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open post 🔮 ic fortunetelling
[Clio is what we're gonna call interesting, if we mean to be accurate but reasonably polite.
She spends most of her time lounging about the tea house, where she doesn't technically work even though the demons in charge pay her a salary—they like her quite well, it seems, even though she doesn't really do anything for them and won't be beholden to their schedule or whims, hence a tendency to wander about at her leisure.
If asked, the demons in charge will tell patrons (outside of Clio's earshot) that they planted catnip in their garden and came back to find her rolling around in it. It's the lion in her—and apparently there's enough of it to keep whatever the catnip might have done to the goat or snake in her.
Those familiar with the ancient myths will recognize her as a chimera in her three parts, plus a more humanoid shape to it all: a woman with lion's ears, goat's horns, snake's scales in her skin, and all three tails. Her forked tongue makes sss noises when it flicks past her lips. Her pupils sit sideways.
Still, she's human enough to carry a conversation with, though she's got that cat-like aloofness to her. Always, she carries a deck of cards with her. Often, it sits on the table in front of her while she's incorrectly splayed out in a chair. Without much prompting, she's happy to ask:]
Are you interesssted in having your fortune told?
ic fortunetelling! i'm learning the citadel deck in anticipation for drachenfest, so here's my drachenfest character doing those fortunes. isekai your character or imagine we're all in the same jamjar or that they walked into an interdimensional tea house i don't CARE. clio can also be pretty easily isekai'd anywhere else, just give her somewhere to lounge around in.
feel free to start with your character's initial approach, pick up from where i left off, start somewhere different, put us in the middle of asking the question, have your character ask about the process first, have them pry about clio's existence, it's whatever, have fun with it. bracket and prose styles both acceptable.
basic three card spreads are happening generally. have a specific question in mind. yes-or-no questions are bad, but if your character asks one, clio will give them shit and i'll assume ooc you know what you're doing.
She spends most of her time lounging about the tea house, where she doesn't technically work even though the demons in charge pay her a salary—they like her quite well, it seems, even though she doesn't really do anything for them and won't be beholden to their schedule or whims, hence a tendency to wander about at her leisure.
If asked, the demons in charge will tell patrons (outside of Clio's earshot) that they planted catnip in their garden and came back to find her rolling around in it. It's the lion in her—and apparently there's enough of it to keep whatever the catnip might have done to the goat or snake in her.
Those familiar with the ancient myths will recognize her as a chimera in her three parts, plus a more humanoid shape to it all: a woman with lion's ears, goat's horns, snake's scales in her skin, and all three tails. Her forked tongue makes sss noises when it flicks past her lips. Her pupils sit sideways.
Still, she's human enough to carry a conversation with, though she's got that cat-like aloofness to her. Always, she carries a deck of cards with her. Often, it sits on the table in front of her while she's incorrectly splayed out in a chair. Without much prompting, she's happy to ask:]
Are you interesssted in having your fortune told?
ic fortunetelling! i'm learning the citadel deck in anticipation for drachenfest, so here's my drachenfest character doing those fortunes. isekai your character or imagine we're all in the same jamjar or that they walked into an interdimensional tea house i don't CARE. clio can also be pretty easily isekai'd anywhere else, just give her somewhere to lounge around in.
feel free to start with your character's initial approach, pick up from where i left off, start somewhere different, put us in the middle of asking the question, have your character ask about the process first, have them pry about clio's existence, it's whatever, have fun with it. bracket and prose styles both acceptable.
basic three card spreads are happening generally. have a specific question in mind. yes-or-no questions are bad, but if your character asks one, clio will give them shit and i'll assume ooc you know what you're doing.
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[Her tongue flicks out a little and for a moment, Clio does a blep. It looks particularly silly with her thin, forked snake's tongue sticking out of her cat-lipped face.
She refocuses.]
Ssspecific is better. The cardsss are only ssso ssspecific themselves, you sssee.
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[She taps one finger, long-nailed like a claw, to the card deck.]
They aren't very ssspecific, ssso you won't get an anssswer like a yesss or a no. I sssuppose I wasssn't ssspecific enough either when I told you that, though, ssso my apologiesss.
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Alta hated not having anything to do, so the offer was a relief. She immediately sat down across from the chimera girl.]
Yeah sure, why not.
So how does this work?
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Firssst, you sssit over here, and then you give me sssomething shiny.
[Patrons usually paid in coin, but Clio was known for taking interesting baubles just as happily.]
Then you ask a quessstion. Sssomething more ssspecific. If you jussst asssk for a yesss or no, the cardsss won't be helpful at all. Shuffle the deck yourssself, and I'll perform the reading.
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[Alta patted down her pockets uncertainly, before producing a little metal horse. She’d found it on the floor while sweeping up and had figured she could maybe use it as decoration for the shop.
She spent a moment rubbing some dust off of it, then put it down on the table between them.]
How’s that? I want to know what I need to do to be able to fight again.
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Thisss will do very nicccely.
Shuffle thessse. [She handed her cards towards Alta. Not every patron was permitted to shuffle themselves, despite it being the best way to get a reading, but Alta was familiar.] Hand them back when you feel that they're ready, and I'll tell you what they have to sssay.
Why misssss fighting? It ssseemsss exhausssting.
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[Alta almost seemed to glow from within as she took the cards and started shuffling.]
So much of life is confusing and subjective, but when I’m in the arena all the…the noise, it just fades away and everything becomes simple, measurable. It’s just me and my opponent. One of us will win, and one will lose. One of us worked for it longer, focused better, trained harder!
[She realized her voice had been getting louder and that she was shuffling possibly unnecessarily hard. She tidied the deck up and passed it back.]
It’s just such a rush. I don’t know how else to put it.
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for the sorlock, it's treasure and the draw of puzzles, but it's all the same at the end. ]
Is that all there is? No offering of snacks to lock me in, no incense burning to pass the time and keep me amenable to your whims?
[ after decades of fey dealing, the dragonborn is understandably wary. though there's no suspicion in her voice, just a lighthearted curiosity. ]
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I would asssk for sssomething shiny in exssschange.
[Most pay for her services with coin, which she accepts just as happily as an entertaining trinket or bauble, as coins can be exchanged quite easily for fun snacks or other entertaining trinkets or baubles.]
But jussst that.
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well, if catnip keeps her here... thorn wouldn't be so graceless as to offer a ball of shiny-wool yarn (hilarious as the idea might be), but maybe there's something tucked away in her bag, or pockets. a moment is spared, shuffling through her inventory before she holds up a blue and gold turtle pendant between her thumb and forefinger. where she got it and how is a story untold in and of itself, but that's all ephemera now. a memory already catalogued in her sketchbook. ]
Catch!
[ underhanded, thorn tosses the shiny to clio. ]
It's an enchanted construct. Keep it nice and polished and maybe it'll run around for you.
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When she rolls in the catnip he sees it as only a natural occurrence. Who could not but enjoy such a lovely day out here, near the teahouse and its grounds, where it is warm and the sky only a bit marred by clouds? ]
It is a nice day. What is that you are carrying?