Jin cracks his knuckles and sits down at the table, making a big show of flexing and stretching to draw things out, get more attention, and buy the intruders more time. "Gather round! Place your bets. Chye, get these good people's attention. Where are the bookmakers? Get some odds set out here."

Chye nods, claps his hands, and jumps on a table. "Osu!"
"
あなたの賭けをしてください！是非、巨人の間の葛藤を見てください！
Anata no kake o shite kudasai! Zehi, Kyojin no ma no kattō o mitekudasai!"
[Private to GM: Place your bets! Come see the clash, between the titans!]
*penetrating voice* Chye bellowed

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 58):

The oddsmen are passing out slips inexchange for coin.

"Hey, what odds are you offering?" Jin calls over to the oddsmen.

In reply to Jin (msg # 60):

"Three to two, your favor."

Chye grabs his ale jug, unstops it, and takes a drink. Unslinging his lute, he tunes it, getting ready for the spectacle.

ooc: Gambling-12 to see if the oddsmen are being honest or crooked
13:47, Today: Jin rolled 10 using 3d6.  Gambling-11.

In reply to Jin (msg # 63):

The house is likely to be getting a piece of this,and tbe odds may suffer from lack of familiarity.


Quick contest of ST, 3 passes.

14:54, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 13 using 3d6.  performance - 12.
14:53, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 10 using 3d6.  Lute - 15.
Chye begins playing "Ambush from all sides" to mount the anticipation, and draw the crowds.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MJTeR1JZZc
The music is right, but his performance is slightly off, lacking polish.

Ales moves closer, enough to be able to cast spells if needed.  Otherwise, he appears to be a mere spectator.

Jin, seemingly brimming with good cheer, clasps numerous crowdmembers on the shoulder before sitting down. They were not here to fight. They were not here to win an arm-wrestling contest. They were not here to blend in. They were here to make a scene, draw the attention of everyone so that Iskander and Airis could scout the place out.

It didn't matter if he won or lost, as long as he kept the match going as long as possible.

"Three silver coins bet... on myself!" he cried.

Chou-Zhen gently lowers the soy sauce bottle to the table and lets the spell lapse.  He reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out a pair of Northport francs, waving at the nearest bookie.  "Two silvers on Li Mu."  Once the bet is recorded, he returns part of his attention to his meal.  Over his shoulder: "Let's see you earn the taxes you try to collect!"

Between bites, he frees his leather whip from his belt and passes it, still coiled, to his right hand, then returns to eating with his left.

22:50, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 8 using 3d6.  bard - 14.
Chye, in a stentorian display of lungs, extolls Jīn "金", as the
"ゴールデンボーイ" Gōrudenbōi *Golden Boy* Odds 3-2 in his favor, VS
Li Mǔ "李畝", アイアンアーム Aian'āmu *Iron Arm*
Trusting in the mens reputions to add some leverage, in drawing people in to bet, or at least watch.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:17, Tue 25 Apr 2017.

In reply to Chye Isuel (msg # 69):

Li Mu gestures to Jin to join him at the table for the match.


OOC
Best of three quick contests of strength

Chye puts 3 silvers ($60), on 金 , the Gōrudenbōi!
OOC: what's the payout on a bet like that?
This message was last edited by the player at 21:57, Wed 26 Apr 2017.

Jin takes his time, so that Iskander and Airis have more of it.

ooc: Passed by 6, 7, and 9.

[Private to GM:
16:41, Today: Secret Roll: Jin rolled 11 using 3d6.
16:41, Today: Secret Roll: Jin rolled 10 using 3d6.
16:41, Today: Secret Roll: Jin rolled 8 using 3d6.  ST-17.
 Would it be possible, just before winning (or losing), to turn the arm-wrestling into an arm-twist? (Martial Arts p. 82)

Basically the technique (defaulting to ST-4 (+2 for his Wrestling skill bonus)) is vs Li Mu's ST or HT. If Jin wins, he does swing cr to the arm (3d+1 including bonus for high wrestling skill). This will probably break it, which is Jin's goal - he will then start screaming at Li Mu that he should know better than to try his garbage on Jin.

That part is basically an Intimidation roll vs the crowd; Jin's intimidation is 12, +2 for a feat of strength (breaking Li Mu's arm), -1 per 5 targets present, + his Social Regard (Feared) bonus.

Let me know if this is all possible.]
This message was last edited by the player at 21:49, Tue 25 Apr 2017.

In reply to Jin (msg # 72):

Li Mu strIns mightily to hold Hin, but in the end, his arm slams into the table, with a loud clang!

[Private to Hin: the DR6 vambrace resists the breakage attempt.]

"You didn't bet against yourself, did you, Li Mu?"  Chou-Zhen, having finished most of his fish and half of his soup, turns around on the bench to watch the matches.  "I'll be pretty peeved if I find out you did!"

Chye throws up a "V" for victory!
"やった！
Yatta!"

Jin doesn't release Li Mu's arm, but instead wrenches it with all of his strength. "You come around asking ME for money, Li Mu? ME?" His face twists with rage.

ooc: Wrench Arm-13
Success by 3.

[Private to GM: If Li Mu fails to beat his ST or HT by 3, he takes 8 damage to the arm, possibly crippling it. Flexible DR (including Tough Skin) does not protect.]

Chye takes his slip, to the payout-cage, grinning like a jackal.
19:25, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 9 using 3d6.  carousing - 15.
Chye rallies with the other winners in a cheer! "Osssssssu!"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:26, Tue 25 Apr 2017.

Rising from the table, Chou-Zhen flips his whip to uncoil it and gives his widest, least human grin.

"Are you sure you didn't bet against yourself?  As I see it, you owe me two francs, and you're lucky I hadn't bet more!"

With a subtle gesture, he rises a foot into the air and flips his whip, causing the popper end to dance around the floor beneath his feet.

[Private to GM: 04:44, Today: Chou-Zhen Mou rolled 11 using 3d6.  Levitation, roll to cast (15).]

Ales, confindent that the three had everything in hand, continues to be on watch to see if there were any unusually suspicious characters roaming about.

(OOC: 16:39, Today: Ales Konstantin rolled 13 using 3d6.  Perception (13)--- to see if there was anything really out of the ordinary.)

In reply to Ales Konstantin (msg # 79):

There is a loud SNAP as Li Mu's arm xnaps at the elbow.

As Chou-Zen rises, the more superstitious of Li Mu's men turns and fkees, knocking over the waiter, and spilling noodles onto the crowd. The other tough tugs at Li Mu's sleeve, as if bidding him to flee.

Ki Mu grimaced, but does not cry out.

Chou-Zhen floats toward Li Mu, feet well clear of the ground, grinning broadly (a most unpleasant rictus).  He waves his bet slip in the strong-arm man's face.

"Do you think I haven't seen that trick elbow gag from a hundred beggars?  Where are my two francs?"