(ooc: thank you, and do enjoy him being a weirdo! i've been enjoying this thread ;-;)
Perhaps.
[he glances away for a moment, to the side, a little sullen at claude's attempts to try and figure out the 'trick' behind his suppositions. nevertheless, the medicine seller hardly gives much away with his non-answers. instead, he waits until the man chooses another card, just slightly off-center, and he offers the same ritualistic movements of a held sleeve as he reaches out with his hand to turn it over.
and with every turned card, the pictures seem to become more elaborate.]
The Deer and The Antlers.
[—if this were to push claude past the 'not a coincidence' realm, no one could blame him.]
You are torn between two — like a mirror, both reflections true, but from different worlds. A burden to build, no — to break down walls. That is your Reason.
[hands back on his lap, he bows his head politely. the form, a leader who commands his people forward, be it captain, commander, lord, or king. the truth, a plan that hides underneath his more obvious actions, aiming for a goal unknown to others separate from his inner circle. the reason, perhaps his loyalty to two masters, or two different people he calls his own, wanting to join them together not in war, but to become one.
no subject
Perhaps.
[he glances away for a moment, to the side, a little sullen at claude's attempts to try and figure out the 'trick' behind his suppositions. nevertheless, the medicine seller hardly gives much away with his non-answers. instead, he waits until the man chooses another card, just slightly off-center, and he offers the same ritualistic movements of a held sleeve as he reaches out with his hand to turn it over.
and with every turned card, the pictures seem to become more elaborate.]
The Deer and The Antlers.
[—if this were to push claude past the 'not a coincidence' realm, no one could blame him.]
You are torn between two — like a mirror, both reflections true, but from different worlds. A burden to build, no — to break down walls. That is your Reason.
[hands back on his lap, he bows his head politely. the form, a leader who commands his people forward, be it captain, commander, lord, or king. the truth, a plan that hides underneath his more obvious actions, aiming for a goal unknown to others separate from his inner circle. the reason, perhaps his loyalty to two masters, or two different people he calls his own, wanting to join them together not in war, but to become one.
an honorable man, in the end.
he lifts his head again.]
Quite the life tale.