[The man moves all a-flourish, a walking contrast to Sephiroth, who’s dressed in blacks and striding with his spine ramrod, military straight. Even as the cloak flutters to the ground in the cool grass, there is nothing airy about his presence as he kneels down, settling in the proffered spot with a surprising quietness.
His concession is a quiet one. Wordless, as he pinches the fingers of his gloves to slip them both off, revealing the naked skin beneath. The area around just wrists are dotted with smaller, black feathers, matching the ones entwined in his hair.
His touch no longer muted by the thick leather fabric, Sephiroth takes the cards with ample care, and long fingers begin to shuffle them. It isn’t a practiced motion, but it is a simple one, and as he focuses on that, he speaks.]
Oh, impossible to say. The future is a living thing, it can move and change as easily as the wind, and these cards are less about telling you exactly what will unfold before you and more about.. guidance, you know?
[ he smiles easily, both hands resting on his knees, and unlike his stiff friend here mollymauk is all liquid, his joints as fluid as his speech, his expression soft and easy. he waits patiently for the shuffling to end. ]
That said, I've had more happy customers than angry ones, for what it's worth! Just try to keep an open mind.
Of course. That frees you from any liability, in the end.
[A cynical retort, usually, but he appears too unaffected to care; straddling the line of curiosity, but not striding beyond it to expect anything close to revelatory.
The worn edges of the cards glide past his thumbs one final time, before Sephiroth aligns the deck into a perfect rectangle with both hands. He offers it back to the man.]
Well, in theory, but that hasn't stopped people from finding me liable in the past.
[ no matter how nebulous fortune telling might be, people were karens even in ye olde fantasy worlds, and he's had plenty of people come back shouting and complaining that they didn't find, i don't know, a magical puppy outside their homes when they made a wish.
anyway, he takes the cards in his hands again and fans them out across his palm. ]
Now, choose the three that call to you, and place them face down in a row.
[The risk of doing business, he thinks, or the peril of a vacillating, fickle audience's whims. But he says nothing more, only reaching out to carefully pick three cards from their semicircle fan. There is no reason to his selection, beyond the randomness he’s assigned each in his head. Two close to the left side of the cards, one in the middle.
Sephiroth places them down in a row, face-down, as instructed. Straight and evenly-spaced. He keeps silent, awaiting the rest.]
[ and so we begin! molly watches while the cards are laid neatly out, one by one, with the same rigid care and movement this man his embodies thus far - strict, controlled, collected. pretty much the exact opposite of molly's fluid, relaxed demeanor.
leaning forward, he flips the first card - the one to his stoic customer's left. ]
Ah, the shadow..
[ leaning back, molly draws his knuckles over his chin, his scarlet eyes flicking over the face of the card. it's nicely illustrated, a swirling shadow of black ink is set over a starry sky, the moon in one corner, the sun in the opposite; in this spread, the sun is upward. ]
Something difficult lies ahead, a trial far more trying than choosing your breakfast or losing your wallet, naturally. A.. choice, I should think, a fork in the road, maybe a great change. Mm..
[ the second card is flipped - the platinum dragon. bright and fierce, painted flashing silver over the background of a grey, stormy sky. ]
Ah, but perhaps you are strong enough to face it. The platinum dragon.. you've a reputation, one that precedes you, perhaps. Good. Looks like you'll need it.
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His concession is a quiet one. Wordless, as he pinches the fingers of his gloves to slip them both off, revealing the naked skin beneath. The area around just wrists are dotted with smaller, black feathers, matching the ones entwined in his hair.
His touch no longer muted by the thick leather fabric, Sephiroth takes the cards with ample care, and long fingers begin to shuffle them. It isn’t a practiced motion, but it is a simple one, and as he focuses on that, he speaks.]
How often are your divinations correct?
[Not that his expectations are nearly that high.]
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[ he smiles easily, both hands resting on his knees, and unlike his stiff friend here mollymauk is all liquid, his joints as fluid as his speech, his expression soft and easy. he waits patiently for the shuffling to end. ]
That said, I've had more happy customers than angry ones, for what it's worth! Just try to keep an open mind.
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[A cynical retort, usually, but he appears too unaffected to care; straddling the line of curiosity, but not striding beyond it to expect anything close to revelatory.
The worn edges of the cards glide past his thumbs one final time, before Sephiroth aligns the deck into a perfect rectangle with both hands. He offers it back to the man.]
Here.
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[ no matter how nebulous fortune telling might be, people were karens even in ye olde fantasy worlds, and he's had plenty of people come back shouting and complaining that they didn't find, i don't know, a magical puppy outside their homes when they made a wish.
anyway, he takes the cards in his hands again and fans them out across his palm. ]
Now, choose the three that call to you, and place them face down in a row.
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Sephiroth places them down in a row, face-down, as instructed. Straight and evenly-spaced. He keeps silent, awaiting the rest.]
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leaning forward, he flips the first card - the one to his stoic customer's left. ]
Ah, the shadow..
[ leaning back, molly draws his knuckles over his chin, his scarlet eyes flicking over the face of the card. it's nicely illustrated, a swirling shadow of black ink is set over a starry sky, the moon in one corner, the sun in the opposite; in this spread, the sun is upward. ]
Something difficult lies ahead, a trial far more trying than choosing your breakfast or losing your wallet, naturally. A.. choice, I should think, a fork in the road, maybe a great change. Mm..
[ the second card is flipped - the platinum dragon. bright and fierce, painted flashing silver over the background of a grey, stormy sky. ]
Ah, but perhaps you are strong enough to face it. The platinum dragon.. you've a reputation, one that precedes you, perhaps. Good. Looks like you'll need it.