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Only those who aren't playing the same card game as me, a perfectly acceptable excuse.
[Sticking his tongue out at him. Then he cuts the deck in half and keeps shuffling for a moment before plinking three cards face down on the table.]
Right. Your past. Your present. Your future.
[Sticking his tongue out at him. Then he cuts the deck in half and keeps shuffling for a moment before plinking three cards face down on the table.]
Right. Your past. Your present. Your future.
Ahaha. Perhaps, perhaps.
[And this is interesting. The fortune-telling that Douman was more familiar with was done rather differently - to see this done without any evidence of magic was something, indeed.]
[Douman glances down at the cards.]
...Do I reveal the cards one by one?
[And this is interesting. The fortune-telling that Douman was more familiar with was done rather differently - to see this done without any evidence of magic was something, indeed.]
[Douman glances down at the cards.]
...Do I reveal the cards one by one?
[No evidence of magic, no evidence of sleight of hand, just cards on a table. He'll get the impression of someone who does this with a more barebones set up than any ritualized fortunetelling. Cards, chance, a silver (if tarnished) tongue.
Molly just smiles at that, gesturing to the card on the left.]
Normally you wouldn't, I would - energies, attunements, you understand - but. Well. Why not? Go ahead.
Molly just smiles at that, gesturing to the card on the left.]
Normally you wouldn't, I would - energies, attunements, you understand - but. Well. Why not? Go ahead.
[The back of the cards are a hand-drawn filigree - dark ink with golden highlights, the shape of the moon. The reverse sides are also handmade illustrations. someone has clearly put a lot of effort into these.
This image is of a city, floating. The direction it's facing to Douman, a creature's gigantic hand reaches from the darkness, smashing it to pieces.]
History. You've a long one, correct?
This image is of a city, floating. The direction it's facing to Douman, a creature's gigantic hand reaches from the darkness, smashing it to pieces.]
History. You've a long one, correct?
[Molly just smiles back, matching his expression.]
You did mention being human once. Must have seen a great deal of interesting things over your time. But that, of course, is only the past.
[Tapping his fingers next to the card in the middle.]
You or I?
You did mention being human once. Must have seen a great deal of interesting things over your time. But that, of course, is only the past.
[Tapping his fingers next to the card in the middle.]
You or I?
[A flip!
Somehow, the ink on this one seems more fresh. Dark and new. A man in black armor, long, dark hair, stands at the front of an army, holding a banner of silver - calm amongst the chaos of a battle, smoke and ash around them. This time, the card is upside down, giving the impression the man and his army are almost falling into the cacophony.]
Chaos. Well. That seems appropriate. It is a bit chaotic here, isn't it?
[Lightly.]
Somehow, the ink on this one seems more fresh. Dark and new. A man in black armor, long, dark hair, stands at the front of an army, holding a banner of silver - calm amongst the chaos of a battle, smoke and ash around them. This time, the card is upside down, giving the impression the man and his army are almost falling into the cacophony.]
Chaos. Well. That seems appropriate. It is a bit chaotic here, isn't it?
[Lightly.]
[Chaos, indeed.]
[Again, Douman smirks, their dark eyes almost glittering with some sort of amusement at the appearance of the card.]
Absolutely. With indulgences, and murders, and the threat of danger, at every turn.
[How very accurate. But the most important question is:]
My future, then...?
[They reach forward, and turn the card.]
[Again, Douman smirks, their dark eyes almost glittering with some sort of amusement at the appearance of the card.]
Absolutely. With indulgences, and murders, and the threat of danger, at every turn.
[How very accurate. But the most important question is:]
My future, then...?
[They reach forward, and turn the card.]
[A pair of hands holds a red eye, all-seeing, above a storm tossed sea.]
The Eye. [He looks down at it, and then rests his fingers on the edge of the card.] Something soon to be revealed. Perhaps you already know what it is . . . ?
The Eye. [He looks down at it, and then rests his fingers on the edge of the card.] Something soon to be revealed. Perhaps you already know what it is . . . ?
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Revealed?
[About this place? About the depths of their history? About who they are, what they are? About who will kill, who will die, who will suffer?]
[Douman shakes their head.]
If it is about me, well...I certainly do not divulge my secrets that easily, you know.
[About this place? About the depths of their history? About who they are, what they are? About who will kill, who will die, who will suffer?]
[Douman shakes their head.]
If it is about me, well...I certainly do not divulge my secrets that easily, you know.
Think this place has a way of worming into people's heads. [He just points at him and clicks his tongue, briefly. Airy and light.] Wouldn't underestimate it.
[He pauses, briefly to observe the cards from his side of the table. Left to right, in the reverse.
The Hand. Order. The Dream.
Then he sweeps them in quickly with a flick of his wrist and returns them to the deck.]
Satisfied?
[He pauses, briefly to observe the cards from his side of the table. Left to right, in the reverse.
The Hand. Order. The Dream.
Then he sweeps them in quickly with a flick of his wrist and returns them to the deck.]
Satisfied?
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