Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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Overflow: May, An Inauspicious Arrival

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hei | darker than black | witch.

[dipolar]

BOALTINN.

(hei—posted at a shoddy, makeshift fortune-telling booth—has robbed a witch of their dazzling, star-print cloak and is now providing divinations for a small fee of twenty cunes. the chance of them being a hoax is extremely high, but aren’t you curious about what the future holds? can you really turn the opportunity down?)

Ah, you've got the air of misfortune. (and that’s his terrible bait and hook. a man’s gotta’ eat.) I'd sit, if I were you.

(take a load off, put some money in his tin can, and find out what horrors are in store for you today.)

NETWORK, UN: HEI.

To whom it may concern:

Some sort of perfume has been sprayed on me. It's attracting monsters and the attention is unwanted. What sort of substance is this and how do I get rid of it? I'd rather not meet you for reasons already stated, so make your cases here. Keep it concise.

boaltinn.

[witchdaggah]

[ The big cat girl with pink hair finds nothing unusual about this. In fact, this is par for the course.

Mae Borowski puts her fists on her hips, looking as if she might just sit down.

Maybe. ]

Look, you are not the first person in a cloak to tell me I am cursed, buddy. What's her offer this time?

[dipolar]

Then maybe you shouldn't– (wait, chastising her for trusting strange people in cloaks is counterproductive to what he's spent time and effort making here, he should shut up and get spiritual,) –deny you are, if you keep hearing the same thing over and over. Doesn't that make it more believable?

(receptive to the talking cat, pretty par for the course for hei, he motions with a gloved hand towards the stool set up in front of his table.)

It's only a palm reading. I just need to touch your... paw, then in a few moments things'll be clear to me.

boaltinn

[transfusionem]

["The air of misfortune" shocks a laugh out of Adelaide - it's just so cliched fortune teller that she wasn't expecting it in the slightest. She at least recognizes that laughing in someone's face is rather rude, but...]

You should work on your sales pitch.

[She says, as she slides into the seat across from him. She has to see how terrible this goes.]

Nice cloak, though.

[dipolar]

It's a loaner. (he replies, gloved fingers lacing on the table before him as adelaide takes a seat.)

Surprising to find a skeptic where magic exists... divination's only one of many schools of it. (as a new witch he's barely had time to learn many spells, but having been conned earlier in the day by the same person who "gave" him this cloak? well, hei's now familiar with this ridiculous fortune-telling.) What part of your life would you like me to See?

[transfusionem]

Really? Shame you'll have to give it back.

[Her mouth twitches, and she hums thoughtfully.] Magic is one thing, but seeing the future when any little thing could change it... Seems a bit complicated for only 20 cunes.

[But, still, she's playing along.] Do you have a specialty?

text; un: sasukeuchiha

[eyeforaneye]

Take a bath or jump into the ocean.

I have no idea what you've been sprayed with but it seems like an obvious solution. That's my case.

Watch out for merrow.

[dipolar]

Merrows are monsters and it'll attract them, too. Blood in the water.

Any other suggestions, seeing as I have no bath available?

[eyeforaneye]

Of course, why else would I say it? [ Welcome. ]

Find an available bath. There are public ones and dealing with issues from barging in with or without payment is less problematic than being mauled by monsters immediately.

[ ......... okay fine ]

Do you need help in person?

un: itachiuchiha

[anbu]

Can you clarify what you mean by 'attracting monsters'? What is their behavior toward you?

[dipolar]

Two snake men have propositioned me, one turnskin woman told me I smelled musky, and a witch told me I was going to regret stealing her cloak.

I think she was the perpetrator, but she left while some sort of oversized bird man kept hopping into my line of sight.

[anbu]

[..........]

Why did you steal her cloak?

boaltinn.

[mensrea]

Huh? [ Brown eyes flick from the man to the chair opposite of him, then back again. ] Oh, thanks.

[ Having been invited to do so, Stiles sits down.

…And then proceeds to ignore the stranger entirely, taking this opportunity to poke at the bowl of jellied eels he just bought from a nearby food stall. ]

[dipolar]

...

(god, that eel smells so good he could throw the tarot cards and fake bones off of the tabletop and grab the bowl from him. his jaw aches he's so hungry, the gnawing kind that makes him feel weak and irritable. in response to this, hei kicks the leg of stiles' chair with the heel of his shoe.)

This is a business, not an open air café. Either you pay to sit there, or move away from here.

[mensrea]

Hey!

[ That sharp protest comes in response to the heel kicking at the leg of his recently claimed seat, one which he doesn’t intend to give up without a fight. As he’s jostled, the eel chunks slush noisily in the gelatinous, cubical slop of jelly – wafting that tantalizing smell in Hei’s direction. ]

You didn’t mention payment when you told me I should sit. Do you even have a license to be out here?

boaltinn

[devilyouknew]

Of course I do. What's your point?

