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Ada Vessalius ([personal profile] purethingsonly) wrote in [community profile] estoria2015-03-05 03:29 am

if there's something you'd like to know...

Who: Ada Vessalius and YOU
When: 11/25
Where: in front of the Cosplay Cafe
What: Curious fortune-tellings.
Rating/Warning: None!

At any time, there’s usually a decent number of people coming and going from the Cosplay Cafe. However, today there seems to be something a little different about the crowd. They all appear to be huddled around one of the tables out front. Of course, at first it hadn’t been a large gathering at all - just two people at a table. But as people saw what the girl was doing - one by one they became curious and one person at a time, the crowd grew.


There was a young man - he’d been a customer no doubt - and then there was Ada Vessalius. She was again dressed up; this time in a cute kimono, but perhaps more interesting than that was the state of the table in front of her. There were cards all over it - tarot cards. If you asked, it would seem that this wasn’t the first she’d done this today. Upon request, a few customers had received her as their enthusiastic fortune-teller.

It seemed she had just finished, smiling at the customer before gently gathering the cards back into her hand. Perhaps you’d like to be next? Or maybe you just have some questions. Either way, it doesn’t seem like she’s going anywhere just yet.
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[personal profile] meriter 2015-04-01 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"There isn't much I care to know that I wouldn't be able to find out through my own means. Relying on elaborate hoaxes like these only invites trouble." He can't see himself getting converted into becoming a believer of mysticism and mawkish voodoo rituals anymore than Ada Vessalius would actually take the hint that it was a lost endeavor attempting to convince him of its validity, but it's negligible. All of it is, really. And the sooner he can get her off his case about never buying into her scams, the sooner he can get back to doing absolutely nothing with his life. A win-win situation.

Swiping a hand through his hair with a messy flourish, he redirects his gaze back to the cards with a growing sense of apprehension. It's not as if he believed any of the tricks and stratagems employed to make people believers, but she was staring at him way too intently, attention fixated to one single point in a bout of quasi-enthrallment (a gesture that likened her to her peculiarly inscrutable brother).

"Luck, then. Will anything momentous happen in the coming month?"