[11:20 PM] Always Tired (mika): ==END==
[10:05 AM] Kwakasuro: Inside the fortune-telling tent (Which was simply Sula's travelling tent, big enough for both a person and a falicorn), Sula sits anxiously on the uncovered tile for the next person. The faint smell of incense and flysbane fills the air, with a dim lamp illuminating the tent without causing any smoke...
A sign full of unreadable (and, frankly, fake) symbols appears to list the prices for his various services.
Sula's mastery of magic had waned considerably since he crossed the ocean long ago, but he had gained other means of reading people.
It was, at least, good enough to get a steady flow of gold going. Sula hadn't been able to sell that "Dark Gem" like he had planned, and a suitable birthday present for a Khlinese noble wouldn't be cheap.....
[10:06 AM] Kwakasuro: [This scene can be entered from #rp-channel-c-5 . No cutting in line, unless you really want to](edited)
[10:15 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Uh... Knock knock? May I come in."
Mund enters the tent, not caring about the complains outside. There, right in front of him, was a familiar face he knew for quite some time. It was Sula and everything around him seemed... kinda suspicious: the smell of incense, the odd atmosphere, some random symbols and prices.
"Sula. What are doing?"
[10:17 AM] Kwakasuro: Sitting cross-legged, Sula looks up to the outlaw, with a surprised look. He hadn't gotten any familiar faces...
"Kwemo-Kwemi, friend-o! Welcome to the Shi-Koku House!" Sula gives a mystical smile. "I am Sula, a man of charms and future-sight. What can I help you with...Mund-i?"
[10:28 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Well, to be honest, I was just looking around to see if you were doing something suspicious and it seems I'm right." *He looks the place one more time, to see if there was something unusual he missed. "Hmmm... But now I'm curious. What are you planning, Sula?"
[10:31 AM] Kwakasuro: There's quite a few bags off to the side, containing a variety of reagents and ingredients, along with gold. Behind Sula is a large clay bowl, filled with water.
"Ha, I am only helping with the war fund! There are many in this city, who need the help of a holy man, it seems. But you....I will help, for free."
[10:38 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "For free, huh?" Mund thinks for a bit. He was not much of a spiritual man, but free stuff never hurt. Most of the times.
"Alright, this could be interesting. I don't see why not." He pulls a chair, sits on it and puts the bags aside. "So, how can you help me with your powers?"(edited)
[10:41 AM] Kwakasuro: "I can receive, shades of the future, from the gods, but..."
Sula blinks.
"To be true, I have wanted to ask you - What happened, that night?"
[10:45 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "There have been a lot of stressful nights lately, Sula. I have no idea which---" Mund stops his sentence, recalling something that he wished he forgot. He never explained his situation to Sula, did he?
"Hey, when you say "that night", you mean "that night" when we did an heist with Drew and ended up in the worst way possible, right?"(edited)
[10:45 AM] Kwakasuro: "I do. How is it, that you and Leo--din both came back safe?"
[10:51 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: Mund falls silent for a bit, still annoyed with what happened that night. He sighs and tries his best to explain.
"Well, I'll be honest and say that I lost control of myself during that night. I went into some sort of blind rampage and target everything in my way." He sighs. "We were lucky that both of us got out there safe, I managed to calm down and ran away from the scene."
[10:52 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "I'm pretty sure one of us would die if I continued to attack for another minute."
[10:54 AM] Kwakasuro: "A blind...rampage?" Sula's eyes narrow. "So it was not you, that chose to bring death..."
[10:56 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Well, we can say it was me and it wasn't me at the same time. My situation is... complicated."
[10:58 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Thanks to some circunstances during my life, I can say that I have two personalities. One is my usual self, the man you're seeing now. The other is an insane monster who simply likes to kill."
[11:00 AM] Kwakasuro: "A monster..."
Sula lays a palm on the tiled floor.
"Mund-i, are you a...magical person?"
