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" 'Key." He smiled. "A deal is a deal. My name is Mikael Auditore da Firenze." He pronounced it with a strong italian accent. "I would like ya to call me Fear in front of others, I don't like anyone to know my name without my permission and I assure ya that ya don't wanna discover what happens when I get mad, Father." A terrifyng grin ran through his face. "Now, if our chat has ended I'd like to get outta this place. It's givin' me shivers." He was starting to feel bad, being in a holy ground wasn't good for him and the divine energy of the church was beginning to attack him and he could feel pain on his wings. He moved them a little, creating a soft sound of feathers.
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Before looking at his hand, he said "Pants." After he looked at his hand, he smiled. "A king and An ace."
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"Yeah. I'll turn on the heater if you want?" He asked, somewhat concerned.
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He blushed. "Uh... yeah. Sure."
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He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You know there is another option besides Hit, Stay and Fold right?"
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He took his two eights and put them both face up on different piles. "It's called a split. If you have two of the same number, you can spilt them into two different hands. It's risky since you have to bet twice, but if we were betting with money, the rewards would be great." Hope explained as he put two cards face down underneath the eights.
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He nodded and handed her a card.
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He gave a chuckle. "I'll call, but since I have two hands, I'll add my socks and shoes." Hope looked at his hands, one had a total of 18 and one with 10. "I'll hit for both." He groaned in frustation as one hand busted. He took off his shoes and socks, then said, "I'll stay with the non busted one."
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"Shit." He said as he revealed a twenty. "So close..." Hope sighed and took off his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. 'One more chance...'
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He raised an eyebrow. "Do you? I have to make a comeback or my pride might not make it through this day alive, so my answer is no, I'll keep going. But I won't if you don't want to."
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He dealt out his cards and prayed for a good hand.
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He looked at his hand. "Black jack. Pants off!"
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"Auditore da Fireze, how...Italian." He said kneeling down and placing the capped bottle of holy water back in his bag, as he promised, he would not smite the demon. "Well, 'Fear' I suppose you're right, a deal's a deal. I'm a man of God, and a man of my word, and frankly, I don't think I have the power to destroy you. I apologize for my bluff, you're free to go. I'm not sure how you were able to walk on them in the first place, but never show your face upon these grounds again." Kirby stood and began to walk towards the entrance of the church, "I know you are of sin, but even thieves have a code of honor. The Devil must too." Even with his back turned to Mikael, he did not feel as if he was in danger. He knew that the consecrated land of the church would prevent the demon from using his powers against him. "I held my end of this bargain, begone Mikael."
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He dealt out one final hand for them both. The only thing they both had on were their under clothes, and this would be the final hand, unless she counted them as different articles of clothing instead of just underwear. "Stay."
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"Shit." He whispered to himself. He really didn't want to lose, but showed his hand of twenty anyway.
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He raised an eyebrow. "Unless... what?"
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"I think I did, but I wanna know if I'm right, so continue please?"
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He smiled and shook his head no. "You are not getting out if it that easily. I asked first anyways."
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His eyes started to glint with mischievous thoughts. "I'll give you to the count of three." He said as he raised a finger. "One."
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A smile started to grow on his face as he rose another finger. "Twoooooooooooooooo." He wasn't going to give in. Sides, a beautiful half-naked girl being tickled by you? Almost every guys dream.
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"That's because I'm Italian." He said before walking to the door. Before leaving he turned to the priest. "And what if I come back here? As ya said ya can't kill me." He turned again and exited the church. He sighed in relief and stretched his wings. "Don't know why, but I have the feeling that we'll meet again, Father." After saying this and without waiting for Kirby to answer, he dissapeared, the only thing left from him was smoke. He didn't go too far, he appeared on a nearby roof. "Well done, Mikael. Now, he knows your name and what's more, he is a f*cking priest. He's gonna regret this." Then, he waited on the roof for Kirby to come back to his house. "You won't sleep well this night, Father Cohen."
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He paused in his counting. "I actually forgot what I was going to guess, thus the me counting to get you to tell me cause im absolute rubbish at guessing." Hope stated.
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"Three." He finished as he pounced on her and started tickling her.
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He paused,fingers on her side. "will you tell me?"
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"Then you leave me no choice." He then continued his tickle attack.
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He stopped. "Fine." he pouted and looked down, soon enough realizing that he was still in his boxers. 'Well... I did lose...'
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"A bet is a bet..." said Hope as he stood up and took them off. Blushing, he sat back down. "And I always follow through with my bets..."
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"I dunno. This was only a temporary solution to our boredom."
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He chuckled. " "No idea.com"? That's new."
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