(A 7'3 man with his 7'1 claymore walks up to The tent) ay....this is the spooky tent, ain't it?

I think I'll wait for more people.... It look...Not a place for one person

Feels like I should go....but...I need to wait,

Rep remains outside the tent, its opening flutters in the breeze. The tent itself is a dark black, so as to allow no external light, and is dimly light by what seems to be candles. An ancient, almost creaking voice rings out from inside V: Who? WHo is it that lingers on my doorstep? Who are you? Who Who? Tell me child, are you here to see who, who who, the who you are? Or are you another tourist, hoping to find a ghost?

Oh..umm...I'm just here to see something that'll scare me, (he says as he drops his 7'1 claymore on the ground, but, he's still holding onto it)

Oh, I'm Zane BTW, but call me rep

Naoya would wander into the tent, a curious smirk on his face as he absently toys with some game system. "Well well, I've heard some odd rumors about this place. So then, what is it this time? Demons preying on the weak, some fortune teller who's killing people to gain power perhaps? Ah well, it could be any number of things. But... I'll just find out." He'd look around at the group, saying a few words to them before stepping inside of the tent. "Oh my, if it's not my old friend Zane again, and of course two people I've never met. Naoya Minegishi, pleasure to meet you I'm sure... Just don't try to kill me or something, and we should get along fine."

Strangely enough, Rep and Neo do fail to see Quintus's entrance, as though the tent's fabric waves and flaps in the breeze in just such a way as to hide him from sight. The voice no longer rings out... Inside Quintus and Naoya finds a rather barren, candlelit tent. There are rows upon rows of chairs off to the side, each one of them empty, only faintly visible in the light. Down the middle of this tent, lies a table with a three candle candlestick standing on top. A pair of chairs is left on their side, leaned outward as though to make it easier to get in. On the other side, one can see a dark-cloaked figure, their hood is down low as though they aim to hide who they are. A high-pitched voice, like that of a young girl squeaks out V: So you've come, come come. I hope you're not another one of those tourists. All they ever cared for is a fright, or maybe a good story to tell, but you want more... More more, so much more than that, don't you? Do you? I hope so. Please, step right up, if that's what you want. Then we shall begin

Well...honestly I just heard this place bout a hour ago, and if there's anything else this place has to me offer. I'll do it

Quintus would almost look surprised by the mysterious cloaked figures appearance but by this point such things were somewhat expected. Looking around nervously once more he would begin to step forward as if to volunteer for something but he wasn't quite sure what. "Uh, I'm not exactly sure what this is in all honesty. It's not dangerous or anything, right?"

Naoya eyes her curiously before turning back to his "game", he'd walk up with a smirk on his face while attempting to spot anything such as obvious magical runes or circles around the room. All while still toying with the COMP of course. "Oh, I guess you'd just call me a curious nobody really. I'm not sure what this is... But, I guess I might be up for it? What are we talking about here, and what's there to be gained from this of course."

And yeah, show me what ya got. I ain't here for the ghost being honest, but, now ya got me interested in what you can do

Zane is still standing outside the tent, talking to himself while everyone else decided to enter. How fun. The cloaked figure sighs and turns their head up a little. Quintus is able to see a delicate, feminine chin, with just a bit of their lips, but the rest is obscured by their hood V: Life is dangerous, and fate is dangerous no less. Do you come to know yourself, to know your fate? If so, then whatever happens is not my fault. I don't do cards, or crystal balls. I ask to see you, and that is all. Naoya doesn't manage to find anything suspicious in the room, other than how barren it is... Come to think of it, there definitely wasn't this much room outside. The cloaked figure taps their fingers along the table for a moment, before replying V:I'm talking about fortune telling, real fortune telling. You seek to know, do you not? Know yourself, know your fate. The arcana is the means by which all is revealed. Know your arcana, know your fate. This same, inexorable fate that binds each and everyone. Delta and Neo walk in to find a small, cozy little tent. There's not much room for more than the table in the center. The table is lit by a single candlestick, and has enough room at it for three. Two chairs towards Delta and Neo, and one, cloaked figure, sitting on the other side. The figure speaks with a gruff, low-pitched voice V: So you've come, come come. I hope you're not another one of those tourists. All they ever cared for is a fright, or maybe a good story to tell, but you want more... More more, so much more than that, don't you? Do you? I hope so. Please, step right up, if that's what you want. Then we shall begin

Enough talking, let's go, (he walks in, with his claymore dragging behind him)

Quintus would be a bit lost at her words and even more distracted by the hints of her true identity but he knew better than to inquire about such a thing. It seemed as if half this business was about being mysterious and he was curious what she meant by his fate. "I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to know something like my fate. Uh, how does this work exactly? Is there anything I need to do specifically?"

