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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 23:50:36 GMT -5
He shuffles the cards in front of him, thrums his fingers against the deck once he places it on the table. The lavender smoke that splashes across the back of the top card swirls with every tap of his fingers, but to see a trivial thing as a picture moving on the back of a deck of cards does little to interest anyone sitting nearby. And rightfully so. Magic is common in this town and Fool knows it's not just him that can feel something's not right in the air.
He hums to himself as he thinks and feels. The presence of others is comforting, especially in the early hours of the morning. Fool is particularly fond of the old woman that takes the same seat every morning, the only indication that she recognizes Fool with a simple nod of her head before she sits and pours herself over this morning's crossword. "It takes guts to be so fake, oh whoa, whatever," he sings under his breath and taps his fingers against his deck to the sound of the beat that's stuck in his head.
His eyes glow dimly, but the warm lights of the cozy breakfast joint he's in cover the use of his magic. Still, some glance in his direction at the sudden shift in magic energy and Fool admires their observance. Just yesterday he had managed to weasel himself into a drug run with L to Manhattan and the people had been so clueless. "Yeah, they're fucking idiots," was all L had to say about it, but Fool had looked and watched and marveled.
An obvious tripping hex sat glowing on the sidewalk and a man had stepped right on it--nobody else around him had even said anything. Fool had caught a couple of young kids snickering from across the street. "The kids still use it. Or try to. Even that hex wasn't very powerful," he had said.
And L had responded, "Who fucking cares?"
And that was that and now here he is, back in Queens where the air feels calmer and the people are in the know. His waitress comes back with his order--a triple stack pancakes with whipped cream. She also places down a small glass filled to the brim with maraschino cherries. Fool smiles coyly at the fingers on her lips and graciously thanks her while simultaneously vowing not to tell on her to management.
The aura user pops a cherry into his mouth and ties the cherry stem in a knot with his tongue. "One knot and your fate is sealed," he says as he spits it into his hand.
He picks up his silverware and hums to himself again. "Stole all my good luck. Now I'm in a better place...--or am I, oh oh," he sings as he shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. |  ◀ MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 21:56:57 GMT -5
I am the misery you crave
This place. The atmosphere. It was quite peaceful compared to the atmosphere back in Brooklyn. No one was sleeping on the streets, there was no graffiti littering any of the buildings, or people checking their backs every few seconds here. These people were relaxed-- no, they were at ease and content with their lives. They had nothing to worry about it looked like and this was a nice change of pace really.
As Tess walked, she noticed more and more people were using magic and no one said a thing. It was as if this was a second nature to them. It looked like these magic users used their powers to keep this place clean and safe for the citizens that lived here. That was certainly... different. Back in Brooklyn, no one took the time to use their magic to make that slum of a place better. No one used magic at all because they were weak and afraid.
Why...? Why couldn't people put their petty feelings aside and do something about this? If they had, then her parents wouldn't have met with their horrible fate. But she had to remember, they weren't the ones who caused it. It was those monsters and she was angry that she couldn't save them. All she did was hide and listen to their pain....
Suddenly, Tess shook her head to come back to reality as she walked the streets of Queens with her sword on a strap by her waist. Seeing something like that did cause a couple of heads to turn her way, but no one dared to confront her about it. Good. She didn't want to waste her precious time explaining this to people. The girl was beyond starving from her long trek from point A to point B so Tess looked around for somewhere to eat. It didn't take her long to come across a restaurant and she immediately entered inside.
Tess grabbed a hold of Red and placed it on the table before taking a seat herself by the window. She took the menu and skimmed through it; looking for anything that was at a reasonable price. There seemed to be a special on breakfast items which made her stomach growl. Pancakes with bacon and eggs. That sounded really good right now~
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 22:24:58 GMT -5
Five maraschino cherry stems have been tied by the time the door to the Honey Hole opens again and if it had been anyone else to walk in, Fool simply would have looked up from his food and then looked back down. However, this was not the case. Her aura was mottled with anger, riddled with a seething, shifting something that set Fool on edge and drove his curiosity to its peak. He lifted his head even before the bell above the door chimed and announced the Honey Hole's new arrival, and he was blatantly obvious (though he himself was oblivious to his blatancy) in watching her sit down at a table for two by the restaurant's window.
It's no question that he's going to approach her and talk to her, but for now he sits and finishes the last of his pancakes. The old woman with her crossword casts him a glance in between stenciling in words and taking bites from her french toast. The sword on the table unsettles a few of the guests, though the woman remains nonchalant and unperturbed, which makes Fool smile. Eventually, he'll sit down and ask her for her story, but he has long since decided he will wait until she comes to him for a reading. And she will. Eventually, they all do.
