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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:48 am
This is a gypsy wagon painted bizarrely from another land. A small stand sits in front of the wagon with a sign that says "Fortunes Told, Palms Read" in front. There is a curtain that goes into the wagon. Do you dare to see into the future and deal with a crazy man?
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:18 pm
Dalan was on his way to drown his troubles, mainly caused by his sudden lack of a job, when he spotted the brightly coloured wagon and was instantly reminded of home Nothing better to do, might as well piss away my gold on something interesting He knocked on the side and moved the curtain out of the way, so he could see into the little shop ''Hey, you working today?''
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 5:37 pm
Just as he opened the curtain a man with wild looking clothes sprang out of the wagon and on his feet, looking at Dalan up and down. "AHA! I predicted you would come . . . or did I? Either way, you were a little taller in my prediction. Come come! Into the wagon, sir. I'll read your fortune and for a little extra, make it happen!" Giuseppe said with much gusto. He brought him into the wagon, where there were two benches with a table and a crystal ball. There were books and what looked like a chemistry set off on one side, another with a half-eaten loaf of bread with some meat and a mysterious looking lamp.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:23 am
He sat down opposite the man and placed his bag of medical supplies down next to him, "We'll just stick to the fortune for now" He held out his hand "Its not always good news right, oh and try not to look to deep into my past, somethings are better forgotten"
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:48 am
Giuseppe looked at him a little off. "The palm read? That's it?! Alright, well lemme see here . . . " he said, studying his hand for a minute. "Aaaaaaaaaaah yes. I see you have just lost your job recently. However, I predict a turn about in your luck. However, it will come at a price . . . and a lot more than crossing my palm with some gold, buddy . . . however, I have predicted a little card that can do that, however, it will NEVER catch on." he said, shaking his head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 11:59 am
He was just going to get wasted down by the docks, but this seemed way more interesting and he could always go drinking another night "I dont have any cards but i do have..." He opened his bag and took out two jeweled cadlesticks he'd taken from his previous employer "And also..." Next, he dropped a few tiny metal figures on the table, most notably a dog and shoe, a final momento of one past employer who didnt pay up
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:23 pm
"Funny things to be collecting." Giuseppe said with a smirk. However, the lamp on the shelf shook a little bit. "So says the man who has me in a lamp." a voice that seemed all-powerful, and equally sarcastic. The fortune teller looked up at the lamp. "Shush, you." he said to the lamp and down at Dalan.
"He means well . . . but not someone to talk to for a long period of time. Now let's see . . ." he said, looking at the items on the table. He got up and brought the lamp down.
"Well, jeweled candles and figurines can only tell me of your past and what to become of it. However . . . I CAN offer you something." he said with a smirk, a devious little grin. "However, what I said about the cost . . . I-well WE can get you an offer to turn your life around. Perhaps even get you places far beyond your wildest dreams." he said. Looking around outside the cart for any guards, then hurriedly went back in and closed the curtain.
"However, I must know that this shall be returned in the EXACT same condition as you found it." he said. In truth, he had seen a lot in the man's past, and wanted to help turn things around. Perhaps even improve vastly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:43 pm
He had heard stories of magic lamps from a fisherman once but had never seen one himself, perhaps it was this reason he didnt even flinch when he heard the lamp talk "I swear on my honor as a doctor and soldier, it will be returned in the same condition or let me be cast down and operated on by all those i sliced up in my lifetime" He looked him dead in the eye to let him know he wasnt messing him around
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:58 pm
"He sounds legit. Okay, swami. You know what to do." the lamp spoke as Giuseppe handed Dalan the lamp.
"Here you are, m'boy. Just need 50 coins and the whole thing's yours." he said with a smirk. You could always wish for it back, it pays for itself! he thought.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:17 pm
He pulled a pouch filled with gold coins out of his bag and slid it across the table to the man "Im sure thats fifty, might be a few more actualy" He looked at the lamp in the light "so, what now?" He guessed he could scare people with the lamp, might be good for a few laughs
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 2:15 pm
Giuseppe smiled as he took the coins, making change.
"Step outside and rub the lamp. However, you only get THREE wishes. Use them wisely . . . the outcome may be nasty." he said, shuddering at the idea of the man who wished to be warm . . . he was too warm . . . he caught fire.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 3:55 pm
He stepped outside as he was instructed "Alright, First wish..." He looked around, deciding on the one thing he wanted more than anything else at that moment in time "I wish I had a glass of fresh orange juice" He rubbed the lamp and held out his hand ready as if someone was going to just pass it to him
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:40 pm
The lamp shook violently and a thick cloud of smoke spouted out of the lamp. From the top of the smoke pillar a large figure appeared and leaned down towards Dalan. "Just orange juice? Hang on, give me a minute." he said and magically transformed himself into a diner waitress, complete with a mouthful of chewing gum and a notepad. "Will that be with or without pulp?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:26 am
He was pretty amazed by the sudden appearance of a magic man, but not enough not to answer "With, and can you put a slice of orange on the side or should i wish for that?" Well he might as well enjoy himself
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