[center][h3]Organization XIII Gneidxick[/h3]
[b]Location:[/b] Devil's Casino, Inkwell Island

[hider=For Bowser Jr]Rare Spirit Devoured:
[b][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/monsterhunter/images/4/4e/MH3G-Brachydios_Render_001.png/revision/latest/top-crop/width/300/height/300?cb=20140620131626]Brachydios[/url][/b]
The green portions of Junior's exterior have turned blue. On his head is a sort of thick horn, almost like a pompadour. His arms and legs are a bit longer and thicker, with craggier blue scales toward the ends, and his tail is longer, too. Overall, he's a bit bigger, standing about a foot higher. This spirit confers the Power [b]Explosive Slime[/b]. By closing his fists and squeezing or scrunching his eyebrows, Bowser Jr can exude bright green, sticky, glowing slime from his horn, forearms, and backs of his hands. The slime sticks to them but can be rubbed or flung off, and once separated from him, takes about five seconds to change colors from green to yellow to red, at which point it explodes. He can make a fair bit of it, but will run dry and get dehydrated from overuse. This spirit also confers the Weakness [b]Rage[/b], which makes him him able to get madder than before and also makes it much harder to think straight wall angry[/hider]

[hider=For Kamek]You have acquired (at some risk):
[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/runescape2/images/c/c2/Hoe_detail.png/revision/latest?cb=20180822223104][b]Hoe[/b][/url]
For tilling the ground

and:
[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/runescape2/images/3/3e/Pitchfork_of_vigilantism_detail.png/revision/latest?cb=20130105020442][b]Pitchfork[/b][/url]
Typically used for raking hay, but those points can do some serious stabbing to other stuff, too. Deals bonus frustration damage to Witchers named Geralt

and:
[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodborne/images/6/69/MadmansKnowledge.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/340?cb=20150325200035][b]Madman's Knowledge[/b][/url]
What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp![/hider][/center]

Gneidxick sneered in displeasure as the Courier befouled his table, though the expression did not linger. Instead of running off to play, the gross man started talking. At least it looked like he understood his predicament, that he wasn't going anywhere without rolling some dice, but evidently 6 wanted to up the ante. 

“Ohh, mmm, hmhmhmhm,” the sleazy manager snickered while Courier paused to take a drink. “A kindred spirit, eh? Now we're talkin'.” As interested as the words made him sound, he spoke without real enthusiasm. Perhaps the Courier was the bigger high-roller after all.

6 proceeded to state his proposal, wagering the spirits of his entire crew against all the information Gneidxick could must, plus his own spirit, much to the astonishment of Tora, Poppi, and the others. He extended a gunk-soaked hand to shake on it, but Gneidxick's was up twisting the end of his pencil 'stache in contemplation. Without a hood to hide his face his features were plain to see, and he looked conflicted. “Hmmm...temptin', temptin'. That's sure somethin' I'd do, ain't it...?”

His brows furrowed and his hand went still. Already, cracks were forming in the Courier's plan. This wasn't some thrill-seeking lunatic who'd bet it all just for the rush. He was thinking it over, weighing losses and gains. Worse still, Gneidxick displayed no hint of want when 6 mentioned the heroes' spirits. After a moment, he clapped his hands down on the table. “But things're different here. What's your grift, huh? I ain't jingle-brained. If ya knocked off the Brach without losin' a soul, my guns ain't hard enough to do it, either. An' finger my cohorts if I lose? That ain't gonna fly.” He put his hands on his hips. “I don't like them odds, bo. An' I play to win.”

For no particular reason he followed his speech up with a chuckle. “An' even if I didn't, I don't want your grubby li'l spirits. Jus' a few black eyes. So go climb up your thumb.” A playing card appeared in his hand, and with an expert's precision he slid it across the table. It went right under the Courier, sweeping him off his feet and onto the card, before flying into one of the portals.

6 emerged onto another large table, this one covered by an immaculately white satin sheet. A quick look around made him out to be in a dining area of the casino, with giant demons, ghouls, and a few people exchanging conversation over food. Directly opposite him, however, stood [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/cuphead/images/e/e9/Cups.png/revision/latest?cb=20180130135719]three oversized glasses[/url] of liquor, unruly and ready for a swell battle.