"Fate that binds everyone?" Naoya scoffs to himself, any fortune can be broken, even the Laplace Mail was a simple bit of math designed to gather info and then guess the most likely outcome based upon the data. "I don't believe in such things frankly, I'm very aware of the realness of magic and such. Yet even the most powerful of things... Well, there's a way around even a Fate laid out by YHVH if you get strong enough, power makes reality after all." In spite of that however, he shrugs. Much like Laplace Mail, this might be useful to him in some way. "That said, I'll take up your offer. I've nothing better to do at the moment anyways, and such predictions tend toward being useful when looked at as "Likely events which can be averted" rather than "Something you can't change", or that's how I see it."

Taking in the surroundings and listening to what the figure has to say. He takes a moment to breathe before taking a seat and asking a question. A tourist I'm not, but I am more of... an unintended guest you could say. Tell me first what it is you do here before we continue. I may be curious, but I'm not fond of walking into things blindly.

(He also notices the cloaked women, and sits INA chair, with his claymore with him)

The woman chuckles at Quintus's questioning. She raises her left hand and waves it through the air W: No no, nothing much. All I need to know is who you are. Your name and your Arcana, the means by which all is revealed. Give me that, and I can locate your fate. She then looks over to Naoya, it is difficult to tell their emotion from under the hood, but they simply give him a frustrated sigh and begin dragging their nail across the table W: YHVH eh? I haven't heard that name in a long, long time. Was starting to think people had forgotten the old man. He's just as much a slave to fate as everyone else. His life, his existence is far longer and grander than that of us mortals, but really, in the end, no one escapes from Fate. The masculine cloaked figure hardly seems to stir from their place across the table, they tap their fingers impatiently, before answering Delta M:They say the Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. What I do here is take these means, and reveal their fate to those who seek it. Fate is a fickle thing, it does not enjoy being tampered with. Ordinarily everything is fine. But just in case, well, whatever happens is neither my fault nor in my control. That goes for you too, mute. Though you may worry this be a bit awkward, fate cares not for capability, everyone has a fate, whatever it is, can be determined. Though I cannot promise how that plays out Zane enters to find an entirely ordinary tent, with one, small, cloaked figure sitting at a table. The table has two candlesticks, and a chair on each side. The cloaked figure taps their hand against the table impatiently, before giving out in a bored tone V: So you've come, come come. I hope you're not another one of those tourists. All they ever cared for is a fright, or maybe a good story to tell, but you want more... More more, so much more than that, don't you? Do you? I hope so. Please, step right up, if that's what you want. Then we shall begin

I see. A chance to see what fate has in store for me... Taking a glance at Neo before returning his gaze to the cloaked figure he quickly comes to a decision. I can't say I'm not curious. Well then, if you'll show me what's in store I'll take you up on it. What needs to be done to begin?

"Arcana... Death I'd wager, cycles and I know each other all too well, as for my knowing that name? He and I have quite the history with each other. As for his fate... Well, there's always The Great Will, but I'd say we're best agreeing to disagree on the nature of fate, yes? And my name, Naoya Minegishi... Or if I give the truth, Cain, son of Adam and Eve." Naoya's red eyes gave over at her, finally putting his COMP away and bothering to speak properly at this point. Anyone who knows the old bastard clearly has quite the clue what they're doing, so he'd simply begin waiting to see what she can

The man sighs and looks up a little, Delta is able to barely see the tip of their broad chin from under the robe. He speaks, having clearly rehearsed, or maybe they simply need to say this line so very often. MV: It is easiest if I have your name and arcana. Though, I guess I can make an exception in the mute's case. I can work with as little as a face, but that takes a lot more effort on my part. I can't promise anything about the results. The woman looks up further, now Naoya is able to see their delicate, oh so delicate face and eyes, a light, ashy grey. flickering in the candlelight WV: Very well then Naoya, Cain, whatever name is fine by me. Close your eyes, and allow me to tug those delicate strings of fate. Even a glimpse should be enough. oh, but be careful. Sometimes people don't come back

Surprised that MV could tell Neo is a mute, Delta thinks for a brief moment before responding. Rather straight forward, if a bit strange. My name is Delta, and I happen to believe the Emperor suits me the most. And I think I've a way to help with the girl. With a flash of blue light, small letters made of ice appear on the table, one of each in the alphabet. Turning to Neo, he asks her two questions You can read right? Would you mind using these to spell out your name and arcana?

