[Molly is just wandering out here after a while, carrying . . . a bottle of tequila. Just coming to sit next to her, peeling his coat off, kicking his feet out into the sand in front of himself.]
I don't know! You brought the bottle, so I thought maybe you grabbed... Ugh, never mind.
[embarrassed and defensive on top of everything else!! but she takes a drink from the bottle instead, then, maybe a bigger one than she should because of the aforementioned two feelings.
it is clear from the way her expression stills that she immediately regrets that, but she is trying very hard not to show it as she holds the bottle back out his way.]
[curious! but those jumbled emotions come back - the easiest to pick out are probably anger and disappointment, though neither of those are directed towards him.]
I know he wasn't a good person, but I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like talking to him. Still... It's like I said. It was pretty obvious this was going to happen, right?
[His tail swishes some, and his foot digs into the sand more.]
I think-- Medb said something I agree with. I don't want to believe the kindnesses he showed were false, or didn't matter.
And it's funny, when we first got here, I gave him a reading like yours. I did specifically warn him, scheming wasn't going to get him anywhere. The Tinker. She gets you into trouble, that one.
He did drug and electrocute Lenore in that bathtub.
[equally blunt! But he doesn't mean it super harshly. just. Well.
Handing the bottle over. Digging in his coat to flip through his tarot deck - and then pulling out a card and flashing it to show her. Upright, a small, green-skinned figure with large eyes holds trinkets and buttons in her hands. She's labeled The Tinker. Reversed, a red-headed man stands with ethereal lights floating about his head. The Magician.]
Mm. A few things, based on context. She's not so bad, when she's working for something she cares about. Just can't help herself sometimes. Fingers in everything, liable to take all the buttons off your coat and all your stuff in the night and run off, but ... loyal, once you've earned it.
[feeling some kind of way as he says that, but the more prominent feeling is realizing there's not much to be gained by continuing that first thread of conversation, so - she looks towards the card with a tilt of her head.]
I do! All the time. No lightning has hit me yet for it. I make them all myself, you know.
Don't think any of the Nein got to see theirs before I went. Hope they didn't fuckin' bury the things with me. What a waste after all the effort I put in.
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Can't say I'm shocked, no.
[Offering the bottle out?]
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...Did you bring cups, or should I just go for it...
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Do I strike you as the type to carry cups around?
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[embarrassed and defensive on top of everything else!! but she takes a drink from the bottle instead, then, maybe a bigger one than she should because of the aforementioned two feelings.
it is clear from the way her expression stills that she immediately regrets that, but she is trying very hard not to show it as she holds the bottle back out his way.]
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Stiff stuff, isn't it? Think I was going to try and bring a bottle as a gift for a friend, but I'm reconsidering.
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You could probably pick something that tastes better for whoever it is! Unless you don't like them.
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[Joking, mostly.]
Am I allowed to ask how you're feeling or should I avoid the topic?
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[curious! but those jumbled emotions come back - the easiest to pick out are probably anger and disappointment, though neither of those are directed towards him.]
Well, not surprised, probably like everyone else.
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[This is not a very helpful answer. But he just looks over at that, tapping his nails on the bottle.]
I'm just . . . so bloody tired of seeing people die.
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Well, I doubt many other people are that upset... I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
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. . . You're allowed to be upset. If you need to be.
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[but that being said, after a pause:]
I know he wasn't a good person, but I'm not going to lie and say I didn't like talking to him. Still... It's like I said. It was pretty obvious this was going to happen, right?
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I think-- Medb said something I agree with. I don't want to believe the kindnesses he showed were false, or didn't matter.
And it's funny, when we first got here, I gave him a reading like yours. I did specifically warn him, scheming wasn't going to get him anywhere. The Tinker. She gets you into trouble, that one.
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[blunt... but she tilts her head, curious, as she holds out a hand for the bottle.]
What does she represent?
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[equally blunt! But he doesn't mean it super harshly. just. Well.
Handing the bottle over. Digging in his coat to flip through his tarot deck - and then pulling out a card and flashing it to show her. Upright, a small, green-skinned figure with large eyes holds trinkets and buttons in her hands. She's labeled The Tinker. Reversed, a red-headed man stands with ethereal lights floating about his head. The Magician.]
Mm. A few things, based on context. She's not so bad, when she's working for something she cares about. Just can't help herself sometimes. Fingers in everything, liable to take all the buttons off your coat and all your stuff in the night and run off, but ... loyal, once you've earned it.
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...Too bad he didn't take your advice, I guess.
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[... He just looks her up and down for a moment, gears obviously turning.]
Hm. Fisherman and the Catch? [Making a face.] No ... Oh! Line and Reel?
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What are you talking about?
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You're going to need a card. I think I've got the imagery I want. Just got to name it.
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Are you supposed to add new cards to the deck...?
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I do! All the time. No lightning has hit me yet for it. I make them all myself, you know.
Don't think any of the Nein got to see theirs before I went. Hope they didn't fuckin' bury the things with me. What a waste after all the effort I put in.
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What does mine mean, then?