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leoconstantinepinochle · 29 days ago

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17) freaky Owen

characters: Owen, Wallace, (Theodore)

note: guys this is so odd, it almost looks like its translated incorrectly but like, all the translations lead to owen being freaky

Owen POV:

The setting is Spada State, Shield City—inside the headquarters of Pinochle. Despite the Fourland Kingdom’s strict regulations on aesthetics, Pinochle has managed to construct one of the rare skyscrapers in Shield City while adhering to the laws. At the very top lies the president’s office.

I, Owen Alldays, usually remain stationed at the counter outside the president's office. This proximity ensures that I can respond immediately to any directives from him.

Just then, the fixed-line telephone installed at my desk rang. I brushed aside a lock of hair and picked up the receiver, bringing it to my ear.

“This is Alldays,” I said.

The voice on the other end belonged to one of the very few within Pinochle who are aware of the existence of X-playing Cards. Officially, Pinochle is an established automobile manufacturer, but only a handful of employees know about the cards or the discreet relationship the company maintains with the royal family. In fact, I suspect that the only person who fully comprehends the entire picture is President Theodore himself.

“Understood,” I replied to the caller. “I’ll inform the president before proceeding.”

Though it is widely recognized that I serve as the president's secretary, only a select few understand my position beyond that role. Even fewer are aware of the particular skills I bring to bear.

It is not a special thing to me, nor is it something I do as a hobby, but because I have this, President Theodore sees me as I truly am.

This is a blessing from God, and a divine will. There is no other way to think of it.

I hung up the phone and stood up.

I knocked on the thick door of the president's office before opening it. Taking a step inside, I lowered my head.

When I raised my gaze, a halo of light streamed through the roof, making President Theodore’s visage hard to see as he rested his arm on the armrest of the chair.

Only President Theodore and I are in this room.

A space just for the two of us.

Sometimes, I get scared of being asleep. When I wake up, I wonder what would happen if, by some chance, my boundless love for President Theodore had vanished without a trace. It would feel like waking from a dream, where everything is gone without a trace...

Such a thing should be impossible, but when I think of it, I clutch the edge of my pillow tightly. I try to stay awake.When morning comes, I find peace, knowing my feelings remain unchanged.

President Theodore's gaze is directed toward me. Just that makes my eyes well up.

This president's office is the place where I belong.

I wish to dedicate the rest of my life, the very flames of my existence—my entire being—to him.

And if possible, I hope that, at the time of my death, I can take my last breath here.

If, at that moment, President Theodore were to gaze down at me as I lay upon this carpet, it would feel as though I were ascending to heaven itself.

After I conveyed the matter at hand, President Theodore paused for a moment of contemplation before calmly issuing his instructions.

“Do not mishandle this.”

“As you command.”

Suppressing the overwhelming urge to kneel at his feet right then and there, I offered a modest bow.

The red-glowing door shut behind me.

No one knows where this place is. To be precise, it is a secret shared only with President Theodore.

A secret just between the two of us.

Ah, what a wonderful phrase. I want to say it again and again.

As I went through red labyrinth i reached specific door and entered. Although this is inside the headquarters building, this room is considered a top-secret area. No one knows where this door connects to.

The ceiling, floor, and walls are all made of gray concrete. There are only a shelf and an aluminum cart. The air conditioning is working, so there is no discomfort. The air is cool and clean, so I prefer this place. Being stuffy and hot is not something a human being enjoys.

In front of me sits a man in a wheelchair, which was brought in here.

“Kai Wallace.”

When I called out, Wallace slowly arched his back.

“Hey, who the hell are you? Where have you brought me?”

Kai Wallace. His occupation is a broker—someone who facilitates trade. He was also a player of a card called “Juggling Gun.” His card has already been taken.

When he was brought to the headquarters, he wore a tailor-made suit, but now he is dressed in a black sweatshirt. His arms are bound, and his eyes are covered. His carefully groomed golden hair is now disheveled.

I don’t answer Wallace’s question. Who I am isn’t important.

What matters is simply carrying out the president’s orders. I must fulfill Theodore’s will.

“Do you understand the situation you’re in right now?”

Wallace gives a dirty smile beneath his blindfold.

“I don’t get it. That kid must have misunderstood something and caught me. Hey, help me out here.”

That kid—Leo Constantine Pinochle—refers to Theodore’s son. He loathes me. He is nowhere close to Theodores greatness.

Wallace is someone who has been linked to facilitating card transactions, and because of that, the incompetent high card captured him. If he were an innocent person, they wouldn’t have treated him so roughly, but since this man is a small-time crook, after some interrogation, they finally managed to get him under control.

It's frustrating that someone like Leo, along with others, had to deal with this. It’s entirely unworthy of someone working for Theodore.

I was called in because Wallace refused to give up any vital information that was necessary for Pinochle. He had already been interrogated several times by the headquarters staff, but he remained tight-lipped.

They managed to discover that there was a possibility of cards flowing into Rummy College, but they couldn’t gather any concrete information, so the headquarters staff ended up seeking Theodore’s help, and eventually, the task was handed over to me.

I stood in front of Wallace in his wheelchair, looking down at him as I said, “Do you understand what’s about to happen to you?”

Wallace let out a small, derisive laugh, almost spitting the words out.

“Heh...What’s the matter? You’re here to ask about X-playing Cards, right? I’ve told you a hundred times, I don’t know anything except about my own card.”

The deadline for handing this man over to the police is fast approaching. There’s not much time left.

