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?
[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 . . . ?
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.]
Why is it that almost every reading I give, someone asks that? I get that I'm extremely fascinating, but surely you can't all be that invested in my little fortunes?
[Teasing, teasing,]
Not nearly anything as interesting as yours, I'm certain.
Never said boring! Quite the opposite! Quite exciting for me, not a single dull day. But simple enough in the grand scheme. Travel, friends, fighting, the occasional revelry. I’m only saying compared to someone like yourself, who’s seen a share of history, might find it a bit underwhelming.
[ That second bit makes him laugh though, putting his hands on his chin, tail swishing a bit. ]
Believe me, I'm simpler than you think I am. At least, the way I am now.
[And a sidelong glance at Mollymauk, pursing their lips, and...]
You are someone who buries their feelings deep, deep inside, don't you? The pain...the despair...you have gone through much, but you put on a face, and want others to see that and nothing more. Is it the fear of being vulnerable? Or something else? I can't say, but...hm. Well, I understand.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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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[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.
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[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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[But their eyes flick to the cards on Molly's side, all before they are put away.]
Mm, yes. But...did you do a reading for yourself, too?
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[Teasing, teasing,]
Not nearly anything as interesting as yours, I'm certain.
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I know who I am, so the fortune comes as little surprise. You, on the other hand...
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Ah, I’m fairly simple. Not much depth, you see. No past, bloody present, uncertain future. Like most folks you meet along the way.
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[A light grin.]
You don't want to be perceived for who you are, do you, Mollymauk?
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[ That second bit makes him laugh though, putting his hands on his chin, tail swishing a bit. ]
And how do you perceive me, fortune teller?
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[And a sidelong glance at Mollymauk, pursing their lips, and...]
You are someone who buries their feelings deep, deep inside, don't you? The pain...the despair...you have gone through much, but you put on a face, and want others to see that and nothing more. Is it the fear of being vulnerable? Or something else? I can't say, but...hm. Well, I understand.