[11:01 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Magical person? What do you mean by that?" Mund asks with a confused look on his face.(edited)
[11:07 AM] Kwakasuro: "Sometimes, a person with a big soul, one with great magic in it...can get into trouble, with monsters. But you are not a mage, yes?"
[11:11 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "Yes, that's... that's right. I'm just a bowman who just wanders around the land of Freyzenwald. That's it."
[11:12 AM] Kwakasuro: "How strange...I wonder, why a spirit would choose to mount you. But, I think I can help."(edited)
[11:14 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "If it's something that I helps me to handle my other self better, then I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?"(edited)
[11:16 AM] Kwakasuro: "What if...we could make it leave you? And return, to the Spirit World?"
[11:21 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "You mean... forcefully take out my other self, with magic? Sounds suspicious, to be honest."(edited)
[11:24 AM] Kwakasuro: "Yes, yes. I can break the spirit's hold on you...keep it from living inside you any longer."
[11:28 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "..." Mund stays quiet for a bit, as if he was stuck in thought. Despite knowing how shady the situation was, maybe trying this would help him to overcome his insane side.
"Very well... What will you do to make sure the monster disappears?"
[11:30 AM] Kwakasuro: The Dwabi looks around. "Aishatu can use offerings, and rituals, to appease the Loa and earn favors from them. The right recipe can draw out, but it will take a long time to prepare...."
Sula looks out at the line outside.
"Forgive me. But give it some thought, sir Mund-i."
[11:42 AM] Yang Xiao Long | Disarmed: "If I can handle this nightmare for some years, then some days or weeks wouldn't hurt" Mund them stands up, picks his bags. "Take your time, Sula. And see you next time." He then gets out of the tent, still wondering what he would do for finner.
[11:49 AM] Kwakasuro: "Kwemo!" Waving a hand out of the entrance, Sula hurriedly slides Mund's chair to the side and puts a bag of gold on it. The next few clients who entered, had to come down to his level.
[11:58 AM] Storm: Keeping the hood up to hide all but his eyes, Conri gazed around the interior of the tent. The incense slightly bothered his heightened sense of smell. The decor in general was quite odd in his eyes.
"Just so you're aware, I'm a bit skeptical of all this stu-" Conri finally made eye contact with the Dwabi man sitting on the floor, "Oh it's you. We fought side by side at the tavern"
Conri lowered his hood as he sat down, no longer feeling the need to hide his identity for the time being. He leaned in a little, taking a closer look now that he wasn't in battle beside the man. He looked oddly familiar besides that, but he couldn't quite place it.
"So tell me, you read futures? What's in store for me then mage?"
[12:02 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula grasps for the Wolfskin's name. "Ah, Kwemo....Convel-u?" He shakes his head, having probably remembered some other shady shifter from his past. "Welcome to the Shi-Koku House! I am Sula, a man of futures and fortunes. Only the spirits can say, what's in store for you, but I can listen! Tell me your questions, sir."
[12:10 PM] Storm: Conri bristled slight at the name he was adressed by. Convel? Ah fuck he knows me from my time in Khlin. Shit, exactly what I wanted to avoid. He striaghtend his back a little, and donned a false smile, revealing his fangs ever so slightly. If he connects me to what I did I might just be fucked
"Well then" Conri paused as he thought about what he wanted to ask, "Let's just say I'm in a bit of a predicament. It's been a while since I've been in this country. What we are seemingly going to do with Queen Luna may result in myself meeting some old business partners, run into some enemies that she might wish to be allies. If your...spirits can help, I wish to know what to expect. What do I do about the situation? Do I finish the job I was given before leaving the country?"
[12:17 PM] Kwakasuro: "Hmm, yes...ghosts of the past..." Sula speaks with a low croon, reaching behind himself. "With a Kwemo gyana, the Pelai should find your fate, ha ha ha. But that depends all on the nature of this, job." Sula stands abruptly, walking over to the bags and rifling through them.