Personally, I have no interest in how this man is involved with the cards or what he knows about them. Whether the cards are scattered across the Kingdom of Forland doesn’t concern me in the least. I couldn’t care less about the royal family.

However, if Theodore desires something, I simply need to remain loyal and execute his wishes.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions now. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine.”

“Heh. Put some strength into your belly. You’re talking all soft. Do you even have any balls?”

Wallace interrupted with a sneer.

I took a hair tie from my suit pocket and used my lips to secure it.

Then, I tied my hair back.

Wallace is a well-known broker in certain circles. His work is respected, and he has a reputation for keeping quiet about the deals he facilitates.

He likely has some tricks up his sleeve and knows how to endure interrogation.

But that doesn’t matter to me.

“One more thing I want to make clear...”

“Speak clearly. I can’t hear you.”

“I don’t see you as a human being. You’re not even something I would call an object, there’s no room in my head to think about you.”

“Heh. Trying to scare me, huh?”

Scaring him is out of the question. I wanted to make sure he understood, as it’s painful when people misunderstand. What I’m going to do next has nothing to do with thinking about this man.

“Human senses shift in a vertical direction.”

I continued tying my hair with one hand while taking the rubber band off with the other.

“But somewhere, there’s a limit.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I didn’t answer, just continued.

“For example, eating when you’re hungry is one of the greatest pleasures.”

I threaded my hair through the rubber band and overlapped the loops.

“However, if you keep eating, your stomach will start to expand, and the satiety center will be filled. If you continue eating beyond that, it will eventually turn into pain. You must have experienced this without intending to... over-eating.”

I finished tying my hair.

I rolled it up to the back.

“Then, what about the reverse? Is there a dividing line between pleasure and pain?”

“What does that even mean?”

“You don’t have to understand it now. Your brain will eventually come to the answer on its own.”

I pulled out a case from the shelf and started rummaging through its contents. The tools inside were in disarray, not properly cared for.

“As you might have guessed, what I’m about to do is interrogation. I have no interest in sadistic pleasures, but I’ve accepted this as part of my job.”

I randomly selected some items from the case and began placing them on a cart with casters.

I’ve never really thought about how to make him talk. I’ll just try everything, one by one.

“Now, I’m going to tighten things up for you. You might think it’s better to be dead than to go through this.”

I grabbed one of the tools and examined it closely. I sprayed some disinfectant from a bottle and wiped it with a napkin. After that, I put it back on the cart, making a heavy clinking sound.

“But somewhere along the line, that pain will shift.”

Wallace stopped speaking. Watching the spirit of a man who had been putting on a brave face collapse was something some might find enjoyment in, but I’m no sadistic mastermind.

I’m simply here to do my job.

I live and die as required by Theodore-sama. That alone is my one and only wish.

Wallace started to tremble.

His confidence came from past experiences with interrogation, but I wasn’t about to give him pain or suffering.

No, more accurately, he wouldn’t even feel it eventually.

I untied my tie and pulled it off. I took off my jacket and hung it on the edge of the cart.

I unbuttoned my shirt.

I circled behind Wallace, placing my fingers on his shoulder, and slowly slid them down, moving along the gaps in his chest muscles and bones.

When my hands fully wrapped around him, I could feel Wallace shivering inside my grasp. I tightened my grip a little, as if to calm him down.

"Hey, Wallace..."

I had to relay Theodore-sama’s orders as well.

"Don’t try to escape."

I breathed against the fine hairs on Wallace’s ear, causing him to flinch slightly.

And then, for the entire time I was touching him...

As Wallace trembled, for the entire time...

As Wallace sought something from me, for the entire time...

I was thinking only of Theodore-sama.

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nafi-tan · 1 year ago

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Theory Time

Honestly, I really like finding details in openings and endings. The first things I noticed while watching the new opening of High Card was this:

If we go by the clothes, this is Ban Klondike and he is in possession of the Joker. So there does exist one. We will probably get to know this through the new season but it still a nice detail in the opening.

Another thing is this in the ending:

We can see three people sitting at a table, drinking and playing cards. These are probably Ban Klondike (front), Theodore Constantine Pinochle (left) and Greg Young (back). As we already got told in the first season, these three have known each other for a long time.

BUT! If you look at at the ending picture in more detail you can see four people. Only the hands of the fourth person (right) can be seen tho. So this leads to the question: Who is this? We will probably get to know this in some time, still here is a theory:

What if this fourth person is the father of Finn? Wide stretch, I know, but listen. In the second episode of the first season, after High Card captured Finn, they suddenly employ him. There is no definite reason said why, but they offer to take him in. While working he can earn money and be protected from other people that are after his card. It‘s also possible they do that because they need more people to help collecting cards but why take some random boy then. Any why protect him? I think they could just have taken his card and that‘s it. But the order to make him an employe came from above, from Theodore. Later on the phone he tells Bernard to fire him if he is useless, but still. Maybe he is doing an old friend a favor or there is more behind it.

Another one is this:

At the end of episode 5 of the first season, Greg views Finns profile. He is not that expressive but it still looks like is thinking about something. Is his name familiar? Maybe he reminds him of someone?

Well, that‘s more or less it. It‘s been a while and I haven‘t fully rewatched the first season yet but these are the things I noticed and kept thinking about. Take it with a grain of salt. I also haven‘t really dived into all the other materials available about High Card. Maybe after a rewatch I‘ll add stuff or come up with different theories.

Thank you for listening to my rambling and feel free to add more or other hints :)

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