Cross my palm with silver!

[seymourelf]

Who: Seymour and people who show up! [OPEN]

When: At any point during the carnival as is convenient for visitors.

Where: The Festival. Way down at the end of a creepy little row of shops, where the haunted house ends and there are only snack shacks that nobody cares about (caramel-dipped potatoes, deep fried pigs' eyes, fresh beansprout smoothies,

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RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

[water_dancer_ix]

Demyx wasn't quite sure what had possessed him to come this far out towards the edges of the carnival. The food was ridiculous, and one look at the haunted houses sent shivers down his spine. But here he was, wandering around aimlessly with nothing to do... That was until he saw the rather unusual sign that adorned the tent Seymour was curiously inhabiting. He'd heard of Tarot before, but he'd never had a reading done or anything...

After a long moment of deliberation, the blond shrugged and walked into the tent, his nose wrinkling slightly at the overpowering scent that pervaded the area. Of course, he was almost instantly distracted by the sight of the man draped over the couch... What the hell was that man wearing, and who had let him out of his house.

[seymourelf]

Without any provocation, Seymour placed the card on the top of his deck face-down on the table as soon as Demyx ducked in.

"Please sit." He said at last, his broad shoulders shifting as he sat up. He indicated the little unsafe-looking chair with a slow fluid movement of his hand.

"You are here to have your fortune told?"

[water_dancer_ix]

One glance at the chair and Demyx thought that maybe it would be better if he stood. But he didn't see any other places to have a seat, and so he reluctantly moved to take a place on the chair, squirming uncomfortably until he found a position where he didn't feel like the chair would collapse on him.

"Yeah... I guess. Never done this before."

Check my attitude? NEVAR!

[shutupandduelme]

It had been a couple days since Kaiba's previous wanderings of the Carnival, and he had originally not had any plans to do it again. Of course, that was before he passed by the aisle of odd shops on his way to purchase more coffee. The sign caught his attention, and he stopped, a slight smirk curving on his lips. With everything that had been happening, the CEO had the distinct need to crush someone, and with the Mutt gone, he was severely lacking in easy targets. He hadn't spoken to the man in person at the proper age, but in his NETWORK conversations, it had been entertaining enough. Seymour would do

You arrogant ass! You've killed US!

[seymourelf]

Seymour's eyes flicked over Kaiba, who he found exceedingly slender, but not unworkably so. Pursing his lips very lightly, he set the top card of his deck face-down onto the table, and looked up at his interlocuter with an expression of most frank and fatal boredom.

"The only questions I am answering today are with respect to fortunes, Kaiba Seto. I have just told yours. Do you want to know about it, or not?"

He set the rest of the deck off to the side, and let his arms sprawl freely at his sides. He was confident of Kaiba's need to know - regardless of the irrelevance of the information. An incurious man does not wander into tents such as this, he reasoned.

Noooo!

[shutupandduelme]

The CEO snorted at the very suggestion. "I think my own cards would do a better job of showing my fortune than yours, Priest. Still," he said, sprawling across the chair with the tail of his coat pooling around it, "I have nothing else better to do. And I have already bested fortunetellers with more credentials than you, so this really means nothing."

He shifted in the chair, curving long legs just so, so his whole body position radiated his complete and utter contempt at this whole charade. "Surprise me," he challenged with an intense stare.

[seymourelf]

Seymour responded in a mild tone, "I was unaware that anyone had 'credentials' here, Kaiba."

He turned over the card: on it was a stern woman in fur-trimmed garments, wearing a helmet with long curling horns. In her hands she held a staff, and she looked out from behind thorns over a kingdom of many rivers: hers. A goat knelt at her side.

"The Queen of Pentacles. Womanly fertility, without imagination. You will bear healthy sons, my lord." He said shortly, and with voluptuous sarcasm. It was in fact an exceedingly hilarious card to draw for this particular audience, though no amount of explaining would communicate it to a humorless bastard like Kaiba.

