[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.::

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[memoryistime]

*just simply appears by the flowers, having stepped out of time to get there in order to do his daily admiring, before glancing over at this little girl who's sitting there.

He tries to mind his own business, though. That girl is...*

[bull_or_atkins]

"What are you doing, child."

A very old man with a cane.

[triade_oscura]

... Still damaging time-and-space, I see, with little concern for your actions.

::Shuffle, snap, flick, shuffle shuffle, snap, flick...::

[triade_oscura]

Shuffling cards.

::Shuffle shuffle, fliiiiiick.::

[memoryistime]

*... yes. yes, this girl is that one.*

My actions are of no valid concern to you, to state that.

[triade_oscura]

They are my concern when I don't want to wake up and find the sky made of waffle and my food tastes like purple. Still trying to rush around to avoid your own emotions as well, I take it.

::Shuffle shuffle shuffle.::

[memoryistime]

I am doing nothing of the sort. Just leave me be. I made no move to bother you.

[bull_or_atkins]

"To what end?"

[triade_oscura]

Practice. For work.

[bull_or_atkins]

"And what does a little child like you do?"

[triade_oscura]

Except threaten the integrity of the probability of the universe because you have issues.

::Riffle shuffle and one of the cards pops out.:: You keep abusing time like you do, and something will go wrong, just like that.

::The card floats down, revealing itself to be The Joker.::

[triade_oscura]

Study, research, psychoanalysis, study, research, shuffle, practice. Get better.

[bull_or_atkins]

"And what do you research?"

[triade_oscura]

Systems. And the effect of changing a seed component in that system and the dynamic reactions that result from it.

::Riffle shuffle.::

[bull_or_atkins]

"That's a lot for such a little thing."

[triade_oscura]

... Are you attempting to patronize me...?

::Just stares at you, Bullman.::

[bull_or_atkins]

"Yes."

Smuggest look.

[triade_oscura]

... Why?

::She is not impressed.::

[bull_or_atkins]

"Because being patronizing to children is the right of the elderly."

[triade_oscura]

::Rolls her eyes as she riffle shuffles over and over, avoiding bending her cards.::

Uh huh...

[memoryistime]

I still doubt that my actions will cause that. If I felt that they would do anything severe to time itself, I would cease. But I have yet to foresee that. *... he picks up the card for you, placing it down onto the bench you're sitting on*

[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.::

[bull_or_atkins]

"Ah, cards. I never really learned to play with a deck like that, because of a trick an old friend would always do."

[triade_oscura]

I assume by trick, you mean he cheated constantly.

[bull_or_atkins]

"No."

He snatches the deck with frightening speed for an old geezer.

"My friend was.. rather stoic. He had a tendency to intimidate people, unintentionally. But whenever he WANTED to intimidate them, he'd take a deck of cards.."

He sets the deck back on the table, with the edge hanging off, and grips the entire deck between his index finger and thumb.

"Amd he'd bite them, just like this, and rip a perfect thumb shaped wedge out of the entire deck."