[At first, it seems like an interesting prospect. He's not exactly having a great time, and this would be a fun little distraction to hopefully keep his wandering thoughts busy.
But then Noah mentions that it's magic, and...Basil hesitates, bringing his hands nervously towards his midriff.]
[Well technically if he pulls out a certain tarot card you might get an atk buff—]
Hard to explain! I've just found that I feel like I can read Fate better if I toss in a bit of celestial magic to go with it. [His eyes will start glowing and Basil will have to deal with that.] It's sort of like... mm... most people rely fully on their instincts with these things, right? I've always relied on that, plus a tiny bit of divination magic to help.
[He leans in almost conspiratorially and whispers,] But the secret is that I can't actually see the future or the past. I can read it, but I can't get exact insight into what's happening.
[And then, louder,] I've still been told that my readings are "uncanny", though. So! Wanna try it?
[Noah...doesn't seem like the type who would lie. Nor does Basil seem like the type who would harbor any kinds of interesting secrets that Noah might learn by looking into his past or future. Yet, even with that reassurance, it is...scary. And he's not sure how he feels about entertaining this, much less actually allowing it.
But how is that going to look if he says no? Very weird, he imagines. It might raise even more questions unnecessarily, and that...won't do.
He's stressed. So much has happened today that he can't think. Doesn't want to think.
In the end, he ends up answering before he's even sure if it's the right thing to do.]
[Noah's always excited to read more fortunes! It's almost like this was his entire job and that he normally has no fucking money haha—
Anyway! Just the confirmation is good, but it's not enough information to go off of. So, rocking back on his tailbone again, he cheerfully asks,]
So, what do you want to know? Something about money? A career? Love? [Those are the standard ones he gets, anyway.] Or did you want to go simple and just give me your birthdate so I can rattle off your horoscope?
[Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. His tarot cards are considerably non-traditional from other world's variations, so one of the cards is, in fact, labelled Aquarius; he holds the card out for Basil to see. It's an artful depiction of the constellation itself, labelled thus, with the number "II" next to the name.]
By nature, Aquarians are dedicated to perfection, but they can be quiet and introspective, too. Aaaaand, your daily horoscope iiiis...
[As stated, Noah tends to throw the tiniest bit of magic in with his divination. As he gestures with his hands, his eyes flash gold momentarily before settling back into their normal blue.]
Hm~. You're tired today, aren't you? That's because you've been extremely active for the last few weeks — before getting here, probably. Your horoscope today says you'll meet someone new. Wonder who it could be?
[Basil listens quietly to Noah's interpretation of his horoscope, and honestly it sounds like your usual fare. Aquarians are this and that, probably pulled from a list of prepackaged words...
He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
[Probably! Noah might have made up the horoscope on the spot. Or... perhaps he really did tap into some higher power for a moment there? Unclear.]
Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
Y'know, I never was, either. Those kinds of things take practice. I used to be a pretty abrasive kid and pushed a lot of people away, so that wasn't doing me any favours. Once you get used to people, though, it gets easier.
...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
[If you can consider meeting one (1) singular person doing a good job, anyway...
By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
[Noah would consider that a good job, yes. All it takes is one person!]
Uh-huh. A lot can change over three years. [A lot can also change over 500 years, but let's not go into that part—] People think three years is a small amount of time, but it's actually a lot, y'know?
[He hums, casting his gaze skyward for a moment.]
I don't like the person I used to be, so I'm determined to leave him behind. That's one of the conclusions I came to in the last few years — leave all the bad stuff behind and move forward. The future is bright~!
[He knows well just how much time it can be. It seems like an eternity. And he knows just how quickly people can change during that time. Sooner rather than later, too.]
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[Other than talking people's ears off.]
So! You want a reading? I have tarot cards and stella dice, but I can also tell you your horoscope if you give me your birthday~!
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But then Noah mentions that it's magic, and...Basil hesitates, bringing his hands nervously towards his midriff.]
How...how is it magic, exactly...?
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Hard to explain! I've just found that I feel like I can read Fate better if I toss in a bit of celestial magic to go with it. [His eyes will start glowing and Basil will have to deal with that.] It's sort of like... mm... most people rely fully on their instincts with these things, right? I've always relied on that, plus a tiny bit of divination magic to help.
[He leans in almost conspiratorially and whispers,] But the secret is that I can't actually see the future or the past. I can read it, but I can't get exact insight into what's happening.
[And then, louder,] I've still been told that my readings are "uncanny", though. So! Wanna try it?
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But how is that going to look if he says no? Very weird, he imagines. It might raise even more questions unnecessarily, and that...won't do.
He's stressed. So much has happened today that he can't think. Doesn't want to think.
In the end, he ends up answering before he's even sure if it's the right thing to do.]
I...I guess that would be okay......
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Anyway! Just the confirmation is good, but it's not enough information to go off of. So, rocking back on his tailbone again, he cheerfully asks,]
So, what do you want to know? Something about money? A career? Love? [Those are the standard ones he gets, anyway.] Or did you want to go simple and just give me your birthdate so I can rattle off your horoscope?
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...my birthday is...February 18th.
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[Noah reaches into his pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. His tarot cards are considerably non-traditional from other world's variations, so one of the cards is, in fact, labelled Aquarius; he holds the card out for Basil to see. It's an artful depiction of the constellation itself, labelled thus, with the number "II" next to the name.]
By nature, Aquarians are dedicated to perfection, but they can be quiet and introspective, too. Aaaaand, your daily horoscope iiiis...
[As stated, Noah tends to throw the tiniest bit of magic in with his divination. As he gestures with his hands, his eyes flash gold momentarily before settling back into their normal blue.]
Hm~. You're tired today, aren't you? That's because you've been extremely active for the last few weeks — before getting here, probably. Your horoscope today says you'll meet someone new. Wonder who it could be?
[He grins. Wonder who indeed.]
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He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
Is...is it you?
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Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
[(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]
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W-well I...I'm not really that good at making friends...
[...]
But...you seem really nice.
[And helplessly charming to the point where it's almost stressful, like damn]
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...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
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By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
Abrasive? You could have fooled me...
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Uh-huh. A lot can change over three years. [A lot can also change over 500 years, but let's not go into that part—] People think three years is a small amount of time, but it's actually a lot, y'know?
[He hums, casting his gaze skyward for a moment.]
I don't like the person I used to be, so I'm determined to leave him behind. That's one of the conclusions I came to in the last few years — leave all the bad stuff behind and move forward. The future is bright~!
[Trauma can't hurt you if you dissociate!]
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[He knows well just how much time it can be. It seems like an eternity. And he knows just how quickly people can change during that time. Sooner rather than later, too.]
Has it been hard?