Post by haybalebarn on Oct 19, 2019 8:09:34 GMT
The teller takes a moment to read Gladia's expression before he continues, but there isn't much to go off of. If anything, her expression comes across as... bored? But since she gives him nothing, the teller is forced to fill the air himself, and so he begins to speak, delicately. "Darkrai in the inverse, well, I almost feel silly having to explain it. You have a dark past, full of deeds that most would not care to know. There is a history of violence, manipulation, or both that clouds every memory of the past you might have, and given that it is the inverse, you have been the perpetrator as much as the victim. However, Darkrai implies a singular, defining moment, a great betrayal, a culmination in a single act. You are conflicted about it, it tears you up inside, and whether or not you were the perpetrator, the victim, or something more complicated, for you, the matter is far from resolved."
Gladia rolls her eyes a bit at the man, which only seems to put him more on edge as she responds. "I suppose I'll give you credit for honesty in what you believe you're reading, even if you're not as accurate as you think. What next?"
The teller nods and flips over the next card, a bit of relief on his face as the radiant Solgaleo card once again makes it's appearance, lighting up the tent. "Ah, seems you two have a bit of a linked destiny, hmm? Identical cards in the same set of reading are quite rare, even if they are not in the same position. You're at a defining moment of your life, and things are beginning to culminate. Whatever you're searching for, you've begun to take the steps to..." The man's voice falters as he glances down at the card again, his face growing pale as he recoils slightly. As Sam looks at the card, he suddenly becomes acutely aware as to why.
The bright, golden card is beginning to tarnish, dulling in color, beginning to turn black. From all around the border of the card, crimson red spikes of ink are beginning to push their way into the image, piercing it from all sides, tendrils of black and red beginning to completely blot out the image of Solgaleo, the spikes slowly pressing ever in. The fortune teller glances between the card and Gladia multiple times before standing up with enough force to knock his chair over, filled with fear and fury. "Get. Out. NOW!"
Gladia quietly stares up at him from the chair, and then slowly stands, calmly slinging her sword back over her shoulder. She slowly reaches down and grabs the still morphing tarot card from the table, staring at its shifting face for a moment with narrowed eyes. "You'd just burn this anyways, so I suppose I might as well take it. Thanks for the lead." Then she turns to Sam and grunts. "Guess we're leaving then."
Roll Occult Ed. for me please!
Gladia rolls her eyes a bit at the man, which only seems to put him more on edge as she responds. "I suppose I'll give you credit for honesty in what you believe you're reading, even if you're not as accurate as you think. What next?"
The teller nods and flips over the next card, a bit of relief on his face as the radiant Solgaleo card once again makes it's appearance, lighting up the tent. "Ah, seems you two have a bit of a linked destiny, hmm? Identical cards in the same set of reading are quite rare, even if they are not in the same position. You're at a defining moment of your life, and things are beginning to culminate. Whatever you're searching for, you've begun to take the steps to..." The man's voice falters as he glances down at the card again, his face growing pale as he recoils slightly. As Sam looks at the card, he suddenly becomes acutely aware as to why.
The bright, golden card is beginning to tarnish, dulling in color, beginning to turn black. From all around the border of the card, crimson red spikes of ink are beginning to push their way into the image, piercing it from all sides, tendrils of black and red beginning to completely blot out the image of Solgaleo, the spikes slowly pressing ever in. The fortune teller glances between the card and Gladia multiple times before standing up with enough force to knock his chair over, filled with fear and fury. "Get. Out. NOW!"
Gladia quietly stares up at him from the chair, and then slowly stands, calmly slinging her sword back over her shoulder. She slowly reaches down and grabs the still morphing tarot card from the table, staring at its shifting face for a moment with narrowed eyes. "You'd just burn this anyways, so I suppose I might as well take it. Thanks for the lead." Then she turns to Sam and grunts. "Guess we're leaving then."
Roll Occult Ed. for me please!