Profit from the Prophet? (July Catch-all)

[thyarchon]

WHO: Urianger and YOU!
WHERE: Various (Marutia Falls, Heropa, MF #006)
WHEN: July
WHAT: July Catch-All
WARNINGS: Will update as needed



A: One In A Million Chances Prophecy Shop & Stop, Marutia Falls

The most reliable place to find Urianger is at work, he's gotten something of a following in the months he's been at the shop. Mostly little old ladies who enjoy the cup of tea (iced this time of year) just as much as they enjoy the readings he does for them if not more, but there's a few starry-eyed teenagers who bring their friends to find out about their crushes.

He's quick to gesture to the empty seat at his table to any who come in looking for a reading, a polite smile on his face. "I can read thine fate, if thou wish."

B: Outside A Library, Heropa

Coming to Heropa had been a Mistake. Urianger didn't like being the center of anyone's attention at the best of times, and the increased interest in ImPorts that conecided with some contest was quickly becoming far from the best of anything. He'd just come to the library to return some books and to spend some hours between the stacks but unfortunately he'd forgotten to check the library's hours.

They were closed today.

Which had left him out in the open, which had led to him getting mildly cornered by a group of wayward ImPort fans. He's been polite for a while, thankfully his decision to wear a hood and over-large sunglasses had nobody wanting to take his photograph, but it's very clear that he's reaching the end of his paitence.

"My preferences on the matter art none of thine concern." is finally snapped after a particularily invasive barrage of questions.

Care to rescue the poor man?

C: A park, night time, any city

Some nights, Urianger makes his way to a park somewhere at the edge of a city. His carbuncle glowing and bouncing in the dark as he either lays on some surface or sits atop a jungle gym of some sort and stares up at the stars.

There's the occasional flash of a meteor in the alpha Capricornids above, and it seems to be what he's there for.

It is, however, the carbuncle that bounds up to greet (or is it intercept?) whomever wanders close to where he's settled. A query of a chirp coming from the amber colored creature.

D: Marutia Falls, House #006

When he's not at work or elsewhere, Urianger's often seated out on the porch of house #006 with a book in hand. It's a bit of a toss up as to whether it's something with a castle and a firey bird on the cover ('The Phoenx in the North' is a riveting tale, apparently) or an old copy of a mechanical engineering handbook ('Machinery's Handbook' is equally readable for some reason).

During the daytime there's a sandwich and a pitcher of lemonade beside him, though come evening that changes to some sort of pastry and wine with a candle to chase off the insects. His carbuncle is usually out, curled on his lap and he occasionally speaks to it softly either to reason out plot points or comment on some manner of equation.

He glances up and nods a greeting when someone arrives, pausing in his reading. "Thou art welcome to join me, unless thou hast more pressing matters to attend to."

E: Wildcard

Comments

B

[bestest_ladle]

Oh, great. Another day, another swarm of busybodies impeding some imPort just trying to go about their day. Meeth ground her teeth--of course they'd go after this one in particular. What with that towering height and the conspicuously pointed ears on that hood, he really stuck out.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" She rolled into the crowd on her urn, not caring whose foot she squashed on her way to the beleaguered man. "What's the matter? Don't you people have jobsies?! What's so interesting about a man going to the LIBRARY, of all placies?!"

Not that the library was an uninteresting place, but the key feature about it was quiet and reading, not any kind of flashy nonsense people ought to poke their noses in.

Re: B

[thyarchon]

There's a few grumbles from the crowd, but they disperse a bit. Enough to give some breathing room.

Urianger checks his hood, expression hidden behind his sunglasses. "...my appologies, it seems mine friend hath arrived." he says with ease, before turning his head to look at Meeth. It's...oddly reassuring to see someone who's not hyuran around. "Thou hath expert timing as ever."

[bestest_ladle]

Ah? Oh. Sneaky. Meeth liked it. "Have I ever had anything elsie?" she said with a wave of her ladle. She glared around at the gawkers, who had drawn back for fear of having appendages run over but had still kept their eyeballs practically out on stalks.

She gestured for the tall man to follow as she rolled away through the newly-formed gap in the crowd. "I was worried I'd be latie. I've been dealing with something tricky at work. Good thing these little brickies let us set reminders, rightie?"

