Tarot post.

[harpbeat]

Would anyone like a Tarot reading?

[A deck is on the table in front of her.]

Simply focus on your question while shuffling the deck, and inform me of your question when you return the deck to me. Then I can read your fortune.

[Any game, any character will be read with a real shuffling of a real Tarot deck!]

Comments

[truthsnomiracle]

Very well. ...Is the path I've been set upon one that's wise to pursue?

[harpbeat]

[She begins flipping over cards.] Your past is represented by the Moon. It can mean fear or bewilderment, or signify that you have been misrepresenting the truth.

Your present is shown by the Hanged Man. You are taking time to reflect on what you're doing.

What will aid you is the energy of the High Priestess. The Priestess senses the hidden, the potential, what's out there.

You are hindered by the Hermit. This is interesting because the Hermit and the High Priestess are similar cards. While the Hermit seeks solitude, however, the Priestess is open to the world and its mystery.

The attitudes of others are shown by the Page of Cups. They are intuitive, reacting to their emotions.

Your actions are shown by the Four of Pentacles. This card shows the impossibility of stopping change. You may want to control your path to something safer, but it simply cannot be done.

Finally, the outcome is represented by the Four of Cups. Where the High Priestess is a card of understanding the world and those around you, the Four of Cups is a card of understanding yourself.

I can only say that much.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth can't help but glance away uneasily at the utter precision of the Moon. How about all of the above, Eater?

The Hanged Man doesn't provoke any particular reaction, but the High Priestess causes him to "hmm"; its interaction with the Hermit prompts him to look even more thoughtful. That did seem to emphasize the supposed nature of his new power as opposed to his usual methods...

The Page of Cups prompts a small, unconscious nod, since it did remind him of what little he understood of normal clerics.

The Four of Pentacles is another one that makes Edgeworth shift uncomfortably; the idea that he might have that little choice rang disturbingly true given how his predicament began.

Finally, the Four of Cups prompts him to raise an eyebrow.]

(Taken as a whole, it is, if nothing else, a viewpoint to reflect upon -- whether one truly enabled through divination or not.)

Er... thank you.

[harpbeat]

I hope to have helped in some way.

[truthsnomiracle]

You've provided perspective, if nothing else.

[harpbeat]

That much can be useful.

[truthsnomiracle]

Indeed, often critically so. There is, after all, a reason why court exists in the form that it does.

[harpbeat]

Court is not my area of expertise.

[truthsnomiracle]

Ah, my apologies. It is mine, hence why I often speak in such terms.

[harpbeat]

I am only a minstrel with a slight hint of magic. The matters of law are beyond me.

[truthsnomiracle]

To summarize, those accused of a crime have both a prosecutor arguing their guilt and a defense attorney arguing their innocence for the sake of a disinterested judge.

[harpbeat]

I see. A balanced argument is required for the truth to be revealed.

[truthsnomiracle]

Precisely.

[harpbeat]

Sadly, most stories I tell are exaggerations.

[truthsnomiracle]

To wrest the truth from imperfect testimonies is also part of the job description.

[harpbeat]

My, are you particularly skilled?

[truthsnomiracle]

Yes, but I'm unlikely to get far on skill alone. I'd need evidence as well -- something the story could contradict.

[harpbeat]

Thankfully for me, when my stories are old enough, little evidence is kept.

[truthsnomiracle]

That is one of the reasons why justice needs to be swift.

[harpbeat]

I wish you success.

[truthsnomiracle]

Er, thank you.

(Under the circumstances, the question that presents itself is, "Success at what?" She could as easily be referring to law or to the new path I mentioned yet didn't specify.)

[harpbeat]

You are most welcome.

[With Eater you can never tell.]