DominusNovus
September 30th, 2004, 09:23 PM
Campia Fonta, just south of Ostia Nova
September 1, 2692 AUC
Chris stared at the table. He frowned a little, looking at the cards. The Emperor of Swords and the Empresses of Hearts and Storms lay on the table, as well as the seven, eight, and nine of storms. Chris stared at the cards in his hand. He frowned a little more.
"Hey, Valentinius, lets get going," Dan said. Daniel Gallicus was never accused of being an overly patient man. Not that Chris could blame him, the guy had the attention span of a goldfish.
"Yeah, you don't want to keep Dan away from his precious Stacia any longer than you have to, do you?" Matthew Carbo quipped. Chris grimaced.
"Way to go, Matt. Now his gonna mope about Katalina for the rest of the night. Besides, its nearly 2 in the fucking morning. I'm not gonna bug her this late," Dan retorted.
"Shut up, will ya?" Chris said, annoyed with the bickering. "I'm sick of all this shit, I'm just gonna go all in."
"Holy Shit. Valentinius went all in," Josh said. Joshua Albianus was generally the quietest of the group. Not that he was a profound person, who spoke rarely. He just rarely had much to say. "Fuck it. I'll call it. You'll go all in with a 4 high as likely as you will with a suited march." Dan grinned. Everyone seemed to agree with the sentiment, and everyone on the table had all their chips on this one hand.
Dan spoke up. "Hey Josh? You know that suited march you were talking about? Yeah, I've a march of storms." He laid down the six and and ten of storms, along with the storms already on the table. Josh and Matt swore. Chris grinned. "I swear to God, Valentinius, if you've got me beat, I'm gonna hurt you."
"Sorry Dan. I've got Trip Houses," Chris replied as he laid the Empress of Sun and the Emperors of Ocean and Coin. It was Dan's turn to swear.
"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Christoverus Valentinius, the only man in the entire Roman Union dumb enough to sell his soul to Satan for good hands at cards. Dammit. Well, Valentinius, you'll have plenty of Bulgars to keep you company in hell, cuz I'm sure they make deals like that all the time."
"Well, Dan, its nice to know that you're not a sore loser. And quit your bitching alright? You're out five aurei. You'll go home, go to sleep, and spend tomorrow with your beautiful and adoring girlfriend. I'm gonna go home, admittedly fifteen aurei richer, and cry myself to-" Chris was stopped short as a bright flash of light shone through the windows. The walls, the table, the cards, even his friends and himself, seemed to grow blurry for a second.
"Well, what the fuck was that? It can't be a bomb, could it?" Dan said when the moment had passed.
"Dunno, I haven't smoked anything in a few months, and you guys don't do drugs," Josh replied.
"Hey, on the bright side," Chris chuckled at the accidental pun, "something interesting just happened. Worst case scenario, the Bulgars just figured out how to split the atom."
"And whats the best case scenario?" Matt asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" Chris asked.
September 1, 2692 AUC
Chris stared at the table. He frowned a little, looking at the cards. The Emperor of Swords and the Empresses of Hearts and Storms lay on the table, as well as the seven, eight, and nine of storms. Chris stared at the cards in his hand. He frowned a little more.
"Hey, Valentinius, lets get going," Dan said. Daniel Gallicus was never accused of being an overly patient man. Not that Chris could blame him, the guy had the attention span of a goldfish.
"Yeah, you don't want to keep Dan away from his precious Stacia any longer than you have to, do you?" Matthew Carbo quipped. Chris grimaced.
"Way to go, Matt. Now his gonna mope about Katalina for the rest of the night. Besides, its nearly 2 in the fucking morning. I'm not gonna bug her this late," Dan retorted.
"Shut up, will ya?" Chris said, annoyed with the bickering. "I'm sick of all this shit, I'm just gonna go all in."
"Holy Shit. Valentinius went all in," Josh said. Joshua Albianus was generally the quietest of the group. Not that he was a profound person, who spoke rarely. He just rarely had much to say. "Fuck it. I'll call it. You'll go all in with a 4 high as likely as you will with a suited march." Dan grinned. Everyone seemed to agree with the sentiment, and everyone on the table had all their chips on this one hand.
Dan spoke up. "Hey Josh? You know that suited march you were talking about? Yeah, I've a march of storms." He laid down the six and and ten of storms, along with the storms already on the table. Josh and Matt swore. Chris grinned. "I swear to God, Valentinius, if you've got me beat, I'm gonna hurt you."
"Sorry Dan. I've got Trip Houses," Chris replied as he laid the Empress of Sun and the Emperors of Ocean and Coin. It was Dan's turn to swear.
"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Christoverus Valentinius, the only man in the entire Roman Union dumb enough to sell his soul to Satan for good hands at cards. Dammit. Well, Valentinius, you'll have plenty of Bulgars to keep you company in hell, cuz I'm sure they make deals like that all the time."
"Well, Dan, its nice to know that you're not a sore loser. And quit your bitching alright? You're out five aurei. You'll go home, go to sleep, and spend tomorrow with your beautiful and adoring girlfriend. I'm gonna go home, admittedly fifteen aurei richer, and cry myself to-" Chris was stopped short as a bright flash of light shone through the windows. The walls, the table, the cards, even his friends and himself, seemed to grow blurry for a second.
"Well, what the fuck was that? It can't be a bomb, could it?" Dan said when the moment had passed.
"Dunno, I haven't smoked anything in a few months, and you guys don't do drugs," Josh replied.
"Hey, on the bright side," Chris chuckled at the accidental pun, "something interesting just happened. Worst case scenario, the Bulgars just figured out how to split the atom."
"And whats the best case scenario?" Matt asked.
"How the fuck should I know?" Chris asked.