Naoya closes his eyes and hears the woman's voice ring out in the darkness, she sounds almost curious now, as though finding an interesting toy WV: Naoya, or Cain, whatever you wish to call yourself. Death means both the beginning, and the end. For most people, it means phases, you die as a child to be born as a teen. You die as a teen and are reborn as an adult. For you, you get far more literal translations. You... Are trapped. Trapped in a stage in this cycle, forever to die, but never to be reborn as something else. Now, open your eyes child, and see what fate has in store for you. Whenever Naoya decides to open his eyes, he finds himself in the tent no longer. Rather, looking around there is little more than a barren wasteland. Off in the distance he can see clouds of dust and light, most likely from conflict. To his right, is a small, greying town with little of note. It is very old and worn-out, and no vehicles can be seen nearby. Its possible the town is abandoned. The cloaked figure seems satisfied, if bored, but still they read the letters. After a brief nod the figure sighs Very well then Delta the Emperor. Neopolitan the Devil. Close your eyes, if you so desire, and see what fate has in store. though I warn you, I cannot tell you what might happen next. Just know, usually these things go fine and everyone walks out. But sometimes, well, sometimes I don't see them again. No one does.

"Hmm, a ruined town eh? Looks like Tokyo if the JSDF had been left to deal with things on their own. Not large enough I'd say, but a funny thought nonetheless." Naoya absently checks for his COMP, he sounds mildly curious about all the devastation around him. Red eyes shining a bit as he walks off into the town, only thing of note. So why not see what it holds in store? Beyond that, he watches for anything moving about and such, wouldn't do to get ambushed after all.

I thank you for the warning. I'll be taking the risk all the same. I have faith it isn't yet my time to leave this life behind. With nothing more to say, Delta closes his eyes and waits for whatever will happen next to begin.

Naoya meets no apparent resistance as he walks through the empty streets. Occasionally he seems to catch sight of a few people, peeking out at him from the corner of buildings. They probably assumed they're safe. Naoya continues walking down the main street for a bit, seeing typical sights such as a few old restaurants, a movie theater, and a grocery store. Just looking in the window the groceries seem to be in rather good condition, considering the age of the rest of the town. WV: For the most part, you work alone. Ever searching for some sort of retribution, something to sate your hatred of that YHVH you mentioned. Or perhaps you sincerely despise order? Regardless, Death is a card of cycles, but not just cycles, the card of change. Do you change? Neo closes her eyes, leaving the tent a pitch black. The masculine voice rings out MV: Neopolitan, the Devil. The Devil is a rather unpleasant card, a fate far worse than Death. You have your weaknesses, your limits. These things, these desires, they often end up defining you. When Neo opens her eyes, she finds herself lying in a prison cell, chain around her ankle. She's laying on a standard, if dirty, cloth cot. Though strangely enough all her clothing is the same, she feels a cold draft from this damp, dusty place, and can make out only a little light coming from the cell door. As with Naoya and Neo before, Delta closes his eyes and hears a voice ring out. The man's gruff voice seems to scrape against the darkness of the tent MV: Delta the Emperor. One would expect such a card to lead to a grand fate. The Emperor embodies authority, respect, all of these you have. Was it just curiosity, that led you to me? Or does fate have something far, far more interesting in store? I wonder, just what kind of leader do you seek to be? Delta wakes up to find himself in a large, medieval throne room, sitting upon the throne in the same outfit he arrived in. Looking around the room, there are few people in yet. To his left is an empty, ornate chair, possibly for an empress. On each side are two doorways, with simple wooden doors within them. The castle is drafty and dusty as though it went unoccupied for years

Aincrad looks at the tent and whistles, twirling his cane around and tapping his foot. "Looks like he's late again. Seriously what's taking h-" "I'm here!" Shadow runs onto the scene panting and still in his forging outfit. In his hands lies a weird looking bulbous gun, sparks seeming to fly off it. "Sorry that took so long... This the place where the rumors stated?" Aincrad nods and grabs the gun, absentmindedly talking and explaining to Shadow. "Yeah, people disappearing is what worries me the most. Shall we?" Shadow smirks and nods, dissipating in blue flames as Aincrad walks forward, and into the tent, attaching his gun to his cane.

