"It always goes looking," Robin explains, smiling broadly, "That woman thinks it's all her doing... But it doesn't make her fortunes any less accurate, I'll admit."
"Wait," interjects Vincent, "Are you talking about Auntie?"
"That's not her name," Robin quips back, though he still sounds in high-spirits about it.
"So what?" Vincent's eyes narrow, despite his blindness, "Why'd you go there?"
As they're idly babbling, the card is still there. It feels slightly warm to the touch, as if it was just being held in someone's hand. It also feels like there is some dimension, some soft give to it, even though that shouldn't be possible. It's just a flat card.
Still, the stars seem to move a little--just a little--twinkling in the dark. Whatever spirit is active in this card is small and not inherently friendly or outgoing, but it isn't menacing or ominous either. It simply is, and right now, it is just for Phalanx.
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"Wait," interjects Vincent, "Are you talking about Auntie?"
"That's not her name," Robin quips back, though he still sounds in high-spirits about it.
"So what?" Vincent's eyes narrow, despite his blindness, "Why'd you go there?"
As they're idly babbling, the card is still there. It feels slightly warm to the touch, as if it was just being held in someone's hand. It also feels like there is some dimension, some soft give to it, even though that shouldn't be possible. It's just a flat card.
Still, the stars seem to move a little--just a little--twinkling in the dark. Whatever spirit is active in this card is small and not inherently friendly or outgoing, but it isn't menacing or ominous either. It simply is, and right now, it is just for Phalanx.