When precogs get bored.

[elisula]

[Elisa sits at a small table in the lounge area. There's what appears to be a crystal ball in the center, and she's wearing a peculiar shawl.]

[Investigate?]

((Elisa is telling fortunes! As usual with fortune-tellers, she'll be expecting something in return for her services. Her premonitions don't ALWAYS come true, but there's a pretty good chance

Comments

[backinblackout]

Having fun, Miss Elisa?

[elisula]

I am! ...Kinda...

[Sighs] I thought that this would be harmless fun, but most of the fortunes I've told so far haven't exactly been pleasant...

[Looks up at him] ...Wanna try? Maybe you'll get a more happy one.

[backinblackout]

[He scoffs.] Doubtful. And I have nothing to offer in payment... [Not even coins on his eyes.

Mantis takes a seat (in a ghostly kind of way).] But why not? You could use the practice.

[elisula]

Y- yes, I suppose I could....

[She extends a hand] Would you mind..?

[backinblackout]

Hmph. [With a huff, Mantis takes her hand.] If this even works on ghosts...

1/2

[elisula]

Well, lets find out...

[She concentrates]

2/2

[elisula]

.....

Looks like...

...You'll go out of your way to help someone in need.

[She smiles] Well, that's nice!

[backinblackout]

[Smirk.] And unlikely. The effects of another room, I'd bet.

[Ah, he'd nearly forgotten to snatch his hands away. He does so now, unceremoniously, incorporeal once more so he won't have to wait for Elisa to let go of him.] Still, I suppose I should commend you for finding a better way to keep yourself occupied than most other residents of this place... [i.e., not running through the hallways naked.]

...thanks, I guess.

1/3

[elisula]

No problem! I hope you...

...Um...

2/3

[elisula]

...Ngh! O- okay, okay! ...Geez... [Elisa closes her eyes]

3/3

[elisula]

[Ursula opens her eyes, then glares]

....I just wanted to make something clear.

If you utter one word of our discussion to anyone, I WILL end you.

[backinblackout]

[Thumbs up!] Same here, cootiefarm. ♥

[elisula]

Oh? And how would you do that? Bend a spoon in my general direction?

No matter. I care not for your pathetic issues.

[backinblackout]

[Scoff.] As if you don't know what I'm capable of. And just how do you intend to "end" me? [He waves a hand through the table for emphasis.] I'd say someone's beaten you to the punch.

The feeling is more than mutual. Don't you have a diary to whine to? Get one, please.

[elisula]

Oh yes, what you're capable of... If I'm not careful, maybe you'll float a chair or two. I'm trembling. There are ways to break the spirit of a spirt here.

Don't you have a daddy to whine to? Oh, wait...

[backinblackout]

I've broken minds worse than yours, little girl - one of them my own. Ah, but you're not afraid of being broken, are you? You're afraid of being fixed. Maybe that could be arranged... unless I'm feeling particularly cruel that day, in which case you'll have "It's a Small World" stuck in your head for all eternity. And not the Rockapella version, either.

Oh yes, I have daddy issues because I killed the hateful prick myself. Brilliant deduction from a mental figment with delusions of grandeur.