"Despise order? Quite so yes, I find the whole concept stifling, can't do anything with the moral crusader types roaming about trying to enforce their rules on you. And revenge! Oh yes, I'm quite keen on ending that bastard, he might well come back at some point, but if nothing else, I'll have freed the world from him for a while!" The man sighs, change huh? He could try that, but it's not his style either... No, Cain's old and set in his ways beyond the point of what most would call insane, they might be right, but he'd not give a damm. "As for change... No, I do not change, nor do I really desire to. My methods shift constantly, but the goals and ideas inside my mind remain the same as they've been thousands of years. I'm much too old for worrying about changing myself, even more with all the work I've got to do. But then again, perhaps I'll try this change thing out once I'm done with my job?" His tone would lead to believe he's joking, for Naoya's part... He's not entirely sure on that himself, perhaps staying the same this long truly isn't good for him? But regardless, he's got nothing else, well. Beyond Abel, Kazuya, whatever his brother is going by these days.

Opening his eyes, Delta takes in the scene before him and ponders it briefly, a hand on his chin. The type of leader I wish to be? I want to inspire others to be their best selves and stay true to that. Not so different from a certain someone I used to know for a time. If I have to be a leader to accomplish this than so be it. Deciding to rise from "his" throne, he steps down and approaches the door closest to him on the right side of the room from his perspective. Placing his right hand on the handle, he pauses. With a quick thought, he attempts to summon Ramses II for a fraction of a second. He wouldn't continue without knowing whether or not his Persona was available to him.

Inside Aincrad finds there to be almost no tent at all. Rather, it has just enough room for a small table, lit by a single, waxy candle. There are two chairs on Aincrad's side, each tilted so as to make them easier to get into. Meanwhile, on the other side is a short figure in a dark purple cloak. Their hands are visibly shaking, and once the figure finally speaks up, they sound quite like a child CV: Oh... Uh... W... Why do I have to get the complicated ones? *clears throat*. S.... So you've come, come come. I hope you're n.... not another one of those tourists. A... All they ever cared for is a fright, or maybe a good story to tell, but you want more... m... More more, so much more than that, don't you? Do you? I hope so. P..... Please, step right up, if that's what you want. Then we shall begin Naoya continues through the streets, walking by the previously noted buildings. After all, empty places are of no interest to him. Off in the distance, Naoya catches sight of a ragtag group of children, probably orphans, playing soccer in the middle of the street. The voice goes silent for no, apparently little to comment on Neo's chain does not appear to have any lock, it is merely tethered to the wall behind her, though it has a fair amount of slack, she could probably get about halfway across the room without the chain affecting her. The masculine voice rings out MV: You find yourself trapped, but trapped by who? This is the all important question. Your fate, it seems. You find your freedom restrained, yourself lost. But who, who who, who is it that binds you? Neo is able to see very little out the door from where she is. There seems to be a torch outside the doorway, but very little else of note. If there is anyone down here, they don't seem to be near the door anymore Ramses bursts into life as willingly as ever, though not for long, it is more than long enough for Delta to know he remains as well-armed as ever. He reaches the nearest door, the handle is worn and rusted, but seems like it will be easy to turn. The voice rings out MV: But is that truly satisfactory? You wish to help others, to let them be the best, but what if they don't know where to go? A ruler leads the lost, guides them, gives them purpose. That is the fate of all Emperors. And fate doesn't like being messed with.

The man reaches down for his COMP, he'd test out his summon program and try to cast a simple Agi spell at a nearby building before going on. Haste makes waste and he's not dealing with people, without knowing his options. Regardless, the Summoner would then pick up the group with a smirk on his face, sounding rather playful, if a bit short on emotion as he speaks to them. "Well, what an odd place to see kids like yourselves out. So, care to tell me anything about this place? I'm rather new around here and seem to be utterly lost, so if you kids could help it'd be great." In spite of asking for info, he sounds as casual and slightly bored as always... Maybe not the best approach, but it's his.

Turning the handle to see what lies behind the door, Delta responds to MV. Within themselves lies an answer that every person can come to. It is not merely up to a ruler to lead them to it. Anyone at all can help another reach a conclusion. It's foolish for any ruler to believe that they alone are capable of this. If I truly am meant to do all of what you say, it will not be anything only those of the Emperor Arcana are capable of. That is what I believe the best rulers realize.

