Post by Zriracha on Feb 25, 2020 17:39:51 GMT -6
With brows furrowed in thought, Zriracha listened to the Saiyan's reason for participating in the tournament. She had thought that it was but mere fun to hone one’s skills and entertain a crowd, much like the gladiatorial events back within the Demon realm. However, when there was monetary compensation involved, the Demon winced and crossed her arms – tossing a glance back in the direction of the announcer as she contemplated something. Russe was a good kid; strong and kind but also willing to do whatever it took to care for his family.
Such a sentiment was a near and dear trait that Zriracha found quite emboldening. She looked back at Ruuse and made to tap his shoulder to gain his attention, “No, friend, allow me to reconcile the situation. It is the least I can do and I d have a modicum of magical power to assist in a unique fashion,” She brought her hand away from his shoulder, tossing him a wink before she held up her hand palm-up.
At first, there was only the spark of magic – black and foreboding – as it twisted within her grasp, before she snapped and POOF! A simple card would poof into existence. It would shine brightly with a red aura even as it seemed to be painted a lustrous black. The weight of it would feel metallic in nature as well. “Here,” She would hand it to him. Should he take it into his hands, the black card would begin to be transcribed a myriad of information that included Russe’s name and other numbers. It was a ‘DisasterCard’ – very rare currency that could fool any mortal in allowing a purchase, no matter the size. “While discrete, this little thing can help you and your family with your financial troubles. Just… don’t think about where it’s coming from. You’re a good kid and, even I am a Demon, I want to help you.” She took a step back, “It is yours to do with as you wish, Russe, but keep training! We’ll meet again!” And bounded into the air with her final boon cast.
Such a sentiment was a near and dear trait that Zriracha found quite emboldening. She looked back at Ruuse and made to tap his shoulder to gain his attention, “No, friend, allow me to reconcile the situation. It is the least I can do and I d have a modicum of magical power to assist in a unique fashion,” She brought her hand away from his shoulder, tossing him a wink before she held up her hand palm-up.
At first, there was only the spark of magic – black and foreboding – as it twisted within her grasp, before she snapped and POOF! A simple card would poof into existence. It would shine brightly with a red aura even as it seemed to be painted a lustrous black. The weight of it would feel metallic in nature as well. “Here,” She would hand it to him. Should he take it into his hands, the black card would begin to be transcribed a myriad of information that included Russe’s name and other numbers. It was a ‘DisasterCard’ – very rare currency that could fool any mortal in allowing a purchase, no matter the size. “While discrete, this little thing can help you and your family with your financial troubles. Just… don’t think about where it’s coming from. You’re a good kid and, even I am a Demon, I want to help you.” She took a step back, “It is yours to do with as you wish, Russe, but keep training! We’ll meet again!” And bounded into the air with her final boon cast.
[Exit]