"What shall I use to call the spirits of your path, sir? The wings of a monarch, for order and authority? ...Or the petals of a wild rose, for the heart of the rebel?"
[12:22 PM] Storm: "I don't care what you use. You're the fortune teller, you choose." Conri shifted uncomfortably on the ground, his eyes darting around the tent for the best possible escape route. If there was a chance this man could connect him to his involvement with the rebels, things could get ugly.
"And the nature of that job, yeah I can't tell you" Conri smiled again, "Classified."
"And the nature of that job, yeah I can't tell you" Conri smiled again, "Classified."
[12:30 PM] Kwakasuro: "Hmm, well..."
Sula looks over the seated shifter, sizing him up. Leodin had never spoken of this person before, so probably...
"You seem like a, rebellious one." The Dwabi scattered two petals into the water bowl, lying through his teeth. "But do not worry - the spirits see all." Sula held out his palms in front of Conri, keeping up a disarming smile. "We will find your answer."
[12:36 PM] Storm: "What do you want me to do?" Conri glanced at Sula's palms and the bowl of water with a look of skepticism. "Drink the petal water?"
[12:44 PM] Kwakasuro: "Just relax." Sula lowed his head carefully toward the bowl. "I will begin, your Pelai."
And the Dwabi mystic dipped his head into the bowl, drenching himself. Within it, he saw a familiar comrade - Artemis, retainer to Leodin's father Erik Stormblade - being assaulted by the very wolfskin in this tent with him. They were in front of...some sort of monument, and the stench of smoke was thick.
His head resurfaces, with a look of genuine shock. "Ba-bi! So you have fought alongside the rebels..."(edited)
[12:53 PM] Storm: "My what? Pelai?" he straightend out his back, unsure as to what to anticipate. When Sula plunged his head into the bowl, Conri couldn't help but stiffle a chuckle. "That's all it takes to see the future? Maybe I should add some petals to my bath water"
The grin however disappeared when the Dwabi's head emerged, drenched. Conri's body froze slightly Here we go, he knows what I did. "Rebels? What are you talking about?"he scoffed, "Only rebel I know is that kid, Leodin, that fights with us and the Queen. What did you see?" Conri was genuinely curious.(edited)
[12:56 PM] Kwakasuro: "The gods, have warned you, to watch for hunters in the sky." Sula leaned in towards the curious Conri. "Do you, have a Kinshi, with your old enemies, sir? With silver hair, and eyes like mine?"(edited)
[1:04 PM] Storm: "A Kinshi?" Conri repeated, leaning slightly back. "I can't really place anyone matching that description. But the only Kinshi I met in Khlin was..." Conri paused, he couldn't remember the Kinshi Knight exactly, the only detail involving a Kinshi he could barely remember was at Storm something manor where he was given his final contract. It was an offhanded conversation as far as he could tell. But even then, he had worked for this household. If it was this person he could barely place, why be warned of them?
"I'm mistaken actually" Conri said, donning the false grin again, "Only Kinshi I've met were back in Freyzenwald, and none were enemies. Anything else your spirits wish to tell me?"
[1:09 PM] Kwakasuro: "Only that your life's end...may come, on the back of that Kinshi. Be very careful, sir."
Sula releases the wolf-man's hands, pointing a thumb back towards his incomprehensible sign. "Most times, a Pelai costs, 60 gold, but you are my ally...Let us say, 20 gold, ha ha."
[1:14 PM] Storm: "It takes more than some silly flying beast to kill me" Conri chuckled as he stood up, "Who ever this Kinshi is, I expect to stand over their corpse soon enough then. That is if, this wasn't the mad ramblings of some con man." Conri counted out 20 gold from his coin pouch and carelessly tossed them towards Sula. Hopefully he doesn't know I killed rebels for a living for that breif time in Khlin. Else, thing might just get ugly
"Thank you" Conri said in a polite tone as he stood to leave the tent, throwing his hood back over his face.(edited)
[1:26 PM] Kwakasuro: "Kwemo, sir!" Sula gathered the gold, plucked the petals, and got the tent back in order. These beast-shifters really put him on edge. They had no sense of respect, yet seemed to slide easily into the ranks of Luna's band. Perhaps he was no different to her - an interesting beast, to be exploited for the sake of her accursed kingdom?