Naoya successfully scorches the side of a nearby building, the flash of light and sound from his spell attracts the attention of one of the children, who stops playing in order to wave to the others, and get their attention in turn. So all the people are attentive when Naoya reaches them, one of the kids tilts their head. K1: Shouldn't he? K2: Maybe its a test, Sensei always used to.... K3: Could you two be any louder, just answer the question. K1: S... Sorry. *the child briefly clears his throat before responding further* This is the town of Taimen, one of the few places left. Sensei's always open to travelers. Neo makes it about halfway across the room before noticing the chain growing taught. She is able to feel it, tethering her to where she was. Looking out the door, very little else can be determined from here, perhaps this is simply all there is? Delta opens the door to find the very same throne room on the other side. Yet, this time, rather than being old, worn-out, and dusty, the room looks clean, new, almost spotless. There is a small crowd gathered at the far end of the room, dressed in various ways from teenagers with their jeans and T-shirts, to businessmen in various stage of dress. The crowd backs away upon seeing him, except for one, taller woman, dressed in their own business suit TW: There you are, these people have been waiting for your verdict long enough. Unfortunate what happened really. Those kids.... Still, we have no doubt you'll be able to make the right decision.

"Sensei? Hmm, I guess I'd like to speak with this Sensei of yours..." He pauses for a moment. While giving out names to magic types isn't always a good plan. It seems unlikely to hurt him here and now. "At any rate, call me Naoya if you care to. And some directions would be nice, unless for some reason you feel the need to lead me there." Either way, he'd start walking off in search of this person, following one of the kids. Or just going where they said to.

With only the slightest pause in his stride, as he approaches the woman that chose not to back away. Right, waiting on me for a decision... He let his face show a calm mask as his mind raced considering possible scenarios that could have occurred. Related to a group of children in a bad way going by what the woman said. Could they be dead? But why would he need to decide something unless they or the cause of death were related to him in some fashion? Could they have just gotten into trouble and now facing punishment? Making assumptions would only lead to floundering when the moment came. Now, if I could trouble you to, give me the details on what happened once more. Another review before a verdict is passed couldn't hurt.

The children look among themselves once again, and begin whispering, rather loudly I might add. It seems they're trying to be stealthy, and failing K1: Is he being serious? K2: Just answer the question.... I guess. K3: I'll do it... *sigh* Honestly you two. The third child looks over to Naoya and bows to him respectfully, the other two kids, though somewhat confused, follow his lead K3: Are you sure you're alright Sensei? You usually ended up hanging out in the abandoned theater back there. I.... Is this supposed to be one of your tests? I dunno..... Most of the walls and ceilings seem to remain out of reach, they're old, damp, and in some places mossy, everything you might expect from a prison. As for the chain, Neo can tell it is uniform, and quite well-made. There doesn't seem to be a single point on it that is weaker than another. The chain feeds into the wall a little, enough for it to be impossible for Neo to see the end of it, though it doesn't look like the chain stretches further. She hears the voice ring out again MV: Poor child, if only you could speak. I'm no mind reader, though it might help for you to think anyways. Who exactly is it that binds you? What is there left keeping you here, away from your happiness? The woman sighs and begins looking through a few notebooks, it seems that she is quite busy, but in moments she finds a small stack of papers W: There were a series of missing persons cases a while back, mostly kids, though there were some men and women among them. Seven individuals in all. This all happened over the course of a few months, so its not like it was impulsive or anything. We found one of the bodies buried near the accused's house. And a few of their belongings were left inside, perhaps as a trophy? I don't plan to understand someone like that. The woman seems awfully calm, almost as though they deal with such matters on a daily basis, or maybe they simply find themselves unable to care any further. Regardless they look back to Delta W: I think its fairly obvious what everyone wants, but it IS your decision in the end sir.

The man smirks at them, he'd lean back on a building with an odd look in his eyes. He'd pause for a moment... Before clapping a bit and chuckling. "Geez, can't even fool you for a minute huh? Well, I'd be pretty annoyed if you didn't question me starting the old "I've lost my memory" bit!" In spite of not really knowing what's going on, this is the kinda shit he'd pull regardless. So might as well just roll with the punches! "Tests aside though, anything odd I've missed lately? Not like I'd expect too much... But, one can never be too careful after all."

