[Event Post]

[triade_oscura]

::If you're going through the park, near nice flowers, you can find a little girl at a bench and table shuffling playing cards. Near it is a eyedropper and a glass of water. Perhaps you'd like to ask why she's doing Riffle and Hindu shuffles over and over. And where her mother is.::

Comments

[triade_oscura]

Maybe you don't foresee it because you damage time so much? And I suppose thank you for picking up the card.

::Places it back in, doing a pile shuffle.::

[memoryistime]

I would foresee damage, at the least.

None of my actions do anything to time itself. My current existence would, theoretically, be more of a concern than my actions.

[triade_oscura]

They're both one and the same.

::Holds out the Deck, fanning it out.::

Pick a card. Any card.

[memoryistime]

*... ... ... ... He chooses a card from around the right end.*

[triade_oscura]

Look at it, then return it face down to the deck.

[memoryistime]

*... takes a glance at the card. Whatever it is, he then returns it.*

[triade_oscura]

::Shuffles, shuffle, shuffles.::

Your card, the 9 of Spades. A sign your life is going to hit its worst. That coldness you have around you is going to be smashed, just like you'll do to time.

[memoryistime]

*he was about to look annoyed, but he manages to keep his expression straight, staring down at you*

And to what basis did you come to that conclusion?

[triade_oscura]

Folk fortune telling with regards to playing cards.

[memoryistime]

I feel doubt that a card will do better at predicting where I shall go than anything else.

[triade_oscura]

You'd be surprised, Destroyer of Time.

[memoryistime]

Do not accuse me of that.

*Stare*

[triade_oscura]

::Unperturbed at your staring, she takes her glass of water and throws the water at your face.::

[memoryistime]

*--!! manages to move out of the way, though barely*

And that was for...?

[triade_oscura]

Staring like a pedophile in heat.

[memoryistime]

*... he has literally no comment for it, as he just shakes his head*

Fine. I'll leave. You will not be allowing me to do what I intended on, regardless.

[triade_oscura]

Staring at the flowers? Do that. I have no problem with that.

[memoryistime]

And will you continue to speak unabated as a result?

[triade_oscura]

::Doesn't reply.::

[memoryistime]

*... turns his head away from you, instead focusing on the flowers.

But he feels rather... annoyed. He shouldn't let a child get to him.*