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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:06 pm
"S'fine. Can stay, yeah. And, ah . . . c-can keep fire too," he said after a moment's deliberation, "so long as don't catch it on something." Normally Mort wouldn't have been so lax about its presence, but he too could feel the chill laying into his bones; a small spark was the least he could let her have, beyond the blankets. "Heh, wouldn't want popsicle ghoulfriend anyway. Would be like cuddling stone."
With his free hand he scratched at his chin and pondered, the light form his other hand casting deep shadows beneath his fingers. "Mrrr, what to do. Could always try beating you at Scario - " Right, power failure. "Er, a movie - ?" Still no good. Jackdamnit. Mort fell back on the list Bells had suggested with a sigh. "Mrrr . . . Have a couple've books here but, er, a-aren't exactly high school reading level. More like D&H material, strat guides, couple've magazines, n' Mother Goosebump." It was a token of his mother's that he wasn't allowed to leave the house with. "S'boring stuff, though. If tired, ah, c-could always take nap. Would wake when storm's clear?" Without power, Mort was somewhat floundering on how to be a good host, and it showed.-AyeAvast I thought we were starting Friday too, but I found out today that I read it wrong hurrrrr. But meep! D: I'm sorry that didn't pan out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:34 pm
Taking deep breaths to keep her little flame alight, Belladonna rose her eyes to the ceiling and pondered what they were to do. It was unfortunate that the power was out, as they couldn't watch a movie or anything and even reading would be a little difficult. Wouldn't want to catch any books on fire and accidentally burn down the Undead dorms, along with her boilfriend. No, no, definitely not. Here the witch pursed her lips for a moment, thinking. "Well... I could always give you another tarot reading... If you have any cards, we could play a game. Oohh! You could teach me how to play some D&H!" That was the game with all the creatures, right? And the dice? Right!? For a moment longer she considered, head tilted to one side as she thought. "We could tell stories... Recite poetry..." Here the witch paused and took on a ridiculously affect British accent, "FEAR is the thing with bat wings, that perches in the heart, and screeches tunes without words and causes great alarm...." As she couldn't remember the rest, she dissolved into a fit of giggles instead. "Your turn... And making up something is totally acceptable."Ol-j-man Oh noeess! D: Well good thing you didn't miss the first day! And eeh, its ok. These things do happen. XD
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 6:51 pm
"Mrrr . . . D&H a different time. Need proper light for it, otherwise hurts head to squint at paper. But for sure will give lessons!" He as pleased as a pumpkin nevertheless that she showed an interest in the game. But poetry? Mort blinked and pushed his glasses up. "Errr . . ." Did it have to make sense? Poetry rarely made sense to him, so maybe so. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhhh. Well the only thing that came to mind at the moment was one of the many Mother Goosebump rhymes he had read a long time ago, and so he cleared his throat and recited slowly:
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating somebody's eye;
He chowed on a thumb,
It had come from a bum,
And said, "What a good zombie am I!"
Finished, he couldn't help but grin at a few unbidden memories. It was a fun little book and had been one of the tools used to help his speech. "Don't, ah, really know high-end poetry. Just scareling stuff," Mort said afterwards with a tiny shrug, feeling stupid in comparison. "But, ah, wouldn't mind getting another reading if you don't mind - might help in future; it did before. Couldn't we use same cards for playing too? O-Or doesn't work that way?"-AyeAvast I hope so too for us both. ;A; Got an earful from my dad for the mixup.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:48 pm
Belladonna frowned a bit at that bit of information, but she nodded anyways and promised herself that she would learn the game. It did sound like a bit of fun, with all the storytelling and comradere and what not, but she'd also heard it had an awful lot of rules, so it was best to let a master lead her through the ropes first.
At his poetry reading, Belladonna listened patiently and with the smallest smile that grew until the end, where she gave him a very hearty round of applause.
"Very excellent! That was lovely!"
She waved her at the mention of high end poetry, but when asked for another reading, Belladonna nodded excitedly at that. Yet, it presented a delicate problem as the little flame in her hand had to be held to be active. Or at least be held by something nonflammable...
"Could I have a jar or something to hold this? I don't figure you have candles in your room..."