[thyarchon]

"Nay, thou hath ever been posessed of exemplary talent." he half smiled, easily keeping pace with her despite the difference in their stride.

"Indeed, these tomestones art quite useful for myriad minor tasks. If there is aught I can assist with with thine work, thou knowest I hath no small amount of knowledge and would quite happily help thee with any matter."

D

[desmodusdraculae]

[Though it's dark out, Kirk is carrying a bag of groceries past on his way home to Maurtia Falls 007. He pauses when he hears a voice call out, and can't help but glance around to see if there was anyone else on the night streets beside him. After realizing the street is otherwise deserted, he can't help but confirm.]

...Me?

Re: D

[thyarchon]

If thou wish, 'twould be pleasant to have one to converse with and I hath been remiss in being properly neighborly since mine arrival.

[He's been busy reading a ridiculous amount of books and getting a read of the realm he's found himself in.]

Thou need not bring thine own libations, if such is a concern.

[desmodusdraculae]

[Did he get transported back to that ren faire again? He can't help but look down at himself to make sure he isn't suddenly in that alchemist get-up again.]

Trust me, you wouldn't have what I'd need.

[Still, he's curious, and he doesn't want to be rude. None of the groceries in the bag are perishable, so he approaches the porch.]

I live across the street in 007.

[thyarchon]

[Sadly, Urianger is just Like This.]

I can but try to provide, as host 'tis my duty to attempt whatever it is thou require.

[He guestures to the other chair, lifting a shoulder in a mild shrug.]

I reside here, at least for the time being, thou mayest call me Urianger.

A

[eightfoldlight]

Yenh grins at him, uncrossing her arms as she crosses from her Obvious Lurking Distance and to his table. She took a stab at dressing for the season, wearing a comfortable red t-shirt and denim shorts that defiantly juxtapose with calf-length leather boots that look like they belong in a goth club.

"Reading my fate sounds like a grim venture," she jokes as she drops herself into the seat, fingers folding loosely together on the table.

Re: A

[thyarchon]

"Thou hath always come through the other side of any trial and tribulation fate or others hath dragged thou in to." Urianger replied, a corner of his mouth lifting in a smile.

He dutifully shuffles the slim deck of cards, he placed it on the table between them. "The attributes of the cards art different in this capacity than those drawn during combative exercises."

[eightfoldlight]

Yenh raises an eyebrow, propping her head up on her chin. "Says he who has dragged me in and out again," she teases. Their collaborations to fight Eorzean primals aside, Urianger's past bouts of secrecy weren't her favorite, but she'd forgiven him the moment they and his reasonings came to light. How could she not? He'd been there through everything, and he knew the gravity of his choices.

"Alright, let's see what's in the cards. Shall it be more of this normalcy, mayhap a few interpersonal disasters— or will there be adversity of the sort we're most qualified to face?"

[thyarchon]

"'Twas better than most alternatives." he replies evenly, before offering her a small smile, "Art thou not an expert in solving all manner of difficulties? The chores of moogles and the resolution of banal interpersonal conflicts requiring the fetching of various sundries seems quite within thine wheelhouse."

He's only a little surprised that she wasn't assigned a job involving moving manure from one place to another, considering how often it seems to happen.

Urianger reaches for the deck, flipping the first three cards and laying them out.

Bole, Balance and Tower.

"T'would seem that a truly world threatening disaster doth not threaten us currently I fear."

A

[xth_gambler]

Amusingly enough, he wasn't even here for a reading. Luxord had wandered into the shop not for prophecy. He had so little concern for the stuff, it was too heavily involved in his own experiences and word that he wanted nothing and less to do with it. But instead he had come to see if he could find two things: some nice candles, and a good set of cards. He was looking to upgrade and so he'd wandered in, knowing that places prone to offering readings of futures often worked with cards.

Still, the gesture and words catch his attention. Ah, to hear language handled with that sort of dramatic flair again. It's almost tempting.

"Yes, but the question is whether in the telling of the future, one becomes therefore bound by it. Which I believe I would not prefer. There is value to independent operation of will."

Re: A

[thyarchon]

Urianger's hands lift in gesture, "Whether one accepts, defies or denies what is laid before them is their own choice. There hath never been only a singular path to any endeavor, nor is it my role to tell thee which to take only to inform thee of the possible obstacles or assitances that lay ahead upon many of the paths available."