[12:12 PM] Kwakasuro: ---
"You're sure?" The young man held back tears, clutching the wooden disk close to his chest. "Jasona's alright?"
"Of course." Sula nodded serenely. "Her spirit has not left this byana, yet. Now, keep that Ancient Dwabi Family Charm in a high place, and your little sister should return. As long as you still have hope..."
The villager let out a deep breath. "Thanks, Mister Dwaby. You have no idea how much this means...."
Sula waved a palm dismissively. "Ba-Ba, my boy... Every good deed a Dwabi do, adds one day to our next life. But I will need, three-hundred gold." The Dwabi pointed to the incomprehensible chart behind him. "For the spirit-calling, and the charm."
Satisfied, the man pays promptly, gives Sula a good handshake, and stands up to depart. The mysterious magician calls out to him.
"Kwemo, Jason-i!"(edited)
[12:25 PM] Kwakasuro: The Dwabi feels his stomach churn, and wishes he had brought some more...edible...magic props today. Trapped by his new enterprise for the time being, Sula settles for daydreaming about Vivianna's cooking as he waits for the next victim customer.
[12:31 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: A hooded Drake enters the tent, only her smile and a bit of pink hair can be seen
"Hello, You do Fortune Telling Sula?"
[12:34 PM] Kwakasuro: "Kwemo-Kwemi..O Ayida!" He would recognize that hood and that hair anywhere.
"Yes, yes, and much more. There are as many sides to the Aishatu's power, as there are branches of the Almendro tree."
[12:36 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "I-interesting, very well....Could we begin?" she isn't keen on Cultures other than her owns, but fortune telling can't go wrong...right?(edited)
[12:54 PM] Kwakasuro: "I-ahhh....Ommm...."
Sula gathers his thoughts. A god asking for him to bring the wisdom of the gods...to accept this offer would be an insult to her...but to deny would be a betrayal.
"Can't see why not, ha ha. Is there anything that...troubles you, these days, milady?"
[12:57 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Honestly....i feel something uncertain of what will happen, aren't the people here at war?"
[12:58 PM] Kwakasuro: "We are about to cross the border into Khlin, yes. Many of its people are uncertain...so they have fled here."
[12:59 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "....Im worried fo the ones that decided to stay and fight....I...Could i ask not for my future, but theirs?"
[1:10 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula's comforting face fades quickly, showing signs of age, fatigue, and regret. "Promise me, Mil-tho. That you will guard this truth, that I am to give you."
[1:11 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "I.....Alright, I Promise you, Sula" her Face, filled with worry, maybe not prepared at all for the truth.
[1:13 PM] Kwakasuro: "Thank you." Either Sula does not see her fear, or he has decided to disregard it.
"The Loa Ayida...here, they call them, First Dragons...have shown me the fate of Khlin. This may not be the future that comes, but...I wonder. It may be close."(edited)
[1:15 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: Almost unhearable, she mumbled "....Frist Dragons..." in a combination fo Worry and Amazement.
[1:17 PM] Kwakasuro: "Before the banquet. Before we even came to Ama-terasu...I saw." Sula looks down in one last moment of hesitation, then back up to the dragon. "...that Freyzenwald would bring an army to Khlin."(edited)
[1:43 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: Milth Just asked him to continue "You can...go on"
[1:45 PM] Kwakasuro: "And...that this army, would bring destruction. Houses, torn apart. Children taken from their mothers. Death everywhere. It is..." Sula stifles his trembling toes.
