UN: ScielCandide | Video

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[The camera is fixed on a table, upon which sits a neat stack of cards –– black with gold foil in the shape of a sun and moon bisecting each other. The user’s hands pass over the deck and spreads it wide into an arc. Her hands are tanned, with two rings on her ring finger and one on her index finger, and she has so many colourful braided bracelets that some wind around her palm.

Her voice is pleasant, playful, French, a little theatrical:]

Bonsoir, mes amies!

Tonight and tonight only, I will tell your fortune with a single card. Tell me your name, and if you would like to hear about love, money, health or the soul.

If it moves you, you must repay me with an amusing anecdote about yourself.

Ready to play?

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[quibblingfunctionary]

[He is quiet a moment, hesitating.]

...It will likely be the case; few Dominants have survived. Even if he does live—I will not be so lucky.

...So you see? There will not come a time when I am not fighting for my mission until I am dead.

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[The silence is delicate, and though Sciel has no earthly idea what it all means, it’s obvious that it’s very stressful to this fellow. Her voice softens a little, too.]

I’d like to understand a little better what these things are, if you ever have the time, but in the meantime –– this sounds like a very big thing to occupy so much of your mind and energies. What do you do when you have to wait, or there’s nothing you can do for your mission in the immediate moment?

[quibblingfunctionary]

If we find time in the future I would not mind speaking with you again—although I cannot guarantee I will be able to answer everything.

Back in Valisthea? I am Lord Commander of His Majesty's armies— there are many things to busy myself with in such a position. Here in Etraya...? Hm. Between missions I have never had this much free time granted to me in my entire life. I hardly know what to do with myself outside of sparring.