Unless Fool seeks them out first.
Kyra, his waitress, returns with the check and once he counts up his bills, he leaves them on the table, wipes the remaining syrup from his hands, and gingerly picks his deck up from the table. The cards disappear up the sleeve of his shirt and reappear again once he sits down in the chair opposite the girl with the sword. "Hello," he says. "You're a rather interesting person, hm?" he says, but it's apparent he's not hedging towards the sword. Instead, Fool's eyes glow a soft blue and he looks around the edges, the outlines, of the girl's body. "Prickly and red, but there are soft patches of pink."
He comes back to his senses and cocks his head while holding up his deck. "My cards would like to meet you, Miss. Crawford."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 23:10:18 GMT -5
I am the misery you crave
Finally. Someone had acknowledged Tess's presence. The waiter nervously made his way over to the girl with a pad and pen in hand. Even though he acted completely normal, she could tell he was nervous being around a girl with a look and weapon that could kill. It was amusing really. She didn't need to do anything at all. The way she carried herself and the aura she emitted was felt by anyone who came close to her. Normally, she would mess with this poor soul and tease him, but today she was too damn hungry to do anything about it.
Being on her best behavior, Tess opened her mouth to place the order. "I'll have the pancake special with scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon. I'll also have a cup of orange juice." Tess finished as the waiter; Jeff, wrote down her order. She eyed the man and watched him scurry off to the back of the building. Hmph, no one could handle her or so she thought.
Because in that very moment a young man with dark colored hair casually made his way over to her. He took a seat on the opposite side of her where cards seemingly came out of nowhere from him. She didn't remember inviting this boy over here so why the hell did he just nonchalantly take a seat in front of her? Before she could tell him to leave her be, he began to speak to her.
"Hello," he says. "You're a rather interesting person, hm?" He begins to eye her profile which causes Tess to raise an eyebrow, a finger on the blade of her sword. "Prickly and red, but there are soft patches of pink." Interesting? Prickly and red? Soft patches of pink? Where was this coming from? He must be mistaking her for someone else because she is no where near interesting or have pink patches. The hell?
The man cocks his head back up while holding a deck of cards. "My cards would like to meet you, Miss. Crawford." He says.
"Excuse me? How the hell do you know my name?" Tess was beyond confused. She never met this man in her life and this was the very first time she's seen him. So how-? How did he know her last name? Well by the looks of it, he knew a lot more than just her name. He seemed pretty confident too.
Who was this strange man who came up to Tess like this, spouting out nonsense?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 14:14:59 GMT -5
He chuckles at the touch of her fingers against her sword. If it came down to a fight, which Fool is sure that it won't, he would prefer it not to happen in the Honey Hole. He likes the place too much, so naturally, he raises his hands in defense and allows a pleasant smile to drift over his lips. His eyes are still roaming though, still drinking in what scant information he dares to pick from her. All he had drawn was her name and he only receives fleeting feelings of a dark place, glances over a shoulder, the constant tug of being watched.
"Excuse me? How the hell do you know my name?"
He ignores her and says, "You're not from around here. Not used to magic, I see, but you're a user in your own right. That much I can sense." He pauses, takes a moment to shuffle the cards in his hand. He does so slowly so that she may glimpse their smoky backs, catch glimpses of the monsters and beasts that move on the front of the cards as he shuffles. The deck is teeming with his hands, reaching, reaching, but Fool would never spill the future to a person unwilling to see.
Some don't have the strength to hear what lay in store.
"In this moment, I am meant to be here. Something brought you in this quaint little restaurant, something more than...pancakes, bacon, and eggs," he says, just before the waiter walks up to the table and hastily sets the plate of food down in front of Tessa.
He understands her perplexity, but at this point she should know what he is. His hands stop with their shuffling and once again, he waves the deck in front of her. "If you do not wish to see, I will take my leave. But you must be curious at this point, hm?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 22:28:38 GMT -5
I am the misery you crave
Did he... flat out ignore her? Tess asked him a simple question and all he had to do was answer-- then maybe she would have listened to what he was blabbering about. Apparently not. He had to be a complete jerk and continue his crazy talk. The red head pulled back the finger on her sword and crossed her arms against her chest. If it wasn't for her hunger and the building they were in, she would have completely lost it. She had to at least show some kind of dignity... and keep it together for a little while longer.
The young man began saying that she's not from around here and was a magic user, but didn't know too much about it-- all while shuffling through those cards. Was he... using some kind of magic? Right. That had to be it. No one would be able to get all that information correct without using magic. What kind of magic was this though? She didn't remember anyone telling her about magical cards or whatever the hell this was.
