Isabella Delcroix's Story

Isabella Delcroix 's haxorus decided that plopping its impressive self down in front of Isambard was a good idea. "Errrrmph," it whistled in some form of greeting.

Isabella Delcroix mumbled an insult about the asshen.

Isabella Delcroix had been told Gambit's Bar was a dilapidated, dead place. Once praised as the end-all be-all of fine entertainment, intergalactic warfare strategy meeting locations, and arbitrarily priced food and rent space, its reputation now was as a sad ghost of a shadow of its former glory. And it was a shame. Isabella quite wished she'd known of the wonders of "Gambit's Bar" before Gambit's wife had been shot and the whole place went to shit.
"Well, I guess it's never too late. It'll be like going to an amusement park after you're too big to go in any of the ball pits, I guess. I heard they still don't I.D." She mumbled to the rain-slicked Ampharos that waddled after her, less excited to see the mythical and legendary bar as happy to get out of Wing City's near-constant downpour. The young woman pushed the door open and took in a wide breath of expectant disappointment. "So this... is Wing City's main attraction..." She didn't know she looked like an inconsiderate freak standing in the doorway staring at the bar's occupants while her prized pocketman tried to dry itself.

Isabella Delcroix Isabella Delcroix had been told Gambit's Bar was a dilapidated, dead place. Once praised as the end-all be-all of fine entertainment, intergalactic warfare strategy meeting locations, and arbitrarily priced food and rent space, its reputation now was as a sad ghost of a shadow of its former glory. And it was a shame. Isabella quite wished she'd known of the wonders of "Gambit's Bar" before Gambit's wife had been shot and the whole place went to shit.
"Well, I guess it's never too late. It'll be like going to an amusement park after you're too big to go in any of the ball pits, I guess. I heard they still don't I.D." She mumbled to the rain-slicked Ampharos that waddled after her, less excited to see the mythical and legendary bar as happy to get out of Wing City's near-constant downpour. The young woman pushed the door open and took in a wide breath of expectant disappointment. "So this... is Wing City's main attraction..." She didn't know she looked like an inconsiderate freak standing in the doorway staring at the bar's occupants while her prized pocketman tried to dry itself.

Shuffling the cards, Lavette nodded. "Yes, that is fine. There are many spreads, many questions to be asked." She pushed over the deck to The Reader, with a soft smile. "I will ask you to shuffle the deck, let it take in your energy as you mull over your questions. Think carefully. When you are ready, give the cards back and let me know of your question. We can go from there, but do remember, the future is ever changing, and these cards are merely a guideline."

As she waited,s he reached up to grasp at a silk tie on her cloak, pulling it till the fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling behind her body. She wore a beautiful white gown made of a shimmered cloth, covered in a layer of lace. Her arms were covered, ending in a point on her hand's back, secured by a loop around a finger so it would not slide down. Her collar bones were exposed by a scoop line necklace and a beautiful moon pendant hung in between the valley of her chest. If one paid close attention to the moon pendant they would notice the swirl of colours and light from inside, as if there was a galaxy or a realm beyond the stone. A crescent moon ring sat on her left finger, a sun on her right.

Sitting back, she waited patiently, eager to read this woman's request. Her eyes skimmed to the door opening, a young dark haired girl entering with some kind of creature bumbling after her. She had seen creatures like that when she moved along the dream world, poking in here and there to sleeping minds, but she never imagined she would see one for herself. She scoffed quietly, mumbling to herself. "Well I'll be..interesting.

The Reader took up the deck as was instructed. She then shuffled with amateur dexterity. It was clear that while very familiar with the concept of cards, she rarely had her hands on such things. She was, after all, very book-smart. She screwed up the third shufffle, spilling a handful of cards on the table. With a wordless curse, she gathered the scraps of paper and shuffled one more time. The fourth time was when she finally got into the groove of the shuffling.

Once she finished, she placed the deck of cards back on the table, closer to the side of the fortune teller. It was then that she heard said woman mumble something. “Hmm?” the Reader asked. She then saw that the woman had taken notice of something by the entrance. The Reader turned her torso, letting an arm hang over the back of her chair. At the entrance was a dark-haired girl, followed by a small… thing… that the Reader had never seen before. Was it a creature from yet another world?

The Reader wanted to catalogue it, like everything else… But it would be rude to abandon the fortune-telling, especially since she had just finished shuffling the cards. The warlock turned back to focus once more on the activity, and especially her drink. She took yet another sip.

“Alright, now what?” She asked.