It was a slow day at the Den- Vex figured the rest of the Wolves were probably out stealing, mugging, or whatever it was each of them did to get paid. He, on the other hand, was doing something rather rare for him: practicing. One thing that had always been a bit of a problem for him was creating different illusions while maintaining a disguise- so he'd decided it was time to fix that.
Instead of looking like Vex Idrian, the man sitting at a table spreading cards out before him appeared as a tall, dark haired man in his late twenties, elegantly dressed and wearing a cap with a bright red feather in it. The cards on the table, meanwhile, kept flashing between different faces and values. At times there were two of a certain type, or none of another, but not for long as Vex worked his magic as quickly as he could. If he could get quick enough with these, he could work on keeping them up. If he could learn to keep the illusion up long enough, he could finally use those blank cards he'd made.... and then he'd essentially be able to win as much as he liked.
Then it all fell apart. A queen of diamonds was meant to become a six of clubs, but ended up a nine, and in correcting that mistake he lost control of three other cards, and from there it all went south. His disguise was blasted into pieces, leaving him just him in his shabby street clothes- although he did still have the nice hat- and in a panicked swipe of his arms (reflexes, sometimes physical movement helped focus his magic) he knocked half of the cards to the ground. "Arrgh! Got cocky... stupid cards... something in this room screwing with my magic..." Anyone walking in would see a very red faced, very annoyed Omega Wolf grumbling and stooping to pick up the scattered cards.
