Kenya
The elf observed, not taking any cards himself. He simply supported Ikari in this 'reading'. *"Does she look at them now, or is this some sort of trick that needs her to simply hold them?"*
Frances
"Ah, now now, this is no trick! Magic is a real thing, you both must have seen it. Fortune reading is but a simple craft for the talented... Such as me." He flaunted with a grin. "It would be best if you drew the cards one by one. Whenever the beautiful lady is ready, she should begin." The dealer gestured with his face.
Joyce
If Ikari did as he instructed, she would pull out her first card.
Frances
The trickster arched his brows and raised his chin as to peek just over her thumb and see the full picture. "Ah, the Flames! Fascinating start." He clapped his hands twice, ringing all the precious gems on him. As he did, the remaining cards all struck up soaring. They spun around him, wrapping him in a red color. With gentle twitches and curves they formed what seemed like a blazing aura around his person. "I forgot to explain how this works. Your first card is an illustration of yourself, or what state you have reached through your past endeavors. The second is your current state, what the present holds for you. And the third... It entails **Your future**. For your first, you received the Flames!" The cards around him sparked intensely. "What seems but a normal lady oni on the outside is a fierce warrior on the inside. Nothing ever stops you for long, for any challenge only provokes you to burn stronger than before. But beware... For some memories deep inside you spark a heat vast enough to burn even yourself. When such moments arise, try your best to temper your rage before you act..."
"Next one!"
Joyce
Again, as Ikari followed his instructions - she'd pull the next one.
Frances
The wide smile on the performer's face was diminished to a grim pout. "Ah, Ruin... I see." The jumpy tone of his voice was replaced by monotone speech. "To put it frankly, you know better than me what your life has been like recently. Many troubles have come your way, all tearing down your balance. You fight despite the damage, for the Flames are indicative of your soul, yet this has been far from a pleasant trip. And... Many things you still hold on to might change. Most of all, do not be naive. What seems like a large castle today..." He pointed towards the drawing. The aura around him, the one formed by the cards, dispersed with a loud clap. "**Might be but rubble by tomorrow**. It is most important to keep your core from defeat. Sometimes, a big sacrifice might be the cheap price to pay. What that means for you... Only you may know."
Kenya
Lucien stared at the man as he explained. His expression didn't reveal much, yet it was clear to see that he was unhappy with what the prophecy assumed.
Frances
Tal tilted his head and looked at the woman's eyes intensely. "Final card, madam."
Joyce
Once Ikari drew the last one, she could feel her heart beat loud. A gut feeling, perhaps, hinted that the card felt wrong - like a curse no one should draw.
Frances
The cards around Tal quickly shrieked. They darted into his hand, collected in place by magical means. He left the deck on the counter and shook his head. He stared at her with a mix of fear and anger. "I am sorry, madam. I will not tell you what this one means. It is... Out of the question." The rainbow colored merchant crossed his hands and stepped back, away from the two. "You can keep the cards if you wish, that is all I can offer."
Jack
She first watched intently, with a neutral expression as the man went through the cards she pulled. Although, she clearly possessed growing interest as the man went over accurate, although definitely not impossible to guess descriptions based on her outlook and past. She listened intently, and waited with a hint of excitement about what the final card may be, casting her gaze over to her elven companion as she noted his somewhat worried expression. The elf received a slight comforting squeeze, and a flash of a smirk, a somewhat comforting sight.

She felt the feeling the card gave her, the odd fear and tension as she watched the man go through a similar shock. She hesitated for a moment, but quickly brushed the shock off. Her expression quickly turned to one of annoyance, as she glared a hole into the dark skinned man upon his display of fear upon drawing the final card. With a sigh and roll of her eye, her complacent and somewhat pleasant smile turned into that of a sneer. A mix of sarcasm and genuine a fury pervaded her tone as she spoke with a growl, "Oh, did you need a fucking Lymian degree in mysticism to tell the fucking red oni with more scars than skin was a passionate warrior? Really now? Or that they had a *Mysterious troubled past and terrible trials*!" She'd state, mocking the man's accent with the last line.
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She'd continue speaking with a breath, "It doesn't take a fucking genius or bullshit magical card tricks to figure that out. The least you could do is make up some shit about the future to make this damn fleece entertaining but *No*, you couldn't even be bothered to do that. You had to go for the most boring line of *Oh no, there's something so terrible in your future that I can not even speak it!*" She'd resumed mocking the man's accent, before shortly continuing, "You should've at least asked for gold first, you shit skinned wharf rat. Or just run an actual business off of the magical card tricks." She tore up the cards, throwing them on the stall before flipping the man off and turning to walk away, dragging Lucien with her.