"...I had thought, that when we stopped the monsters in the capital...that the future would change. But now Lunare-a says she wants to help in the war."(edited)
[1:47 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Wh-What, Really?!"
[1:48 PM] Kwakasuro: "I do not know if she was just, being polite, ha." Sula gives her a soft smile. "But, has she ever turned down a battle, when it came? We are marching into the middle of a war, Mil-tho."
[1:50 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Still....To help all those people, its so beautiful...."
[1:50 PM] Kwakasuro: "Hu? What do you mean?"
[1:52 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "She Will help them, Save them!!"
[1:52 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Its Heroic i would dare say!"
[1:53 PM] Kwakasuro: "O--of course." Sula sighs. "But, what about the people...that the rebels want to hurt? Who will save them?"(edited)
[1:59 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "....I....Thats a....Reasonable point, but didn't they do bad to the Rebels in the frist place?"
[1:59 PM] Kwakasuro: "Some of them." Sula hums to himself for quite a while. "Others...were not born yet."
[2:01 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Not....Born? Did the war Carry on so long that Kids were born in betwen the war?!"
[2:02 PM] Kwakasuro: A grave nod. "It has been, almost thirty years."
[2:03 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Thirty.....So long"
[2:06 PM] Kwakasuro: "Truly...Many of its people, have known nothing but war, their whole lives. What they need...is peace. Not more armies."
[2:10 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "...You are right, Is there anyother Prediction the gods have made while we were talking?"
[2:20 PM] Kwakasuro: "...of course. Ha, just one." He leans back nonchalantly. "That a girl with pink hair, can help change the future, with only kindness." Sula tilts his head innocently. "I wonder if they mean Vivian-ne?"
[2:22 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Hmmm I wonder, did the specify which shade of pink?" Milth Giggles at her own comment.
[2:23 PM] Kwakasuro: "Huu..." The Dwabi smirks. "No way to be sure, with these things, ha ha."
[2:24 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Alright, then i believe i have to pay you, Here, i think this will do" She hands some Money the common currency, gold.
[2:25 PM] Kwakasuro: "O-oh! I could..." Sula gives a quick gulp. "...not thank you enough for this. Kwemo-Kwemi, O Ayida."
[2:26 PM] MYSALTWILLPIERCEAMASPLOTTOTHESKY: "Its fine, its fine, im no Goddess, im just a Drake!" She gets up and leaves the tent, hooded as before she entered.
[2:27 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula gave a confused hum. She certainly didn't act like one...
[12:30 AM] ColdToiletSeat: A single woman pushed past the flap of the tent, the pungent smell of incense making her wince as she entered the room. Taking a second to recover, she approached the Dwabi apprehensively.
I wonder if this guy's the real deal... Natanya thought, eyeing down the man's setup.(edited)
[12:41 AM] Kwakasuro: Sula notices a rather imposing young woman enter, one whose missing eye suggests to him the horrors of war. "Kwemo-Kwemi, ma'am! Welcome to the Shi-Koku House!"
The Dwabi gives a mystical smile, taking in some of the lingering scent of incense.
"I am Sula, a man of the times and the talismans. Advisor to the Queen on spirit-things, and now...here to help you."(edited)
[12:57 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kwe-what? What the hell is that? She thought, furrowing her brow at the man's words as they passed into one ear and directly out the other. The currently unarmored lady hadn't payed much attention to the man's foreign words, her mind focused on what she might ask or be asked about.
"I- Oh!" Natanya blinked, snapping back into the conversation at the moment with a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sula! My name is Natanya."
[1:07 AM] Kwakasuro: "La Do Anko, Natan-ya, to seek a holy man of the Dwabi." Sula returned the bow from where he sits, cross-legged on the tile. He seemed just as comfortable with these foreign syllables as he was with her towering over him like this.
"But what takes you into here? Ba-na, I cannot heal the body...only the spirit."(edited)
[1:18 AM] ColdToiletSeat: I... uh... heal the spirit? I'm intrigued, but I'm equally scared. Natanya thought, starting to question why she had come to this tent in the first place. Noticing Sula not get up from his seat, she decided to follow suit and sit across from the 'fortune 'teller'.
