On her end, Ginia pulls up the rulebook for the game, skimming over and loosely familiarizing herself with the mechanics. It's not too different from the other games she's seen and learned about from Shun or Ruri. There's not too much time to get good, but she can still put up a good fight. Sharp, tactical, and rich can go a long way. It's a worthwhile thing to spend on if they can help out some kids, a business, and pop some over-inflated egos too.
The match wraps up, their primary target gloating as he wins through sheer force of power. He sits back, smug as his opponent collects his cards.
"Man, where did you get your cards from?"
Their target smirks as he makes a show of collecting his cards and putting them back into his deck box. "Oh, my uncle works for the card company so he sends me anything I ask for."
Ginia rolls her eyes and scoffs. He remains at the table, looking for anyone else willing to play, eventually giving up as there aren't any takers. He packs up and heads over to look at some of the cards in the front case, loudly bragging to anyone listening about how he has some of the cards in mint condition, first edition prints even. Eventually the other two teens wrap up their game and come over to join him. They continue to look over cards and ask about upcoming releases before eventually growing bored.
"Hey, let's go to the old man's shop. I need to sign up for a tournament." One of the teens suggests. There's casual agreement and a few comments about finding more people to practice with.
They're on their way over. Buying time.
Ginia grabs a few decks and booster packs, carrying them awkwardly in her arms as she walks into their path and directly collides with the teen in the front, bringing them and the cards crashing to the ground.
"Hey, watch it!" The teen shouts, scowling, but helping Ginia pick everything up. It buys a few minutes as she gathers up, bowing in apology, easily forgotten as they move on. She puts everything on the nearest shelf and follows after them. With a well-placed borderline, she cuts through the school bag of their main target. He shouts as books and papers drop out of the bag and begin to scatter around the shopping street.
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The match wraps up, their primary target gloating as he wins through sheer force of power. He sits back, smug as his opponent collects his cards.
"Man, where did you get your cards from?"
Their target smirks as he makes a show of collecting his cards and putting them back into his deck box. "Oh, my uncle works for the card company so he sends me anything I ask for."
Ginia rolls her eyes and scoffs. He remains at the table, looking for anyone else willing to play, eventually giving up as there aren't any takers. He packs up and heads over to look at some of the cards in the front case, loudly bragging to anyone listening about how he has some of the cards in mint condition, first edition prints even. Eventually the other two teens wrap up their game and come over to join him. They continue to look over cards and ask about upcoming releases before eventually growing bored.
"Hey, let's go to the old man's shop. I need to sign up for a tournament." One of the teens suggests. There's casual agreement and a few comments about finding more people to practice with.
They're on their way over. Buying time.
Ginia grabs a few decks and booster packs, carrying them awkwardly in her arms as she walks into their path and directly collides with the teen in the front, bringing them and the cards crashing to the ground.
"Hey, watch it!" The teen shouts, scowling, but helping Ginia pick everything up. It buys a few minutes as she gathers up, bowing in apology, easily forgotten as they move on. She puts everything on the nearest shelf and follows after them. With a well-placed borderline, she cuts through the school bag of their main target. He shouts as books and papers drop out of the bag and begin to scatter around the shopping street.