He then began to continue after pausing. "In this moment, I am meant to be here. Something brought you in this quaint little restaurant, something more than...pancakes, bacon, and eggs," He says.
Tess sat there in silence and had her eyes cast to the side. Right again. She was here to search for her parents' murderers and has been traveling from place to place. The only clue she had were the claw marks and bruises on her mother and father's arms and torso but she still had no luck at all with that.
Tess returned her gaze back to the mysterious man and watched as he waved the deck of cards in front of her. "If you do not wish to see, I will take my leave. But you must be curious at this point, hm?"
Yes, she was. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. Her anger for him ignoring her was gone at this point and only curiosity was left behind. "Humor me by telling me what else you see in those cards of yours and I may just forgive you for ignoring me." She said.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 23:12:25 GMT -5
The deck retreats a safe distance from her in case she decides to lash out (better safe than sorry), and he begins to shuffle again. He can sense her questions, her confusion like a prickle in his scalp, and he channels these emotions into the cards. Once upon a time he would have simply taken her aura, but he is no longer a fool. Ha.
"Humor me by telling me what else you see in those cards of yours and I may just forgive you for ignoring me."
Fool's blue eyes twinkle as the cards abruptly stop shuffling in his hand. Three of them fly out from fingers that didn't move and settle graciously on the table, the purple haze on their backs writhing and dancing enticingly. Information spills from her, into Fool, onto them, but he doesn't touch them just yet. Instead he half-rises in his chair, leans forward, and brings his face to her until their noses are almost touching (unless, that is, she pulls away). He cocks his head to the side and says, "I ask for forgiveness only when I have wronged. I believe I am, indeed, helping you, my dear, so it would be polite of you to mind yourself."
Now. He snaps back into his chair and uses one slender finger to flip over the first card in the row of three. A great bird of fire rears her head, feathers emblazoned with red and orange sparks. Half of her body is charred and she flaps her wings madly, a wild yellow light in her eyes. "Death," Fool says. His eyes are gleaming a bright, bright blue. Images flit by--still bodies, claws, torn clothes, a spray of blood. "A murder. Vengeance settling. Vacancy opening. The door closed to an empty heart."
The next card reveals itself under his hand. A cloudy purple backdrop appears ominous as five ravens sit perched, preening their feathers and eyeing their onlookers, on top of five swords. A sixth sword stands amidst the others, though without an animal companion. "The Six of Swords. Your memories bleed through from the Death card, carrying pain, suffering, living with secrets. I do not have to lift the third card to know what it will be, nor the fourth."
However, there is no fourth card on the table. Fool, not catching his own mistake, flips the final card and sighs. The chimaera lion with its unicorn horn has muscles tensed, ready to leap. His mount is a dark-skinned man holding a staff with a red ribbon tied to the end. Another staff lay broken at his feet. "Choice in the Two of Wands. A new path has opened from the Death card, you follow it through with the Six of Swords, and now you have a deviating road before you. Here, you may choose between mystery," he says and taps the empty space on the table next to the third card.
Then he withdraws the next card from the top of the deck, eyes glittering and not even glancing down at what he's drawn. "Or you follow the Fool."
The card itself depicts a beautiful woman with bright ginger hair, poised with arms delicately outstretched as doves tie a looping curl of red ribbon around her waist. Fool looks down lovingly at the card and explains, "I am this card. The deck tells me you are looking for someone. Well, I see you've guessed at some of my power, but I'm what's called an aura pather. I can see auras, pick information from them. It's better, clearer, however, when I--" he stops, reaches out towards her hand and says, "Touch." His hand falters and drops down onto the table so he can scoop up the cards.
"So it seems you are at a crossroads. Such is fate, Tessa. Should you choose one way, I shall take my leave." He stands abruptly and bows.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 9:20:44 GMT -5
I am the misery you crave
Tess's eyes widened as the cards flew out from fingers that didn't move at all. Some sort of mist on the back of them started to move but it did nothing else. The red head had so many questions swirling inside her head about this kind of magic. Was it for more experienced users? Did it only work with cards? And what happened if one of them was worn out or ripped to shreds? Wouldn't that have a negative effect? She wanted answers because she didn't want to have this on her mind the whole day. She had more important things to worry about-- like why this man had slightly rose from his chair.
She retreated back as he drew closer to her, a facial expression that said keep your distance or you'll get punched. And by what he said after that little incident, she wanted to punch him even more. "Oh you've done a lot more than ignore me. You've interrupted me and looked into my past without my permission until just now. Who the hell do you-" Tess stopped herself from continuing. With anger, came violence and she didn't want to go down that road. She already established this long ago and didn't want to cause a scene. Especially not when the waiter returned with a plate of hot and fresh food. He placed the plate on the table and the glass of orange juice as well before taking his leave. Tess took a calming breath as she grabbed a piece of bacon to take a bite out of it.