"Okay." She nodded, trying to cross her legs as the Dwabi did before having a small frown as her efforts were fruitless. Natanya shook her head once more, turning the frown into a small smile as she stared at him. "So, how does this work?"
[1:27 AM] Kwakasuro: "That is a question, only you can truly answer..."
Sula's palm extends and his fingers fan out inspirationally, gliding through the hazy air.
" A vision, to find your fate...a charm, to change it. There are as many sides to the Aishatu's power, as there are branches of the Almendro tree."
Sula motions dramatically toward a list of services and prices that...seems to be written in some foreign language. Meanwhile, his feet flatten, and his brow furrows in concentration, before releasing.
"Let us consider...What is it, in the fate of Natan-ya...that we want this, to work on?"
[12:18 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Hearing the man's words, Natanya looked down in thought before perching her puzzled head atop a raised palm. The woman's eye drifted over to the sign, much like some of the man's words, she didn't understand what the hell any of them meant. But! for the almost outrageous prices he's charging, it has to be important... right? Nevertheless, the eyepatched lady shook her head before looking up to meet Sula's eyes.
"So, could I get a reading of my future?" Natanya asked, less hesitance in her voice.
[3:01 PM] Kwakasuro: "Yes, yes!" Sula looked back to the nonsense chart. "Your future in fortune, your future in love, or your future in the spirits of time?"
[3:08 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Love? Oh geez not again... Natanya thought, grimacing as she heard the offer.
"I think, future in 'the spirits of time' would be best." She answered, nodding to the man before a hopeful smile replaced the grimace.
[3:37 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula's pale eyes read her grimace coldly, but his smile was warm and inviting.
"A wise choice, ma'am...Sula-o will call forth the spirits of your time, and your place..." He stood, fishing through the bags lining the side of his tent for various herbs and seeds. "You come from, Galla-ran, yes?"
[3:46 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I do not, sorry to say." She answered, looking up at the now standing Sula from her seat. "I'm from a land different from this one, it goes by the name of Ashelande."
[3:57 PM] Kwakasuro: "Ho! No need for the coriander, then." Sula pours the mixture from his palm, into a small clay bowl, which he holds over one of the lamps. "Ash-land is quite far...it may be hard, to get a clear future."
[4:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Alright." Natanya nodded, staring at the bowl with childlike curiosity. "Well, whatever you get, don't be afraid to tell me."
[4:19 PM] Kwakasuro: "Ha, yes, yes. We will ask the spirits of the now, to lead us, to the spirits of your future." Swirling the bowl once more, Sula sits back down in front of her, placing it between them as his hand floats over it.
"Omm...." The Dwabi shuts his eyes, clearing his thoughts. Through some strange power, a fell smoke floats up, not from the bowl but from his hand itself. The air between them chills a little.
"Ha Ka Ne Hu Tah....Lu Me Ni Ha To Ka Ta...." Sula's voice seems to swell theatrically, filled with magical might. "Yes, the spirits of time....they sing, to me! Hm..."
[4:29 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Good Gods, what is that? Natanya wondered, her eye widening in surprise as she stared upon the display. The sudden chill in the air put her on edge, but it was exhilarating, it was something she hadn't seen before and it amazed her. Like a child staring at fireworks, Natanya rested her chin on her palms while her elbows planted themselves on her knees.
"What do they say?" She subconsciously asked aloud.
[4:29 PM] Kwakasuro: His eyes remain shut as he continues. "Their sounds, show me someone, free, independent...yet searching for somewhere to belong. Someone who does not place enough trust in their skills...but can do great things, with the right spark."
The Dwabi lets out another long hum, continuing to consult the strange "Spirits of the present".
"Ah, but this...?!"
