AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
The first show with a new assistant was always rough. So much could go wrong so quickly and blow the whole thing. But tonight was different, things had gone damned near perfect, a great feat considering she had only been hired that very morning.
Nick Sharpe stood at center stage, preparing to close out the night. He was dressed in typical attire for a stage magician. His sharp tail coat and matching slacks, hands tugging at his bow tie to loosen it as he addressed the audience of the theater, "You have been a lovely audience tonight folks." He shrugged off his coat and reached out, letting it go. The coat hung there above the stage, as if caught on some invisible coat hook before rolling up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing a strange series of tattoos on his forearms before clasping his hands together.
"You all deserve just as much applause as we do up here!" He cast a glance towards the side of stage, catching sight of his assistant waiting in the wings. He had gotten lucky and the costume seemed to fit her perfectly. And gave a slight nod to her indicating for her to come join him on the stage and carrying on with his speech.
"Magic is more then just slight of hand, more then just an impressive flash of smoke."
He spread his hands and a deck of cards suddenly filled the space between them, flying from one hand to another until the full deck was held in one hand. With a gesture he launched the cards into the air.
"The most important part about magic" he said, reaching up and snagging one of the cards from the air, "is just believing."
The cards overhead exploded, a brilliant display of fireworks filling the air and the crowd erupted in a collective gasps of shock before applause filled the air.
Nick Sharpe stood at center stage, preparing to close out the night. He was dressed in typical attire for a stage magician. His sharp tail coat and matching slacks, hands tugging at his bow tie to loosen it as he addressed the audience of the theater, "You have been a lovely audience tonight folks." He shrugged off his coat and reached out, letting it go. The coat hung there above the stage, as if caught on some invisible coat hook before rolling up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing a strange series of tattoos on his forearms before clasping his hands together.
"You all deserve just as much applause as we do up here!" He cast a glance towards the side of stage, catching sight of his assistant waiting in the wings. He had gotten lucky and the costume seemed to fit her perfectly. And gave a slight nod to her indicating for her to come join him on the stage and carrying on with his speech.
"Magic is more then just slight of hand, more then just an impressive flash of smoke."
He spread his hands and a deck of cards suddenly filled the space between them, flying from one hand to another until the full deck was held in one hand. With a gesture he launched the cards into the air.
"The most important part about magic" he said, reaching up and snagging one of the cards from the air, "is just believing."
The cards overhead exploded, a brilliant display of fireworks filling the air and the crowd erupted in a collective gasps of shock before applause filled the air.