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Die never thought he could find so much comfort in the Midnight Crew's secret hideout. Just a week early the idea of these men being Felt Enemy #1 was still constantly being drilled into his mind. Look at him now. "You've got just about everything... Droog, what am I missing?" "Deck of cards?" "Your right! Deck of cards, go get those." Droog rose from his seat in the recliner, sighing while Slick grinned at him, showing his array of razor sharp teeth. The underground hideout was so much more cozy, so much more pleasing to the eye than the felt manor ever could be- though it'd take him some time to get use to the lack of windows... and the lack of clocks. "You sure you're ok? That little trick you did earlier sure seemed to wear you out." Deuce queried from the adjacent seat, tilting his round little head to the side as he spoke. "It's been long since I've performed something of that size... but I'll be just fine." His magic always drained his energy, and while that was likely to be a larger problem in the feature, at least he was being given the chance to use it. "So where'd ya learn that stuff?" "I think it's in my blood. Guess I was just kind of... born with this embedded knowledge. The rest is all from years of reading and practice." Droog returns, passing Die the deck before returning to his seat, leaning back and crossing his legs. It took a moment for the leprachaun to move his eyes away from the taller man. Die then began to take a card, flip it over and back upwards again before placing it at the bottom of the deck. He did this a whoping 52 times until the original card was back ontop. "So I can place whatever I want in here?" "Yeah. Assume you don't got a lot with you right now, maybe we can break into the manor and steal any objects precious to you." He assessed the situation, his new ebony clothing, his new home, his former gang... Your name is Die, and you just ditched the lousy lot of fools knows as The Felt to join The Midnight Crew, who'd finally put your abilities to use.