(OOC: Sorry for the wait, been having issues with alerts lately.)
The Buizel hummed to himself, his eyelids falling to half lidded. A light smile crossed his face, undisturbed by the sudden show of bravado or the stench of alcohol on the Monferno's breath. Seemed like it was time to improvise. Seth honestly felt he was better at thinking on his feet, anyway.
He swiped his paw across the box, picking up the cards as he went. He flipped them face down and spread them across the box again. "Three-card Monte is a confidence game, or a small con, if you prefer. It's all about making the mark think they've won, when really, there never was a way to win at all," he explained, "It's a lot like your situation, or so a little birdie tells me."
He started shifting the cards around the box, moving one card to where another had been sitting, then selecting another card and repeating the process. "In a normal game, you'd be watching my paws, trying to keep track of the Queen. After all, she's the money card, you have to find her to win," he continued, "I want you to do this. So much so that I might make a 'mistake.'" He punctuated this by sliding a card so fast it flew off the table, hitting the ground on a corner - and bending that corner in - before landing face up, revealing the Queen of Hearts.
The Buizel picked up the card, and brushed dirt off its surface, before laying it face down on the box again, without fixing the bent corner. "Mistake made, you might think that now you have the advantage," he tapped the back of the bent card, then got back to reorganizing the set, "this is what you see, you think that it must be true, but really, this is just a distraction from what I don't want you to see."
With the bent card back in the center, he stopped shuffling, laying a paw on either side of the set, "You get what I mean? Really, I haven't made any mistakes at all." He flipped over the left and right cards, whose designs had changed radically. Both were marked as the Jack of Spades, but rather than the stylized design that had been printed there before, the picture looked more like the mugshot of a wanted poster. On the left card, a Noivern with a cut out of one of its ears. On the right was a Lucario, wearing a gi, bandanna, and eyepatch.
"You may think you've avoided all the traps, tricks, and dead ends along the way, but really," he paused, flipped over the bent card, "There was no way to win at all." The card that had surely been the Queen of Hearts was now also a Jack of Spades. The mugshot on this card was of a robed figure in a hood that concealed all facial features. The robe clung tightly to the Pokemon underneath it, but it was still somehow impossible to tell what that Pokemon was.
"From the moment you stepped out of that prison, you have been hunted."