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Time to see what's in the cards...
Who: Clow and Felix
What: Divination and discussion thereof
When: Monday, October 1st
Where: Chimera workrooms
Rating: PG at most.
This was, rather decidedly, not how Clow would have liked to do this. Between not having his own cards to do it with - and that was a deep irony, right there - and the week's events had been, as he had told Felix, inauspicious. But he had the unfortunate sense that the castle was not going to let up - and trying to organize more than one or two mages together for something was generally about as easy as herding cats. Or getting Keroberos and Yue to agree to anything. So it might as well be now, and if he was particularly lucky, he'd know where his own cards were after this. For now, a tarot deck would do - it was one of the methods he'd learned, and they had, in a way, been a precursor to his own cards. So the slow shuffle, his magic pouring through them, was a familiar exercise as he waited for Felix to arrive.
What: Divination and discussion thereof
When: Monday, October 1st
Where: Chimera workrooms
Rating: PG at most.
This was, rather decidedly, not how Clow would have liked to do this. Between not having his own cards to do it with - and that was a deep irony, right there - and the week's events had been, as he had told Felix, inauspicious. But he had the unfortunate sense that the castle was not going to let up - and trying to organize more than one or two mages together for something was generally about as easy as herding cats. Or getting Keroberos and Yue to agree to anything. So it might as well be now, and if he was particularly lucky, he'd know where his own cards were after this. For now, a tarot deck would do - it was one of the methods he'd learned, and they had, in a way, been a precursor to his own cards. So the slow shuffle, his magic pouring through them, was a familiar exercise as he waited for Felix to arrive.
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He frowned and leaned forward, his lips thinning as he scanned the designs. All colorful and varied and unique, like the trumps he remembered, but almost none exactly like them.
"Only two." He paused to point them out in turn. "Death, and the Wheel."
/exposits forever
He queued up the next few cards on the table in front of him. "The Magician comes next - creativity, initiative, one's own talents. I've always thought that rather fitting, myself. The High Priestess - serenity, mystical knowledge, intuition. The Empress is the idealized feminine - motherhood, beauty, sensuality, fertility. It's companion card is the Emperor - idealized masculine. Fatherhood, authority, stability, tradition."
He paused, shuffling those cards aside and readying the next batch. "...I should add, these are the general consensus on meaning, and the lands that formed them are perhaps not the most liberal or forward-thinking. I don't necessarily agree with all interpretations, though any reading is filtered through the experiences of the reader anyway.
"The Hierophant, which is usually thought to be the companion card to the High Priestess - knowledge, institution, respect. The Lovers - which can be a little misleading, as it can signify romance and pleasure, but also union and balance. The mating of yin and yang, as it were. The Chariot - perhaps unsurprisingly, a card of domination. Willpower, self-control, conviction, victory. Justice - which, like the Lovers, can represent the idea of justice itself, or the things that are related to it - objectivity, rationality, intellect. The Hermit - solitude, but also inner searching, reflection. The Wheel you know - cycles and changes. Strength - self control, patience, discipline.
"The Hanged Man - inaction, but also surrender and new points of view. It's tied to a number of myths of god who sacrificed something in order to gain greater knowledge of the world. Death - both loss and change, the ending of one cycle so another can begin. Temperance - harmony, balance, joining forces. The Devil - lust, egoism, anger. One of the few overall-negative cards, followed by what's generally considered the most negative - The Tower. The Tower is sudden catastrophe, chaos, downfall. It's follow-up isn't as bad, though - the Star is calmness, hope, and faith.
"The Moon is next - it can be a deceptive card, a card of uncertainty and illusions. It's companion is the Sun - optimism, vitality, enlightenment. Judgement is... well, judgement, but also forgiveness and reconciliation - a new beginning. It can get somewhat weighed down in religious baggage, though. And then the last card is the World - fulfilment, success, wholeness."
He stacked the cards he'd gone through back into a neat pile. "These are the sorts of things that scholars and readers alike will argue for ages about. My best advice is to let intuition guide you more than the meanings other people claim."
:P
There were commanilties, though, despite the differences in the card names. His eyes were drawn most notably to the Moon card - recalling the The Dead Tree and the fate that was tied to it.
He drew himself out of revelation as Clow started to stack the cards.
"Yes, well, that's the nature of symbols. They have power in their invested meaning but also subjectivity and flexibility. It's what makes them both useful and very confusing, especially to those who seek rigid definitions of everything," he said, thinking of Cabalines and all the science-minded people he'd encountered here.
"Where shall we start then? You're after something, I assume, other than entertaining me."
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He gathered up all the cards, and started shuffling them again, letting his magic run through them as he did so. "And yes, I did have a few questions I'd like to ask about this place - and one Howl requested. Did you have any?"
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"Maybe. Can I ask what you were after, in the likely event that our interests coincide?"
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"I admit I have quite a few questions, but most of them are based on guesses. Do we ever truly go home? Why does it choose the people that it chooses? Did this world exist before it did, or is it part of the world? Where does it's power come from?"
A wry smile spread on his lips.
"But perhaps we should start easy."
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"Do you have a particular spread you favor, out of curiosity?"
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He smirked to himself as he watched Clow's hands work.
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One final mix, and he dealt one of his usual spreads, a pyramid three cards tall on it's base. He set the remainder of the deck face-up on the table, looking at the bottom card first. He gave it a wry grin, and then flicked it out so Felix could see as well.
"Seven of pentacles, reversed - impatience and suspicion. I suppose I should be glad this deck knows me that well already."
The top of the pyramid came next, revealing the ace of cups. "The background knowledge for our problem - that of the losses. Inflexible wills... that could be commentary on the castle, or on my own stubbornness on not letting the matter drop. Hard to say as it stands."
He skipped the second row, and moved to the third. Four of swords, nine of pentacles, and The Star, inverted. He frowned, and then a vision took him, his eyes rather abruptly seeming to look at nothing at all. It was brief, just a glimpse - his book, sinking into a darkness that seemed nearly living in the way it coiled around it - but a glimpse was enough. When it passed, his lips thinned.
"I don't think I like that one bit."
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"It's a conflicting reading, that's for certain. The Four of Swords. Meditation and respite from conflict. A reassurance that we're safe, or a warning, maybe, that this is our time to prepare for a battle. The Nine of Pentacles. Material wealth and comfort. Material reward. The representation for your cards, maybe? But this..."
He prodded the Star card with a finger and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "An inverted Star. The opposite of a future. There is no hope..."
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And even just the memory of what he'd seen is enough to spark a twist of fear - a rare feeling for him - and make his displeasure clear on his face. "I saw my cards being swallowed by darkness."
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"Yes, I see what you mean."
He swept the spread of cards into a pile again, uncomfortable with looking at them all of a sudden.
"I hope that fate is only temporary. For both our sakes."