoric.)
But, fortunately for us both, the Vegas laws are strict on factors not beneficial to tourism, as your not only stealing for me but stealing tax money from the people I have to pay.
It is no joke, They will exert pressure on the courts to make an example out of you Clarence.
The authorities will perform a big show in front of other gamblers as a warning, and give you the maximum under the law."
but more than punishing you under outdated house rules and or sending you up the creek for a couple of years for theft, but I can offer a different way.
Clarence Thompson seemed more distraught at these words than my previous words, I see a way now to influence him.
"Clarence, I'm more interested in the motivation of your actions, than the actions you took."
"You see, I am the curious type, Clarence."
"Only by understanding people's motivations, can we guard against them more thoroughly in the future."
"so I'm curious to understand you, as You've been a gambler all your life, but suddenly your play style changed and was wild and reckless almost... Intentional in your recklessness"
Clarence Thompson starts to perspire noticeably.
Zachary leans forward and asks:
"Why?"
"Why were you so easily caught cheating and for money that even the losing high roller gamblers like yourself would be embarrassed to leave with in the past?"
"Are you insulting my team's intelligence?-
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Suddenly I stopped talking and was taken aback.
I paused and took out a cigarette.
I don't smoke, it was a signal.
A guard lit my cigarette and nodded in understanding of my message.
The meaning is (the store is hot! lockdown, and secure the area of any bullshit happening inside or around the casino.)
I took another puff in front of the confused Clarence Thompson then fully activated my gold gold fruit ability to verify what felt earlier with My semi-passive skill, ' All Gold Sense Everything' - as I call it.
This auxiliary ability of my Gold Gold fruits is a semi-passive power able to pick up on the slightest amount of gold near me.
Whether the Gold in question is touched or untouched by me using my devil fruit restriction requirements or not.
No matter how minuscule or high the amount of the Gold is or how low the Gold purity level is, If it exists, I can pick it up when my all-gold sense is turned on completely.
As I guessed just now, Several inconspicuously expensive micro wiretaps were noticed by my ability on Clarence's body and his various accessories.
*Sigh*
I was planning to use this ability to sweep the assumed to be dry and empty gold mines in Africa on vacation with my secret team before.
A kind of treasure hunt around the world.
A both relaxing and profitable trip in search of lost, rumored, or sunken gold deposits globally.
Since I thought that everything was running smoothly and well here at the casino recently, I thought I deserve a vacation.
But I obviously thought too much.
Nothing is fine and the situation was different from what I expected.
Finding what I wanted, I readjusted my mood to keep my trademark smile plastered on my face while walking out of the boiler room with my cigarette in my mouth.
once outside, my smile disappeared and my eyes narrowed as I retrieve two things from my system, a crystal ball, and a black pair of glasses from my system storage space.
I dropped the cigarette and snuffed it out with my boot.
I place on the black glasses that I got from the system as a blind box reward.
[Sousuke Aizen- Black Frame Glasses-
Special system prop- Bleach World
Function: Increase concentration by 100% and greatly suppressed any sensible power you own that others might feel threatened by.
Aura or presence decreases by half.
Usable once a day- 1-hour limit.
]
Special system props are made when mundane or unpowered world universe props that hold great significance are endowed with some essence of the user or ability of the original owner.
For instance Naruto's headband or Deku's first hero suit, and Vegeta's scouter when he screams over 9, 000 are all turning points, or memorable moments.
The object featured is given power by the system because of its significance.
With these glasses, my mind is running +100 percent to be more focused than ever before.
Usually, I'm using this combo set of glasses and crystal ball to examine showgirls and burlesque shows for science-*cough* uh, um, I mean for "art".
I pick the snooping crystal ball of the third and begin my search by fanning out of the current immediate area, and started scanning the surroundings for a while, and investigating anything suspicious.
After a long while, my heighten scrutinizing and focused gaze paused.
I stop at the periphery of the hotel parking lot.
What I see is a blacked-out SUV parked with a bunch of day-old flyers on the windshield, I raised an eyebrow at that.
I have people make rounds to keep car squatters and broken vehicles from clogging the lot.
Using the crystal ball feature, I gazed inside effortlessly.
What I see inside the S.U.V's interior with the crystal is an augmented truck.
The back seats were taken out for a small surveillance studio with audio tools and video screens of real-time casino footage being played.
I notice secretly taken Photos of myself, my subordinates, and former employees with a lot of question marks and red lines connecting them all on a whiteboard to me.
A gruff-looking older man has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a beautiful but cold face woman was taking notes on a computer with a police officer's badge nearby.
The both of them sat with expensive headphones and a recording device in front of them, listening closely.
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Zachary was taken aback while looking at his photo with red lines branching out with all of his 'suspected' secret actions in the past.
The extraordinary means and lengths some 'interested people' took to have these forces mobilized to target him in the dark alarmed him.
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Zachary looked deeply at his pinned photo posted on a white wall, obviously secretly taken, and said:
"Well... Shit."
End-
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*This story is a Mixed plot bag, alternate DC universe setting*
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