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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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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."

A crafty grin.

"Mask of Mirrors... My appearance is changed."

A pause.

"I believe that you are aware of some of the implications of who I am, and what I do."

He nods his head.

"It's a risk I should have warned you of before I offered you the cards. But I was foolish. I thought you no more than a simple liar, perhaps at best a petty criminal."

It's a back handed compliment, admitting that he made a mistake.

A dark chuckle.

"Always be careful when you think you have someone figured out, Random."

He paused.

"Because sometimes, appearances can be deceiving."

He snorts.

"I know that, of course. But you are good at what you do."

He takes a sip of his Scotch.

"Shall I buy you a drink? Something out of character, perhaps? I imagine one must get quite tired of ale, past a certain point."

A calm smile.

"An ice water."

Elan Morin glanced to the side slightly.

"Thank you for the compliment, by the way. I get far too few of those."

"What, not even from Shelley?"

His face twists.

"Poor girl. Though you are welcome."

He orders the water, and hands it to Elan Morin, carefully not letting their hands touch.

His blue eyes watch Random carefully.

"I would not worry too much about Lady Shelley... She will be quite all right."

His definition of all right and most people's would not fit together at all.