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[ruinous_fortune]

There are two tarot cards in the bar

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[waylostandfound]

Millitimed to after Nathan came back into the bar. He was getting out of the winter clothing, and going to find a place to sit, when the cards got some casual eyeing.

Poker? ...Wait, what kind of cards are those?

[fortunes_phase]

They are very oooooold cards.

And a very oooooold game.

In fact, the game was old when the English language was a quaint dialect.

Moon glances up from the four cards Ruin had discarded and smiles pleasantly at the man.

[waylostandfound]

Of course, no way for the politician, and former lawyer and soldier to know that.

"What are you playing?" He pointed at the cards curiously.

[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin sniffs, looking through his cards.

"It doesn't have a name in your language. If you insist on having a name, though, call it 'Baila Kaifa'," he says with a smirk at Moon.

[waylostandfound]

Nathan just eyed the attitude.

"Fine. Was just wondering." He took a step forward, possibly to keep walking.

[fortunes_phase]

"My brother is most unkind," Moon says, setting her cards aside. "He can be very harsh when he speaks. Happens usually when he's losing." She smiles at him, bright and cheerful, if a touch on the mad side.

[waylostandfound]

That made him pause some. Enough to sit down. Even though they didn't that related.

"Yeah, always liked winning more myself," he flashed a fake politician smile.

[fortunes_phase]

The similarities are in the eyes, really. A hint of something inhuman and quite cold behind the grey of Ruin's gaze and the green of Moon's.

"Some would say it's how you play the game is what's important," she replies, tossing a single card (The World) to the table and not picking any up.

[waylostandfound]

"Sometimes it works out that way, especially if you know all the rules." And how to bend or even break them if you needed to. But he wasn't saying that part out loud. There was something strange in their eyes but he wasn't going to comment on it.

The card got some eyeing. Usually some cheap so-called fortune teller on TV would have a deck of them. Total BS in his opinion.

[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin leans back in his chair, shuffling through his deck intently.

"And when have you ever cared about the rules, Nathan?"

[waylostandfound]

Nathan's eyes narrowed at that.

"Have we met? Or are you from my world?"

[ruinous_fortune]

He looks up from the deck.

"No, we've never formally met, but I know who you are."

Pause.

"How's your wife? Getting around okay, is she?"

[fortunes_phase]

Ruin is given a Look.

A really, really bad one.

[waylostandfound]

"She's fine." Nathan replied curtly. She was better, but the process hefted a considerable price to him. And he still owed on a debt for it.

"Who the hell are you?"

[fortunes_phase]

"I'll answer that, because he'll run you around for ten minutes."

Moon holds out her hand, giving him another smile.

"I'm Moon, and this is one of my brothers, Ruin. We're the personification of tarot cards." She glares at Ruin until he tosses out two cards, seeming at random, but they aren't.

The Moon.

The Ten of Swords.

"He isn't very well mannered, I'm afraid." Moon giggles behind her fanned cards. "Not sensitive to the emotions of the sentients."

[waylostandfound]

Nathan just shook his head at that. Playing cards...as people.

"Figures," he gruffly replied. "Place seems to have everything else."