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Random's in the bar.

He's looking a lot calmer, drinking his typical Scotch.

And he's reading Tarot. Apparently without any major portents of doom.

Woo bloody hoo.

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He nods back.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, though. You're level headed and you have your priorities straight. That puts you one up on most people here. Including me, probably..."

This last one is muttered under his breath.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"I get by with a lot of luck and a little prayer... Probably would do better if I switched the two."

Random shrugs.

"I don't know. Depends if you believe the Gods are listening. There's an awful lot of people praying out there, and they're no where further in life."

He chuckled.

"Life isn't measured in distance from a starting point. There is no further."

His eyes glint green.

"But there is an Amber. And if you travel far enough, all roads lead to Amber."

He shrugged.

"I cannot say."

Random grins, looking slightly wicked.

"I can."

A grin.

"Perhaps so..."

"I know so."

He sips his Scotch.

"But such is life. Have you met anyone interesting since you arrived?"

He thought for a moment.

"I met a rather cheery young girl named Shelley."

He grinned.

"A pretty thing, really."

Random smiles.

"Oh? That's nice. Tell me about her."

His brow furrows.

"She has this odd way of looking when she's feeling thoughtful, she has red-hair, and is not particularly tall."

A pause.

"She does not regularly do strenuous activity."

Random nods.

"That sounds pleasant. Is her world like yours? With magic, or no?"

He shook his head.

"I do not know."

He nods.

"And your world? It does have magic, no? Do you work any yourself?"

He nodded.

"I can work some magic."

"Useful and defensive spells or flashy tricks?"

The disdain for the second option is evident in his voice.

He chuckled.

"My powers were often used to fight demons."

A quick chuckle.

"Yourself?"

He smiles.

"Useful and flash tricks. Fun, too. Want a demonstration?"

He pulls a deck of Tarot Cards from his pocket, and holds them out invitingly.

He grins.

"Why not?"

Random nods.

"Pick, let's say... five cards."

Elan Morin's eyes filled with white light as a symbol flashed briefly in the air.

"How about these?"

Five cards are pulled from the deck.

Random's eyes fill with an answering bright green.
His voice deepens, then rises, sliding through impossible registers.

"You, the one called Heart of the Dark, Soul of the Shadow, Elan Morin Tedronai, Rhalen Lyngar, Ba'alzamon, Betrayer of Hope, Ishamael have chosen your cards. They were chosen for you long ago:
Death, Judgment, World, Three of Swords, Three of Wands.

You know their meaning, puppetmaster. Take them as you will."

Random's eyes dull back to their usual green and he sways dangerously, grabbing the edge of the bar.

"Holy shit I should have seen that coming."

Elan Morin's eyebrows went up. His brilliant blue eyes flashed. An almost malevolent grin.

"Impressive."

"I could say the same. That's a sweet act you're putting up."

He steadies himself again.

"So. Created body? Or borrowed, and believe me, I use that term loosely."