She continued to watch as the man flipped over the first card and a bird with feathers of red and orange sparks came closer to her. His words... they started to sting and she gripped her chest because of that. It hurts. Those painful memories that she tried so hard to not think of were coming back to her. That pain... will be with her forever even when she somehow manages to avenge them. That won't bring them back and it hurts her knowing the truth.
It took Tess a while to see that he revealed the next card where five ravens were perched and watching their onlookers on five swords. "The Six of Swords. Your memories bleed through from the Death card, carrying pain, suffering, living with secrets. I do not have to lift the third card to know what it will be, nor the fourth." He says.
Yes, she's been carrying a whole lot of suffering and pain since she was eighteen years old... since she seen what those monsters took away from her. And now that pain returned and she couldn't even bare it. She stared at the plate in front of her with her hand still on her chest, as he read her the final card.
"Choice in the Two of Wands. A new path has opened from the Death card, you follow it through with the Six of Swords, and now you have a deviating road before you. Here, you may choose between mystery," He tapped the table before continuing, "Or you follow the Fool."
Tess looked up to see a new card before her. One of a beautiful woman with doves tying a looping curl of red ribbon. "I am this card. The deck tells me you are looking for someone. Well, I see you've guessed at some of my power, but I'm what's called an aura pather. I can see auras, pick information from them. It's better, clearer, however, when I--" The red head reached for her sword when she seen that his hand was reaching for hers. "Touch." He finished and her eyes were narrowed by his actions.
He was getting a little too cocky for his own good. Seeing her weak like this, probably gave him the idea to make a move, but she wasn't going to let that happen. The man dropped his hand and continued one last time. "So it seems you are at a crossroads. Such is fate, Tessa. Should you choose one way, I shall take my leave."
The red head was quiet as she pondered her decisions. Should she follow the Fool or continue her path on her own? She's been traveling for weeks, months with no luck at all. But maybe... he could shine some light on her. Lead her in the right direction. "It's Tess, not Tessa. But I've decided that I will follow the Fool card only if it leads me in the right direction. If not, then I'm better off doing things myself." She took her hand away from her chest to finally start eating.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 21:14:50 GMT -5
"Who the hell do I think I am, Tess?" he says, referring to her earlier question. He twists his wrists, curls his long fingers delicately, and does an impromptu bow in front of the redheaded girl. "Why, I'm the Fool with a keen sense in the direction of Fate, which is, mind you, rather directionless." His lips twinge in a smile and he slides back into his seat, bops his head to the music flowing through his mind. He taps his hands against the table and hums, leans back in his seat because he's most certainly not in a hurry.
Fate would wait for the two of them.
"I do get things wrong sometimes," he says and props his elbow on the table, plops his head into his hands. He blows his hair out from his eyes and makes a point of looking around the outline of her body. "I try not to mess with the aura too much. A small experiment quite a few years ago ended...poorly, and I know better than to repeat past mistakes. As the saying goes, learn from your mistakes." He sighs. "And yet, as another saying goes, history repeats itself. I have no doubt in my mind that your little quest will make me do some things I don't entirely want to do, but what's a guide for, hm?"
He draws back, but reaches one hand forward in an attempt to curl one of his fingers around a lock of her ginger hair. He's fascinated by the fiery color, almost like a mane. "I only ask that you learn empathy because from what I can see, you seem to lack it." His grin is lopsided, half sympathetic and half amused.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 12:07:20 GMT -5
I am the misery you crave
Tess was done listening to his nonsense. He somewhat told her what she wanted to know and that was to follow some card that turned out to be him or something. She didn't really know. She wasn't paying attention anymore because he wasn't giving her the answer she was looking for. She delicately cut a piece of the pancake with a knife and raised it up to her mouth with a fork to take a bite out of it. That's when she seen him reaching towards her again.
She dropped the fork and leaned over slightly to grab a hold of his wrist. Her grip wasn't tight but it stopped him from getting any closer to her. She just wanted to get the point across to him that she didn't like to be touched in anyway shape or form.
"Keep your fucking hands away from me...." The tone in her voice was rather stern as she released her grip on him to continue her meal.
Now with that finished, he mentioned something about empathy correct? Ha. Sharing feelings with others was something Tess definitely did not do. Not only because it made her weak, but because it'd bring back her past. She kept those feelings locked up inside, that bringing them back out is unbearable. That very thing happened not too long ago and Tess couldn't even bare it.
It felt like someone was stabbing her in the chest multiple times and she couldn't even respond. Tess just didn't know how to handle it and she wasn't going to learn how to anytime soon.
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