07-10-2024, 03:09 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2024, 03:10 AM by Jaxen Marveet.)
Jaxen felt like a puppeteer with his happy little marionettes dancing throughout Nox’s house. The place was a shithole, but then again, he’d stayed places much worse. Good thing the mask hid his smirk, because actually it wasn’t bad. He slithered between the asscheeks of people dancing in the close quarters and found himself face to face with a beauty in a round black mask. Another smile split his lips, but of course, all emotion was smothered by his mask. Instead, he tipped his head to the side and put a finger to his lips to signal a silencing shh. That same finger curled to beckon her closer.
Interestingly, Jaxen was wearing black driving gloves. His mask didn’t even have a cutout for his lips; he was taking the anonymity thing very seriously. Which meant that any fun times would take place farther south of the face.
By the time he checked his shoulder, she was gone, and no amount of tippy toes spied her again. “Her loss,” he said to himself.
Shortly after, he found himself in the kitchen. There were straws a plenty for people to safely sip their drinks without revealing a well-turned chin. Speaking of, he dropped one into a vodka and lime, and joined a poker game in progress. He pulled out his dark wallet and showed his Black Chain buy-in; a substantial amount of illegally traded internet coin, Obscurium.
The availability of Obscurium was highly limited, controlled by elite hackers who mined it through complex cryptographic puzzles and illicit digital heists. The demand originated from those needing to remain anonymous and untraceable, including cybercriminals, activists, and dissidents. Obscurium was prized for its advanced anonymizing technology, a quantum encryption, ensuring transactions can never be traced. This feature boosted its value among users who prioritized privacy over everything else.
Obscurium accepted. Then, the cards were dealt.
((I didn’t describe the appearance of the other players in case someone wanted to join))
Interestingly, Jaxen was wearing black driving gloves. His mask didn’t even have a cutout for his lips; he was taking the anonymity thing very seriously. Which meant that any fun times would take place farther south of the face.
By the time he checked his shoulder, she was gone, and no amount of tippy toes spied her again. “Her loss,” he said to himself.
Shortly after, he found himself in the kitchen. There were straws a plenty for people to safely sip their drinks without revealing a well-turned chin. Speaking of, he dropped one into a vodka and lime, and joined a poker game in progress. He pulled out his dark wallet and showed his Black Chain buy-in; a substantial amount of illegally traded internet coin, Obscurium.
The availability of Obscurium was highly limited, controlled by elite hackers who mined it through complex cryptographic puzzles and illicit digital heists. The demand originated from those needing to remain anonymous and untraceable, including cybercriminals, activists, and dissidents. Obscurium was prized for its advanced anonymizing technology, a quantum encryption, ensuring transactions can never be traced. This feature boosted its value among users who prioritized privacy over everything else.
Obscurium accepted. Then, the cards were dealt.
((I didn’t describe the appearance of the other players in case someone wanted to join))