[D7, EM] For My A-Muse-ment [Fortune]

[Whisper]

"Probably, but I did have an encounter with a suit of armor a while ago." he shrugged.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"Are you alright?" He asked. "You've been quiet for sometime. Here, let's go this way..." Cyprian guided Akh away from the group over to an isolated bench. "...this should give us some privacy."

He too wants to talk about his fortune. It just wasn't sitting well with him and he wasn't sure why.

"Are you worried about the Abyssal trek?"

"Not worried, just a bit irritated and confused. I suppose that's what prophecies to do most." She said absent-mindedly, then shared the words of the seer for her with Cyprian.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"Tell me about it."

He sighed with no small amount of worry playing across his features. How strikingly similar her prophecy is to his in location and set pieces. He then shared his with her.

"A Devil, the thing about the clock? I want to believe this is typical fortune-teller non-sense." He crossed his arms and stared absently at the shifting crowd. "But what if it isn't. 'I have lost and will lose again?' Must I lose more? When will it be enough!"

He looks at you with sad scared eyes.

"I'm not ready to lose you yet. I know you'll say true death comes to us all but..." a wince, "... does it have to come so soon? I just found you." He shakes his head. "Let's go somewhere else."

/exit?

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"Like I told you, my next death will be far from a true one as long as pearls of my consciousness are scattered. I want to avoid that fractured and irredeemable existence. This body is my soul's best chance." She confided as they were leaving.

/exit