The Diviner's eyes suddenly flutter open and shut
"Strange...I cannot make out the voice, but something is calling..the bonds of your heart, are torn...hmm, ah...is this, a lost parent?"(edited)
[4:41 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Natanya sat there with a smile on her face as the diviner described someone that was similar to her, perhaps it was her and he was giving advice... She nodded her head.
However, at the mentioning of "a lost parent" Natanya became breathless, as if the man's words had sent a hard punch to her gut. Her skin paled as she stared at Sula, her mind reeling as she blinked a few times in disbelief.
[4:44 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I... don't know what to say..." She finally answered, starting to stand herself up. "W-what does it mean?"
[4:50 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula's head turned up at the distraught girl. "Ah, Natan-ya...I think I understand. It is not your past, that cries out to me...but your future. You are letting these ghosts, haunt you still, and cloud your path. If you are not careful, this will drag you even deeper into darkness......"
[5:06 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Ghosts... does he mean Tarquin? Or... him? Gods, I don't know... Natanya thought, gulping down the spit in her mouth before nodding to the man's words.
[5:11 PM] Kwakasuro: "You have a strong face, ma'am. It does not take Aishatu, to see that." The Dwabi looked away for a moment. "But do not forget! The face is more than a mask. There are times when it must hide the pain...and times when it must show it."(edited)
[5:18 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Heh, I see..." Natanya gave a small laugh, her enthusiasm tapering off as she nodded once more. Her stare drifted off as she digested the seer's advice, color returning to her face once more.
[5:19 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "I think I understand, thank you, Sula."
[5:24 PM] Kwakasuro: "Ba-ba, Natan-ya. Just remember...the ones we love, never truly leave us. We can either take them as invaders...or as guests."
His glassy eyes meet hers, as his palms slide to the side.
"That is the choice, that will shape your fate. Ha, and this too." Sula pulls out a small carrot, extending it to her.(edited)
[5:55 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hmm..." Natanya wondered, listening to the man's words before nodding again. Meeting his eyes with her own, a smile tugged at the side of her lips before Sula had extended a carrot to her. As she stared down upon it, confusion crossed her expression before she looked back up to Sula with the same face.
"I... what?"
[5:59 PM] Kwakasuro: "Your fate, is, Rangi hu Kimanjano." The Dwabi spoke matter-of-factly. "Eat more of these, to keep your path clear, and ward off clouds." The Dwabi stood, offering once more. "This is just a gift, ha."
[6:16 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh, I see!" Natanya responded with a close-eyed smile, giving a bit of a laugh as she was quick to accept gift of food.
[6:23 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula gives a hearty nod to her, before looking back over his shoulder once more. "So, a telling of the future in the spirits of time..." He points to an absurdly-long line of symbols. "That will be 400 gold, Natan-ya."(edited)
[6:35 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Oh, of course!" Natanya answered, reaching over to the bag on resting on her side and pulling out a small bag of coins. She opened it and pointed a finger into it while silently mouthing numbers before reaching in and pulling out a couple of coins, each with a 50 engraved into them.
"I do believe that this is enough." She commented, giving the man a smile alongside her coins.
[6:39 PM] Kwakasuro: Sula accepts the payment, with a bit of a chuckle. "It is a blessing to have met you, friend-i. Kwemo-Kwemi, Natan-ya.
[6:49 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Once again, I thank you for the help, Sula. It means a lot, it truly does." She responded, adjusting her eyepatch before giving the man a warm smile and a nod.
"If you'd ever like to drop by and talk, I'm usually at the forge." Natanya added, turning around to exit the tent. Walking towards the exit, she stopped before touching the flap. "Until then, I'll see you around, Sula."
[8:12 PM] Kwakasuro: "The...forge...hha."
Sula blinks, bringing a vacant smile and a friendly wave, until she leaves. Then he stops to hum once more. Surely, he thought, she must be a local blacksmith here in the city. If she was their blacksmith, he would know...Right?
[8:14 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
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