video.

[yumenope]

( the video feed cuts on and a very pretty man in traditional clothing fills the frame, a serious look in his eyes. )

For one day only, I am benevolently offering my services as a seer, so to speak.

You see, I can glimpse into the future in short bursts and divine what awaits you. The spirits are restless and have compelled me to offer up my services, free of charge, to all who may desire them.

So please, supply your name and your favorite fruit and allow me to read your future.

( this, of course, has all been a lie. but damn does it sound convincing and very prettily and eloquently spoken. )

Comments

[yumenope]

No preference? That seems hard to imagine, but I suppose the spirits will alert me if that is untrue.

( no?? they won’t?? stop that. either way, he’s content with the information provided by this young fellow.

so there’s a dramatic pause and then: )

A golden egg of opportunity falls into your lap this week.

[fineprinted]

A... golden egg?

[ headtilt ]

I-Is that literal? Because you never know with this place and their unique fauna, you know? And would it break on impact? I mean if anything it'd just break my bones if it ever lands on me...

[ why is he taking this literally ]

[yumenope]

( ???? what intense discourse over a golden egg.

gentaro’s expression remains unchanged despite the internal amusement at this. )

The fates are fickle and haven’t given me any more material to draw from. The aura of the future did not seem bleak. I wouldn’t worry about imminent danger.

[fineprinted]

Oh, that's a relief... In that case, are there any lucky items or colors that I should keep an eye out for?

[ tsumugi he's a seer, not a straight-up fortuneteller............. ]

[yumenope]

( it’s all a lie so he’s not even going to bother making that distinction evidently!!! )

Gold.

( im sorry. )

[fineprinted]

[ gold............... ]

You mean literal gold? Um, I'm not sure if I can afford it right now so maybe I'll settle for wearing a golden outfit for now... Thank you, sir. May I know your name, at least?

[yumenope]

( he’s not at all sorry he’s like this. but it’s amusing the hell out of him so. whatever. )

You may call me Yumeno. Be sure to avoid silver, as it’ll rule up the spirits.

[fineprinted]

[ he's a naive boy, how could you. ]

Th-Thank you, Yumeno-san... I won't wear or hold anything silver, in this case. What kind of spirits are we talking about, though?

[yumenope]

The mischievous kind.

( oh no... )

...But, of course, all of that has been a lie.

[fineprinted]

[ a long pause. ]






...Excuse me?

[yumenope]

Is something wrong?

[fineprinted]

Y-You're not an actual fortune-teller, are you? Why would you do that...?!