Iggy the fool selflessly doing that which he would never do before.
Polnareff the chariot coming to terms with his aggression and eagerness for action through wisdom and sacrifice.
Kakyoin The Hierophant nurturing the next great champion at the cost of himself
I cant think of the rest right now
Iggy the fool selflessly doing that which he would never do before.
Polnareff the chariot coming to terms with his aggression and eagerness for action through wisdom and sacrifice.
Kakyoin The Hierophant nurturing the next great champion at the cost of himself
I cant think of the rest right now
Feels... appropriate. A plunge into fantasy and mysticism after a life of moderation and restraint. We are currently static, but desire change and upheaval.
Also, seems kinda premature to speculate on what powers each card will earn. We have exactly zero knowledge of what kind of setting this quest runs, so the powers could be virtually anything. The Star could be literal star fire, or being an inhumanly charismatic popstar, or a technomancer specializing in lights, or... Anything.
Feels... appropriate. A plunge into fantasy and mysticism after a life of moderation and restraint. We are currently static, but desire change and upheaval.
Also, seems kinda premature to speculate on what powers each card will earn. We have exactly zero knowledge of what kind of setting this quest runs, so the powers could be virtually anything. The Star could be literal star fire, or being an inhumanly charismatic popstar, or a technomancer specializing in lights, or... Anything.
he said use our spiritual knowledge of the tarot and i based my choice in what the star represents becoming better stronger and wiser then you were before coming to a spiritual awakeningas a result of trials you must face and emerging the person you were always meant to be
After looking up all the options I was interested in, I have to say I like The Star best. It implies the kind of story I enjoy - or at least a character I can get behind that fits our backstory so far.
"Ah, the Star card, a good omen. It is the light within the darkness, the calm after the storm. It represents hope for the future, of being free from the doubts and fears that would hold you back. It seems that peace may be with you a bit longer after all." The old gypsy lady seems pleased to see the card that you have chosen. "Now, I said I would give you a good luck charm, yes?"
You nod. "Yeah, you did."
"Aye, I did. Here." Reaching into their clothes, they pull something out and hold it out to you. Gingerly you take it and look it over. "This is a gift from me to you."
It looks like some kind of...passport? It looks to be made from high-quality black leather and you like the silver ornaments on the cover but why would the fortune teller give you something like this. Flipping it open, you frown as you try and figure out what the hell she gave you.
It seems to actually be some kind of elaborate card holder. There are plastic sleeves for other cards and on the back of the cover, there's a stylised slot to put one in.
"The Star Card is yours. Put it in the Folder and keep it safe. I promise you that it will aid you when the time comes." The old crone says cryptically. You shrug your shoulder. Hey, free stuff. Can't complain plus it looks neat. It's the kind of stuff that Yumiko would like. Worst come to worse, you could always give it to your best friend. "But only you and you alone shall benefit from the protection that the Card and the Folder."
And there goes that idea.
"Thank you, er..." You realise that you have no idea what the fortune teller's name is. The old woman smile at you and that's when you notice something off. In fact, it seems like the smoke from the lamps was getting thicker. "The hell?"
"I believe our time is up for now. Until we meet again, Ren Nakamura." As the smoke quickly fills up your vision, you manage to get a glimpse of the old gypsy woman and you discover that she has changed appearance. Instead of a wrinkly old lady, you see a beautiful young woman with a mysterious smile, staring back at you with a twinkle in her eyes.
Wait, how did she know your name?
As your vision becomes completely filled with smoke, you feel as though the world has turned upside down. Nausea rises within you and you feel the urge to vomit, only held back by your strength of will. Finally, your stomach settles down as the smoke clears away. You're still seated at a table but instead of a fortune-teller's tent, you find yourself outside. Looking around, nobody seems to have reacted to your sudden appearance. You nearly jump out of your skin when someone puts a plate of kebab skewers and chips in front of you.
"Your order, boy." The waiter informs you before heading off to handle the next order. Looking around more carefully, you realise that you are in the food stall area of the open markets. You take a look at the time and find that only a few minutes had passed while you were getting your fortune told.
Was all that just a dream? Did you space out and had a disturbingly realistic daydream?
The cardholder and the smell of incense on your clothes say otherwise.
That and a piece of paper with a message saying thanks for your time and that the food is a bonus.
After thinking about for a bit, you decide that you can't think on an empty stomach and dig into the food in front of you. Free food is free food.
