[ The explanation makes her shudder. The bitterness isn't missed, and it's something that Kuroe can relate to. Her entire body is nothing more than a puppet controlled by magic now, an empty shell that had once been a person, and her entire life was sold away before she even realized she was trading it.
Nothing has changed, and as always there seems to be nothing that she can do to change her fate. ]
That's... [ What words are there for the experienced she'd had? It's beyond horrific. She shakes her head. ] ... Then even the entrance is just a trap set out for us? How cruel...
[ But what else is to be expected. ]
Then... Do we really have no choice but to accept it...?
Ah... Would you? I'm not very good at taking care of living things...
[ She looks down. The idea makes her nervous, especially when smaller animals tend to require so much extra care. There were times when she thought about getting a bird, but she was never able to commit to the idea. She looks down at her shoes, shuffling her feet, a bit embarrassed to be casuing a stranger so much trouble. ]
Er... I can at least carry it back for you. I'm sure it's heavy...
[Who's scared? Not this kid. He's appropriately wary, because this place is deranged and almost certainly full of ghosts, but, well. No risk, no reward, as they say. Cowering in the safest areas is a quick way to accomplish nothing.
When he spots Noah, his eyes do this little back-and-forth flick between Noah and...the general surroundings, which might be Why is this guy not leaving or maybe Why is this guy not investigating as seen from the outside, but he doesn't say anything of the sort out loud. Just strolls into the outer edge of a reasonable interaction distance, wearing a general air of caution like another layer over his hoodie.]
By all means go ham on the destruction, but you’ll have to deal with the consequences being that all the Masks in the near vicinity will sadly trudge over to try and fix things
To be honest, I've never taken care of a pet before, either.
[ Even though goldfish were a popular commodity at culture festivals, Kanade never really excelled in those sorts of things. She always stood at the sidelines. But her saying 'yes' to this wasn't because she thought she was good at taking care of a living thing.
Case in point: Kanade can barely take care of herself, eating cup noodles frequently and barely sleeping.
But other people? Other living creatures? She can focus on that. ]
...Y-Yeah, it's honestly almost as heavy as a computer.
[Noah simply has no sense of self-preservation. This guy reminds him of, well, himself, when he was a teenager who knew only that the world was dangerous and to keep a cautious distance from everything remotely suspicious.]
Your... [Noah sure did rattle off a lot at this guy, but he assumes most people know what tarot cards and horoscopes are, which narrows it down to:] Your sun sign. It's your astrological sign from when you were born. I'm a Sagittarius, for example — my birthday is December 17th. If you don't know your sign, give me your birthday, and I'll tell you!
...maybe. He's hard to miss. He's normally this big, huge, yellow-coloured sword with a sundial in the hilt. If he's not a sword, he's a half-elven spirit that's also gold coloured. Usually he's like...
[Noah drops his voice several pitches in mockery of Clamor's.]
"Noah! You shouldn't do that, that's dangerous!" ...you know, stuff like that.
[ There is an amused smile at his impression, if somewhat somber. He hates the thought that someone got separated from their sword boyfriend??? Poor guy… ]
Well, I’ll be sure to let you know if I find anything or anyone like that!! What’s his name? Clamor, right? I’ll even let him know that Noah’s looking for him~.
[Oh. That. Isn't he something like...wait, no, it's gone. Alomomola was one of the signs, right, but it's definitely not his own. Who knows what his is. Gladion half-leans, half-sits against the end of a bleacher, almost but not quite casual.]
[Noah shuffles his deck again and pulls out a specific tarot card that depicts a constellation with a crab on it. It is appropriately labelled—]
Cancer, then. That's you! [The fact that he has all this memorized...] Cancers are emotional signs that usually place high value in their friends or loved ones, and will go to any degree to defend them. They tend to be instinctual, too. But... [He taps the card against his chin thoughtfully.] Your sign also tends to be gloomy, and if you get upset, you probably retreat into your shell a little bit, huh?
[She just wants some information, and not from some creepy puppet person that's just standing there waving a map in her face. She can be picky if she wants to!
Still... She makes a face.]
Ugh. If I take this, will you go away?
[The map is taken with all of the enthusiasm of a person taking hold of a used tissue. This seems to please the puppet person, anyway, because the moment the map is in Coco's hands, it turns and shambles away.]
There's a bit of a face journey here. Just a bit. "Emotional"? Presumptuous. Brow furrow. "High value in their friends"? Yeah, okay, that's better. Smooth it out. "Instinctual"?...eh.
"Gloomy"? Listen, that's just rude. Sounds like you're trying to pick a fight. Gladion opens his mouth, almost says something, but now he's been accused of being defensive which is just blatant entrapment.
He closes his mouth and chuckles (huffs, tbh). No comment. (But wait that's the trap-) and yeah he doesn't have a ready retort. Oops. Telling, awkward pause.]
[Speaking of beggars not being choosers: after watching the puppet person walk away (with an intense, ready-for-action kind of focus), Gladion steps into the space it just vacated and holds out a hand in the direction of the map, request to hand it off implied. If she doesn't want to have a look at it...]
[He sees that face journey, buddy, and it entertains the hell out of him.
Shuffle, shuffle... Noah reveals a tarot card depicting a centaur holding a bow and arrow. It is, as expected, aptly-labelled. See how Noah's tarot cards aren't normal in any sense of the word—]
We're known for our independence and freedom-seeking behaviours, as well as being adventurous risk-takers. [See: He's sitting in the ominous cirque tent with no sense of "hey, I could die".] We're creative, too. On the opposite end of the spectrum, we can be blunt, careless, and judgemental sometimes.
[Not that he actually believes any of this - he knows what a horoscope is, and as far as he's aware, it's firmly in the realm of myth. No claim to psychic prescience, no connection to astronomically-affected Pokemon, just calendars. Or something. Really, this is more about the guy expressing himself than it is about constellations.
...Not that Gladion really gets it beyond that. The whole concept...rubs him the wrong way, for some reason.]
What are the cards for? [Surely they're not just. Like. An informative slideshow.]
[ normally, they would have no problem hoisting the big tank of water for the tiny fish. it would actually be their honor to do such a thing--- it seems incredibly appropriate even if they don't completely understand the 'why'.
enkidu quietly stares at noah. they tilt their head, blink a few times owlishly, and then... ]
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