The Corpse Detective came to the Gala by foot. Dressed in a Simple Tuxedo he actually did not seem at all out of place.
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He would meander through the crowded, smiling and shaking hands. He would of course, seek out and greet the man of the hour as well.
Of particular interest to him were the women in red, he would chat with them, collect one of their booklets asking a few pointed questions about the Tenets of the True Rulers.
He also took note of Mallory, the change was surprising to him. He would greet her as he greeted everyone else at the party, only he would carefully palm a business card passing it to Mallory via handshake. He didn't want to do anything too overt, but this recent change he had seen in both Mallory and Eri seemed almost too sudden to be natural. Eri was a good friend of his and he hoped he could help in some way.
He would spend his evening drinking and people watching, and being politely social.
Mallory's words to the private eye in reply to his greeting seemed no different from anyone else's, and the business card he'd pressed into her palm disappeared up her sleeve with a cartomancer's grace.
But before he left, and once he looked like he was thinking about leaving, Mallory approached him again, fresh from a reading at a lounge table whose patrons still wore bemused grins and whispered to each other at the dark omens she'd given them.
"Detective Cross," she said, gracing him with the same eerily steady smile she'd given everyone else that evening. "My employer has an eye for many great talents, as a man of great talents himself; mine is the Sight. Would you care for a reading?" With one hand, she gestured to a recently emptied cocktail table. In her other hand, palm-up, she held a fine old deck of playing cards, Renaissance-era or deliberately painted in a similar style.
The detective raised an eyebrow at Mallory's approach, then grinned at what she had to say. "A reading" Why not' I wonder what the cards will have to say about a dead man." He moved over to the cocktail table and pulled out a chair for Mallory. Once she was seated, he settled himself into the chair across from her.
He examined her face for a moment, then looked down at her hands, watching intently.
"I can't say I've ever participated in one of these before."
Mallory's smiles remained nothing but polite, carefully schooling her reactions to his words, as she did with everything else right now.
"The Pillars of Fate," she said, once she was fully settled. She shuffled the cards as she explained. "First, we'll see how many pillars your fate stands upon. Then, we will divine the nature of each pillar — I will begin to draw cards into a pile, then you tell me to stop when you feel that aspect of your future has been realized."
She shut her eyes, one hand curling faintly around the thorny rose that appeared when summoned, and as she squeezed, she sifted through the cards one last time.
Her eyes slid open. Her smile widened, though only fractionally. "Please....take the card off the top, and show it to me."
He watched her carefully, studying her hands, her face, and her body language. He drew the top card and showed it to her. The eight of spades, with only one number in the top right corner, and every spade pointed in the same direction. He smirked strangely, not quite sure what to make of this.
Mallory dipped her head: "Your fate stands upon eight legs, like a spider. Fitting, in a way."
He watched her intently as she began the pillars, drawing one card after another, piling them up. He looked up a moment into her eyes to find her staring right back at him. "Right there. Stop." She turned the cards over, revealing a six of hearts, a two of clubs, and a queen of diamonds, none of them inverted.
She began a second pile, glancing up as soon as the first card was placed. "Stop." The ace of spades.
"Stop." The nine of hearts, inverted.
"Stop." The two of hearts and the five of diamonds, both inverted.
He looked about the room quietly to see if they'd caught the attention of any of the other party goers, but after a few initial glances, they seemed to have moved on. Her earlier readings had all been far more ominous, comically so, and performed with far more flair. He looked back at her, and she resumed placing cards.
"Stop." The kings of clubs and spades, both inverted.
"Stop." A pair of nines, diamonds and hearts.
"Stop." A ten of clubs and a jack of spades.
"Stop." A seven of spades and a queen of hearts.
Having presented the set, she spread her hands and smiled magnanimously: "Behold, your fate. When you look down from the edge into the darkness....mind your feet."
She gave him the space of a few moments, to take in his fortune (and the values of the cards) before she began shuffling them back into the deck.
He frowned at all the cards on the table before him, trying to decipher their meaning. He was definitely feeling out of his element' until something clicked. Tartarus. He grinned at her. "Very interesting, Mallory. I was afraid all my dating prospects ended with my demise. When we finally meet, I know just the place to take her."
Mallory's smile widened a fraction as she swept the cards back into the deck, but her reactions revealed nothing. She could only hope he'd understood. "Thank you so much for letting me read your fortune. May it bring you better luck in the days to come."
((Adapted from play with Nick Cross! Thanks, Nick!))