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taxonomites2012-07-23 12:22 pm
personaldemon) wrote in taxonomites2012-07-23 12:22 pm
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[Text] / [Location: a cafe in Speares]
Does anyone know if transfer of credits can be accomplished from one person to another, here? So far all I have managed is using them at the stores or with the hatches, and as it happens this 'allowance' they give us isn't really adequate.
Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.
....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.
If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.
Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.
....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.
If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.
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He orders a water when the waiter appears, and a refill on his coffee.
"Very well, a three-card reading it is...."
The first card's cheerful: Death.
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"That's good, right? You just have to overlook the skull-like look of his face, and the dead people... Right?"
There's hope there, but just a tiny bit.
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"The Death card is rarely indicative of actual death. More frequently it symbolises change. But in your case, and profession, it might make an exception."
(Apparently he knows about your whole destiny-calling thing, Buffster.)
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He gets a thin smile in return -- her cheer appears to be draining fast.
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He turns over the ten of swords and then the the four of swords after it.
Death and two swords. Very cheerful. Jason snorts to himself, studying the cards, pondering the interaction they tell.
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"That is a whole lot of swords. So that's present and future?"
She is studying the cards with something of a grim look, reaching out to touch them lightly.
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Heroes. He knew the type. Most tended to be... taller. He thought of Wayne, all chiseled jaw and self-righteousness. She wasn't like that; closer to the others who dressed in garish colors and always had a quip ready for the fight.
Although the sight of the swords seemed to have drained some of her tendency to jest. Good.
"Swords is a powerful suit," he said distantly, eyes dropping back to the three cards spread on the table. "Associated with the realm of air, and the realm of the mind. Cards of action, and decision; not... not someone's aunt's namby-pamby version of tarot with floating silk scarves and a record of sitar music playing in the background."
(Woah there Jason, your contempt for most would-be fortune tellers is showing.)
"Death in the past," he said crisply, waving away his own words on feel-good fortunes. "The conclusion of one mode of existence. Perhaps an ending of a specific circumstance or situation that had gone on too long; often in the present position the Death card can signify you are undergoing a majour life change such as a move, new job, or relationship ending.
"Often. For many people. For normal people.
"Nobody in this city whose cards I have read today is 'normal'.
"In your case..." he shrugs a little, finger tracing the rising sun on the Death card, then the rose upon the banner. "Many deaths. You're not one of those subject to the rider's passing; you are the rider. You bring it with you. I perceive a scythe, which, while absent in this rendition of the Death card, is a frequent motif on it in other cards.
"You're young for such a harvest, but you don't feel young. You've known more of war than soldiers twice your age. And far more of death. From both sides."
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"How did... I didn't even..."
It's not like he could have known, right? That there's this weapon waiting for her somewhere, completely inaccessible.
Along with death, as usual.
"I-I'm familiar with it, a bit." Compulsive swallow, and she takes a deep breath.
"Almost old hat by now."
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"Except that a hat can be taken off, can't it." He pours a touch of cream into his freshly hot coffee, stirs it.
"You've been wearing this one.... what, eight years now? Nine? Nearly half your rather short life. A pity." Not that his tone expresses any considerable sympathy, remaining as detached as always.
"Ten of swords: actually fairly similar to the Death card in many of its themes. Like Death, the initial impression is quite grim and dour; like Death, the card contains hints things are not perhaps entirely catastrophic. Note the sunrise in each.
"Note also the tranquility of the water in the Ten of Swords. Some interpretations focus on the fact that all four elements are represented in balanced proportion: air, the fire of the sunrise, the water, the earth. It's a card of... defeat, in a sense, but it can stand for the acceptance of defeat. The war has ceased to be a concern for the soldier depicted here."
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Or possibly sitting down and comparing notes. Not quite as promising.
"I'm kinda familiar with how magic works, in a sort of 'i got to stand next to people doing magic at one point'. Is that how you know these things? About me?"
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Jason adds cream to his coffee and stirs it, leaning back in his chair. "Does that bother you? That I know those things?"