I see. A most grievous offence indeed... but what of the other missing persons? Has there been any information found on what happened to them? And has the accused admitted to committing the murder? With a slight sigh, he continues. His tone is more confident than before, hoping that taking this course of action was a wise choice. If the answer to either of those is no then I want to speak with the accused myself and have a cell prepared for them. Actions such as these cannot go unpunished, but a false accusation would be a greater injustice, and endangerment of others.

The voice laughs at Neo, a low, thoughtless laugh. They regain their composure in a moment, before answering MV: As a fortune teller, my job is not to worry about the past. We are here to talk about the future. Is it really so difficult for you to move forward? If you are done, just lay back down, and go to sleep. You look like you'll be fine, though perhaps no wiser for it. After all, this is what fate has in store. The first child, blinks for a moment before shaking their head, they end ups scratching the back of their head K1: Nothing notable really, the fighting seems to have gotten a bit further, I guess you really must have scared them off, huh? The second child remains silent, shrinking away from Naoya a bit while the third one sighs K3: I don't really understand the point of this. I know we're supposed to be willing to try helping anyone who manages to make it here, but I don't think this is good practice. K1: Are you really in any position to question him, after all he's done for us? K3: I... Its not that I'm complaining, I just find it to be..... A fourth voice, not unlike Naoya's own rings out from behind him. Though the voice is the same, this one speaks with an air of confidence, not in his power, but perhaps in his experience N?: A bit odd, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not looking to start anything. More curious how it is you happen to look just like me. I hope you weren't planning on doing anything stupid. The woman sighs and shakes their head, reviewing their notes quickly before looking back up at Delta W: We found some of their belongings in the accused's house as well, though there's no word on the bodies yet. Of course he'd deny it, anyone would. But he sounds so desperate... *sigh* if you insist. He's already waiting in the cells. The woman would wave for Delta to follow her across the throne room, to the very same door he entered the last time, on the right, closest to the throne itself. The crowd backs away, reluctant to approach, or even speak

Naoya looks over at his other self curiously, my, of course, there'd be another version of himself... Tell the truth? "Let's see then, I'd wager I look like you because I am you? Unless you are not, in fact, Naoya Minegishi. If that's the case, I frankly haven't got any idea!" He'd laugh for a moment before shrugging, might as well explain the truth in a way that doesn't call his other self a fake, who even knows if they are fake given how odd that Nexus is? "To sum up, I met some odd fortune teller, said they'd reveal secrets of my future and next thing I know I'm here... If I had to guess? I'd say I'm you, just not quite from this universe, of course, any of that sounding reasonable hinges upon your own experiences being akin to mine." He watches the other Naoya curiously, sounding entirely sure of himself as he speaks. And looking at his face would reveal... Nothing, as always there's simply that casual smirk. Ah well, it should be fun seeing if he's Cain too!

The other Naoya calmly addresses his doppleganger, he breathes a quick sigh and shakes his head N?: You are correct, my name is Naoya Minegishi. I know nothing of fortune tellers or other universes, and quite frankly I don't care. To me, you're just another traveler then. The other Naoya brushes his hair out of his eyes in order to get a better look at the other, he maintains a somewhat distant calm, but Naoya might recognize the wary look in his eyes N?: So, while I do have you here, is there anything you need? Or would you rather be on your way? Its no particular matter to me, since you're not trying to start something The woman leads him down a few hallways into what seems to be the castle dungeons. Her modern clothing and pen contrasting with the ancient halls and walkways. After some time they make it to the holding cells. All the cells are empty but one, inside of which is a single man, dressed in rags, whose head is down, either in thought or in sleep Neo returns to the cot and accepts their fate. Soon, she wakes up, back in the small, cozy tent. With only herself and the fortune teller present. The figure sighs and taps the table for a moment, as though thinking of what to say MV: And there it is. The devil's fate. Bound to eternally hold themselves back by some perceived shackles, some fictional outside force. When in fact, well.. I suppose I shouldn't say more. Fate is inexorable, but that does not mean there is only one path that fate may lead. I hope you can learn to be more wary from this. Know your limits, and know yourself. And your path shall follow in kind. With that, the figure leans back, and becomes silent, motionless even. OOC: And with that, we shall finish it tomorrow, perhaps at somewhat seperate times, but that is fine for something individualized like this