"My own is the simplest way to check for anything having gone amiss," Childermass admits. "Although oracle is not a word I would care to use."
It's too fancy by far. At least a street magician, which he would still some irritation at being called such, was something that existed. Oracles, though? No, no oracles. He doesn't bother looking up when he answers, either, intently focused on getting the deck shuffled and then laying out the spread, face down. They're nine cards in all.
The rest of the deck is set aside for now and he carefully turns over card that's been laid out across the table. La Lune, La Maison Dieu reversed, the nine of Swords, Valet de Baton, the ten of Batons reversed, II La Papess, La Roue de Fortune, the two of Coins, and, finally...
It's on the ninth card that Childermass draws back suddenly, perturbed.
"The Devil? No. That can't be right." Oh, he knows it is. Even with the haze of drugs and alcohol still clinging to his thoughts, his cards should have read true. "Maybe the joker has thrown them off..."
He sweeps the cards back together, up and into the deck again, where he'll reshuffle them thoroughly. The cards more with practiced ease through his hands and he has nine out again in no time. Turned, however, they will reveal the exact same cards as before and Childermass can only frown.
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It's too fancy by far. At least a street magician, which he would still some irritation at being called such, was something that existed. Oracles, though? No, no oracles. He doesn't bother looking up when he answers, either, intently focused on getting the deck shuffled and then laying out the spread, face down. They're nine cards in all.
The rest of the deck is set aside for now and he carefully turns over card that's been laid out across the table. La Lune, La Maison Dieu reversed, the nine of Swords, Valet de Baton, the ten of Batons reversed, II La Papess, La Roue de Fortune, the two of Coins, and, finally...
It's on the ninth card that Childermass draws back suddenly, perturbed.
"The Devil? No. That can't be right." Oh, he knows it is. Even with the haze of drugs and alcohol still clinging to his thoughts, his cards should have read true. "Maybe the joker has thrown them off..."
He sweeps the cards back together, up and into the deck again, where he'll reshuffle them thoroughly. The cards more with practiced ease through his hands and he has nine out again in no time. Turned, however, they will reveal the exact same cards as before and Childermass can only frown.