…
The meal was quick but filling. Unfortunately, you still don't know what to make of what had happened. Asking around the market reveals that nobody - pedestrians, market regulars, peddlers, workers - have any recollection of there ever being a fortune-teller in the area. You even asked the guy manning the kebab stall what you were doing when you showed up but according to him, you'd just wandered in and sat at the table for about five minutes as someone else ordered and paid for your meal. The guy didn't remember who paid for your lunch though so no clue there.
Eventually, you are forced to give up on trying to figure out what the hell was the deal with the fortune-teller. The cardholder is the only proof you have that she had actually existed so you're definitely holding onto that. Tiring of the city, you proceed to make your way home.
When you return home, you find Yumiko in your house, playing with the twins, Hazuki and Kazuki.
"Raagh! Not this time, Magical Yumiko! This time I have super ultra anti-cootie armour!"
"Oh no! That means I'm in trouble! Whatever shall I do!"
"You shall be annexed! Go General Hazu, masticate her!"
"Nraaah!"
"Ha! You think you can - Hey! Wait what are you - Ewewew! Gross!"
You have a hard time holding back your laughter at the sight of Yumiko in one of her magical girl outfits playing superheroes with your younger siblings, especially with the sister latched onto Yumiko's leg and attempting to gnaw at her leg with little success.
"Ah! Big Bro! You're back!" The twins are first to realise that you're back home. Immediately, Hazuki removes herself from Yumiko's now droll covered leg and joins Kazuki in welcoming you back home. Yumiko gives you a tired wave and a smile before trying to wipe your sister's drool from her leg. "Ayano's preparing for dinner and Mikazuki's out hanging with his friends."
"Heh, well hopefully Mika will be back in time for dinner." The second eldest of your siblings, Mikazuki's currently in his rebellious phase and has been somewhat distant from the rest of the family in recent months. You're sure he's doing fine though so you turn your attention to your cosplaying friend. "So how are you, Yumiko? I'm done with your request. Have you seen it?
"I'm just, ew, dandy, Ren," Yumiko replies with a strained tone. She then shoots you a smile and pounces on you for a tight hug. "And yeah, I saw it! It's perfect!"
You smile back. It's always good to hear people praise your work.
"Oh hey, bro! Welcome back." Ayano greets you as well, poking her head out from the kitchen. "Can you help me peel some of the vegetables?"
Being the dutiful brother that you are, you head to the kitchen as the twins resume their roughhousing with Yumiko. Despite being a rich girl, Yumiko loved hanging out with your family.
…
Dinner was a simple but filling affair. Mikazuki showed up just in time though he was silent for the most of dinner but the slight twitches in his expression say that he enjoyed it. Yumiko stayed for dinner as well. While it wasn't the fancy gourmet stuff that her family chef cooked according to some fancy diet, she ate quite a bit, citing that she wasn't allowed to stuff herself at her family dinners.
As Ayano went to prepare dessert, you feel the card holder's weight in your pocket. Briefly, you wonder if you should tell your best friend about what had happened in the market with the fortuneteller.
Do you tell her?
[ ] Yes, she loves this kind of stuff. Investigating strange and mysterious occult happenings are one of her many hobbies, after her main love of cosplay.
[ ] No, telling her about the strange and mysterious encounter with the fortune teller is just asking for her to drag you back and spend several days investigating.
[x] No, telling her about the strange and mysterious encounter with the fortune teller is just asking for her to drag you back and spend several days investigating.
[X] Yes, she loves this kind of stuff. Investigating strange and mysterious occult happenings are one of her many hobbies, after her main love of cosplay.
[X] Yes, she loves this kind of stuff. Investigating strange and mysterious occult happenings are one of her many hobbies, after her main love of cosplay.
[X] No, telling her about the strange and mysterious encounter with the fortune teller is just asking for her to drag you back and spend several days investigating.
[X] No, telling her about the strange and mysterious encounter with the fortune teller is just asking for her to drag you back and spend several days investigating.
[X] Yes, she loves this kind of stuff. Investigating strange and mysterious occult happenings are one of her many hobbies, after her main love of cosplay.
Yumiko getting involved, at least enough to have some idea of what's going on, should be a good thing, as not knowing anything is asking to be a victim of the week or one of those people who gets a chunk of their soul ripped out, depending on what the bad guy's plan is.