It was harder here, without the feel of proper aether in the world to help figure out the more minor shifts in upcoming events.

"Mostly I hath only been called upon to give veiled dating advice to young ladies." he shrugs.

[xth_gambler]

Luxord almost wants to laugh. There are those he has known who might suggest there really was only one path, but he does not show his amusement. Because there isn't any. Just a man watching him and considering carefully.

"Ah, yet another person taking work that serves little aim. How interesting. Better than selling perfume I suppose."

[thyarchon]

"Whilst I would prefer a more academic profession, this one is pleasant enough to continue at until I hath reason to find another." Urianger admits, "Tis fine practice in conversing with people beyond those I already hath familiarity with however, mayhap I shalt find someone to work with in the course of my time here."

He's fine with sitting and reassuring people that things aren't that bad, it lets him remain unnoticed by the more agressive fan sorts.

"If I ever hath need to purchase perfume then I suppose I shalt know at least one purveyor."

C

[looking_sharp]

This isn't his part of town. In fact, this wasn't much of his town at all. But here Rude was, returning from a night of work that he would rather not discuss, wandering along, until he caught a glow of light from the corner of his shades-covered eyes. And more than that, a vaguely familiar looking creature at the core of the glow. The proportions are off, the color is wrong, but the general shape is right, and the gem on its head was very familiar.

So when the Carbuncle stopped to greet him, Rude was left standing there, shocked as he considered the being.

"Carbuncle?" he found himself asking in confusion.

Re: C

[thyarchon]

The carbuncle chirped, head tilting and ears flopping slightly to the side. It seems to want some sort of answer maybe?

Urianger simply turns his head to watch the two of them for the moment.

[looking_sharp]

Interesting. A verbal response, so to say. Rude's own head tilts curiously at the response. Tough he supposes if Carbuncle made any noises, that would be the sort it did.

"So you are Carbuncle. But your color is wrong."

C

[verunandesu]

[It is pleasant to be able to take a walk after dark without having to mentally prep for a possible encounter with hellbeasts. Sypha is slowly exploring her neighbourhood at night, relishing the relief from the unbearable heat of the day. She had discovered this park a few nights ago; a lovely dark space away from the near-ubiquitous street lighting that prevented true night.

She is slightly lost in thought when a chirp to her right breaks her reverie. Sypha immediately and automatically stiffens, dropping into a fighting stance, the glow of her were-light flickering. Maybe she's not as relaxed tonight as she'd thought.]

Re: C

[thyarchon]

The carbuncle tilts it's head at her, ears flopping before it simply plops down in a sit and gives another chirp.

Urianger shifts from where he's laying on a picnic table, "Tis a construct of mine magics, nary a threat lest you mean one to me." he says after a moment, keeping his voice even.

[verunandesu]

[Sypha starts a little in surprise at the words, but straightens up, still eyeing the small animal in front of her. Not a hellbeast. No vampires here. Dracula is dead. Calm down, Sypha.]

"Oh, yes- I mean no," she corrects herself hastily. "No harm at all meant; I was caught off-guard by your... construct?"

[Smooth. She looks around for the source of the voice, trying to keep the little yellow creature in her periphery. It's ... very cute.]

A

[disasterstraight]

It is traditional, in Jin Zixuan's world, for an engaged couple to consult a fortune teller to choose an auspicious wedding date. And while he would prefer to hold his wedding to Jiang Yanli as soon as possible, Jin Zixuan thinks it couldn't hurt to get a second opinion. Which is what brings him to the fortune teller's shop today.

He enters the shop with a haughty air, peering around at the decor, making silent judgements. If he's surprised by the inhuman appearance of the fortune teller, he makes no mention of it, but he does sit down in the offered seat.

"How specific are your readings? Can I choose the subject of my fortune?"

Re: A

[thyarchon]

It wasn't entirely Urianger's preference in decor either, but he wasn't currently capeable of starting up his own location that was. There'd be more plants and possibly a mural of the heavens on the ceiling if he had his way of things.

"Thou may, yes. Would thou care for some tea as well, I hath a pot near ready and a spare cup at hand as well." He offered with a polite smile.

A

[disasterstraight]

"Tea would be pleasant, yes. Thank you."

He may be a spoiled rich brat, but he does know how to hold a polite conversation and thank people in the service industry.