[wegetalifetime]

Death wandered into the tent. She'd been through almost all the other parts of the carnival so far, excluding this one back alley and the fun house mirrors room. The mirrors, she knew, would remind her far too much of Despair for her liking, and it wasn't really safe to draw the attention of any other Endless. If Death could be caught, the trap was likely to ensnare anyone.

But this particular back alley was filled with lots of interesting things. Very bizarre foods, all of which she had bought and tried. They were all delicious in their own way, though not something she'd want to stock up on.

She noticed the Tarot Booth, and couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. Seymour had been quite the interesting character in her life on the island. From a dream realm, it seemed, where they had shared... intimacies. People dreamed very weird things.

Intrigued, she stepped into the tent, wondering what her future would hold.

[seymourelf]

He smiled to see her. The Eternal End Of Sorrows; how gracious of her to visit him here. That he was unaccustomed to her form meant nothing, as he had trained his entire life in her service and shadow, and had never taken consolation in anything but her. Introductions were completely unnecessary from his perspective. He was only surprised at the mundane nature of their current situation.

"I am very pleased to see you at last. Come in, sit, please." He set the cards down - he did not anticipate that Death would need or want a fortune told.

"Forgive me for coming to the point at once, but perhaps you can tell me: is this an afterlife?"

[wegetalifetime]

She laughed, instantly taken with the gentleman. He was rather more direct about death than she was used to, but in a charming kind of way.

"No, not an afterlife," she assured him. "This place is outside Death." It still irked her to be caught here, but all in all it was kind of like an extended mortal visit, which in and of itself wasn't all bad. She'd endured worse.

"Are you going to read my fortune?" she asked, tilting her head towards the stacked Tarot deck.

[seymourelf]

He was unsure of how to take her qualification. If this isn't an afterlife, was her, or was he not, dead? Would he or would he not have to answer for his crimes - either the ones already committed, or the ones upcoming on his schedule? Still, she had relieved him of his ignorance on at least one point.

Her question, however, provoked real surprise. His eyebrow quirked. "It is astonishing that you would want one. Your will is my bidding." he replied with too-immense gravity, kidding on the square.

He fanned the cards out before her. "Choose one, my lady."

[seymourelf]

At the first sign of his latest customer, Seymour smiled and turned a card onto the table face down. "You are here to have your fortune told?"

He asked without even looking at his guest; he was quite unaware that it was Byakuran who had joined him.

[seymourelf]

"Byakuran," Seymour sighed. "I wondered when we would have the opportunity to meet."

There were few things that he enjoyed more than admiring attention, whether he was only imagining it or not. "I am pleased to learn that not everyone on this island is a paranoiac with bad manners. But if you wish to know about me..." And who wouldn't, he thought with unashamed sincerity. "Then we shall deal a card for that as well."

He turned another card onto the table, and then flipped them both over.

Byakuran's card was the Prince of Wands - a fierce youth with red hair and a fist full of lightning, drawn on a chariot composed of fire. Seymour's card was the Prince of Cups, on which a handsome young man with a cruel face, seated in an enormous pale pink shell, seemed to conjure toads, scorpions, and crabs from the depths of a shining grail. Only one of them had been chosen at random.

"Interesting," He remarked.

"They might be brothers, or - something else."

Too late for a reading? ^_^;;

[col_roy_joseph]

"Tarot...?" Roy peered doubtfully up at the sign, a cold pink lemonade in one hand. "I wonder..."

He'd heard of it before, of course. Though there was no religion in Amestris, people still clung to some of the ancient ways. There were fortune tellers there, too, and he'd had the questionable pleasure of being dragged into their tents and shacks by various dates. They were never accurate; they couldn't peg him down. His mixed heritage always drove them crazy. Now though...

Well, it was a chance, wasn't it? And that was something they got none of here on Salkia Island. At least failure wouldn't be anything new... and he might find out something of use.

He pushed back the tent flap and went in, peering around expectantly.