It seemed highly likely that he had a jar, or a glass or even a beaker. Anything to hold this tiny warmth so they both wouldn't freeze.
Once that was all sorted out, Belladonna extracted her cards from her pocket and shuffled them.
"My first reading helped you? Really?" Her voice sounded so hopeful and excited, her eyes danced in the flickering light. It really meant a lot to her that she could have helped him, in any small way. It didn't take long before she had the cards all shuffled out and offered them to him, asking once more for just three.
With those picked, Belladonna brought them back to her and let her eyes rake over them for a moment before she set them down before the boil. A smile played on her lips before she opened her mouth and began to explain her cards.
"Your past is The Lovers, which means you've found something you can't live without. Something that makes you feel complete." It felt so long ago that Belladonna had received this card herself and had thought herself alone because of it. "Your present is Strength, a card the represents a challenge being overcome. It may be difficult, it certainly won't be easy and it might come at a price. But Strength doesn't represent the challenge though, it represents the overcoming of that challenge. It isn't a card that uncertain, it means you will defeat this enemy. It will just take Strength, but you've got that inside you." A finger lingered on the card, as though she wanted to say more, but she stopped herself. If she spoke more, it would be as Belladonna, and not the Tarot Reader. Finally, she pointed to the last card with a small smile.
"The Empress is a motherly card, a card of protection. She can be demanding, but gentle. She will keep you safe, but she is also a card of growth. She's covered in flowers because she facilitates expansion. So whatever you want will grow, but in a good way."
It was a strange reading, something about it the witch just couldn't pinpoint. It felt all over the place, but also on track. There was a reading she saw, a reading she wanted to be true, using her cards to indicate their relationship, but she wouldn't speak of that. Belladonna would only smile and wait for his response and not act like they were The Lovers, that the Strength was their current challenge of what could or could not be spoken and that they could beat it with their strength of will alone, and that the Empress foretold of a blossoming of feelings, of devotion.
Yet she wouldn't say all of that. There were things a young woman learned to say, not yet at least.
"So, good. A very good reading."
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:19 pm
If Mort knew she thought he was a master, he would have been terribly flattered. Oh you~ But a jar? Mrrr . . . Ah! "Think have a couple still. Used to hold brains," he said as a matter of factly as he hopped off the bed to go and search for it by zapping-finger-light. Even with the poor lighting, though, he was a zombie: light wasn't really necessary for him to navigate with, and this was his room after all. As he felt for the cabinet and skirted the skellyvision, Mort began to explain himself about the reading. "Yeah, actually! Looking back on it, think wouldn't've been a-as confident to ask you out if cards hadn't said it'd be alright in the end. Even mentioned patron of witches, remember?" Well technically he was the one who had interpreted it as such, but Mort was convinced that was the true power of tarot cards: belief.
Eventually his fingers brushed against smooth glass, and he returned to the bed and offered it to Bells with his hands as close to the bottom as possible, even though the flame hadn't yet entered it. And then he thought better and just let her keep the jar for herself, fascinated by how the fire could sustain itself without material to feed - and still slightly anxious at its seemingly innocent flickers. But it was encased and out of his hands, and that was good enough.
And thus, after cutting off the electricity from his hand, Mort sat with rapt attention as she gave him a new reading, eager to see if the cards thought he was on the right path. To his understanding, they did: The first card drew a contented smile on his face, certain that it was talking about the much needed positive influence Belladonna provided as well as the host of other things she provided he couldn't begin to list; the second card also felt like it hit the dot (what with the Hunters' uprising), and it pleased him to think that eventually they would win the war and put the Jackdamn bastards to rest for good; and the third was too easily seen as Medea, who was equal parts maternal and menacing as he had seen on several different occasions, as well as her gift which indeed would help him grow, in strength if nothing else. Relaxing, Mort picked up the cards after a while and studied them, overall looking satisfied with the result.
"Excellent," he said as he gave her the cards back. "Need good omens nowadays . . . Thanks, Bells. You, ah . . . C-Can't thank you enough for many things." It was pitifully lacking in wording, but he said it as gratefully as if she had crafted that specific combination herself, just for him and only him.
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