Cont. / @the-rnagician
Fortune tellers always intrigued Loki. Theoretically, they could have done the same thing, if they wanted to spend the time. After all, if one has observed the patterns of history for multiple centuries, it’s easy to predict coming events. Although, they didn’t believe they could dress the part nor find use in cards as the one near them did. Like many of the newer and more fantastically looking people in this time, Loki hadn’t a clue who this man was. However, it was clear by the initial feeling of eyes on him that it was someone to look into, to know about. At least eventually.
“ Ahh… You believe in fate, then? That is what I may guess. Sure, I will join you for a bit of a drink… ”
Loki answered simply, the scarred Alabastan rising from the seat they previously sat and walked over to that empty place they were directed towards. Silk garb lay simply as they settled them-self down and leaned forward slightly, yet almost elegantly, over the table. An intentness to respresent they were listening at least in some regard. Loki generally assumed people believed in fate, that fact wouldn’t change no matter how many people said otherwise. Fate was in the blood and minds of many, those who thought it false were both the smartest yet also the most stubborn. Although those who believed in it were also stubborn. Most were, even them-self.
“ I do have my share of few questions… Whose company have I entered and why might it be good fortune we crossed? You are the one with the cards, you know the answer, surely… ”
Faust, the cat mink that had been lounging near his captain, face had wrinkling into a deep scowl at the comment. His small pointed ears pinned in annoyance as he hesitantly pushed a tankard towards their guest of honor. The minks round golden eyes locking with his captains for a heated moment before the cat-like man padded off to watch the pair from afar. His tail bristling and twitching in irritation.
Unlike his companion the Magician found this strangers comment almost endearing. Hawkins had almost grown accustomed to his fame, both as a diviner and as a wanted pirate. Perhaps it was the alcohol weakening his otherwise iron-fast hold over his emotions, but for a moment the corners of lips pressed upwards into a soft smile. “To answer your first question: We are pirates. Not unlike others of our kind. I am known as Basil Hawkins the Magician, I am the captain of this crew.”
Hawkins shuffled the cards with a practiced ease, folding them idly in his hands as studied the stranger across from him. “There are 78 cards in a standard deck. 156, if you include the reversals.” His gaze dropping to his cards as he regarded them almost affectionately. Delicately pulling the top of the deck and setting the card face down in front of Loki. “These cards are an invaluable aid for divination, but their vocabulary can be... Limiting. I’ve found that it’s sometimes best to satisfy my curiosity with direct action. You harbor knowledge that I desire. If you accept my offer, in exchange for your information, I can help you find the answers you seek.”