[Takizawa doesn't sit and instead stares at the chair as though it might bite him in the ass if he did. He's not into carnival fortune-telling cons like this - especially if they're not at least being handled by an attractive woman.

Not that any such woman would likely want to touch his hands in the first place.]

Is this even working out for you?

[dipolar]

(motions to his collection tin, giving his visitor a once-over.)

I've made forty cunes. That's two sessions... and I'm sure they'll be back once they realize how accurate my fortunes are. (not to brag, or anything. hei leans back almost leisurely, arm hooking over the back of his seat.) You're detracting from business if you just stand there like that.

[devilyouknew]

You look like a damn idiot.

[Even as Takizawa mutters this under his breath, he pulls the chair out in order to slump into it, arms crossed over his chest.]

Is this a witch thing? We don't have any of our original abilities here so I don't see how good any of your fortunes could be.

[He had his palm read at a carnival once, back before he joined the CCG. The lady told him he'd live a long and accomplished life. He sincerely questions her definition of "accomplished".]

boaltinn;

[auriphrygiate]

Oh, really? Mine or someone else's?

[ an air of misfortune? around the very tall elf wearing the dark and possibly blood-stained armour with a twin pair of cruel looking blades suspended from his belt? his entire left arm seems like it's artificial too, made entirely of some kind of dark metal. it looks like he just rolled up off a battlefield (spoiler alert: he did). so it's definitely not a ridiculous assumption.

he sits down and leans forward, tucking a bit of money into the cup before looking to hei expectantly. he has to see how this goes.

there's nothing in his body language that's overtly threatening which contrasts with the whole 'death and pestilence' motif of his armour. it's very in your face. there's some bit of magic to it too, as every so often one of his pauldrons opens up and something like a tongue shoots out. this is FINE. ]

I'm listening.

[dipolar]

(traejan looks fresh from a video game convention, but hei knows better; the armour's functional. a living thing, perhaps enchanted here with some foul sorcery. his attention is begged and given sparingly, preferring to watch the man's eyes to ensure he's not about to get shaken down for the paltry amount of money he's made, expression drawn into subdued curiosity.

that's what killed the cat, mao was always quick to remind him. ironic, huh?)

... depends on where the blood's from. (hei can't imagine the general population'll take kindly to evidence of wanton violence, and already there are people staring at they pass them by.) I need a bare hand. Then I can read what's in store for you in the near future. If karma's got any say... expect the worst.

[auriphrygiate]

Huh? Oh..

[ yes, just "oh" like oh, haha, i've forgotten that someone's done a lot of bleeding on my person like it's completely normal. which it is, for him. ]

There's a war on where I'm from. We were kind of in the middle of that before I got pulled into this place. A dress shop, actually. They were much less happy about the situation than I was..

[ he pulls one glove off to reveal... a perfectly normal right hand. it's actually healthier looking than usual, on account of the fact that he's just alive here now apparently. the only noticeable thing is a scar on the back of his hand that seems runic in its shape. he still seems completely willing to play along with this, if only to find out what the worst could be. ]

Karma, hm? For what it's worth, that particular battle was totally in self-defence..

wildcard

[trost]

[ There's a potion seller going around and spraying this new magical perfume in people's faces. After giving the guy a good rattle, Jean's been cautious for the most part, keeping an eye out for any strange magical happenings in his body. So far, things seem to be the norm. It might have been a dud after all. After a few hours of relative normalcy, he decides to go into the hunting grounds to try and work some magic out of his system. He's heard about how too much can make a witch go boom, and since it's Mikasa that said that, he believes it.

Here's where he spots Hei, the other unfortunate sod who had perfume sprayed at his face earlier that day. He kind of remembers him because it's rare that he sees any Asian-looking male, so those features stand out to Jean. ]

Oh. You're that guy I saw at the marketplace just now, aren't you? Talk about coincidences.

[ What they don't know is that the true effect of the perfume will make itself known soon .... or something??? ]

[dipolar]

(christ, not another one. he half expects to see some gangly naga, or a turnskin to be sniffing after him. to his muted surprise—and momentary pang of relief—it's another witch. humanoid, at least, and familiar.

his fingers come away from the forearm-length blade strapped tightly to a hip to greet jean.) If you're sure a "coincidence" is what this is... I don't take kindly to being followed. (literally why would he do that? does the contractor's skepticism know no bounds?

regardless of whether or not that's true, a chance meeting is the least of their worries and they're out here together now. hei's neck cranes, attempting to peer over the slope of jean's shoulder, checking to see if he's been tailed. something reeks and it isn't them.)

You haven't managed to wash the scent off of you, have you.

network. i'm so sorry

[callthedawn]

awdyhoual;righght

[ how does she keyboard. ]

[dipolar]

If you're dying, I'm not the right person to inform.