Frances
Tal flinched with slight shivers once she latched out at him. A frown captured his face as he looked away towards the ground. He crossed his hands even tighter and shook his head in a repetitive motion. The flare fueling his eyes quieted down. He inhaled deeply and tightened his jaw, in preparation to groan back. Before he did, however, the same shock from before stormed his very being. The man remembered why he had denied the reading. A grim sigh followed before he began explaining. "I am sorry, madam. I do not have the courage to give away such a terrible prophec-" He jerked his shoulders as she teared the cards without letting him finish.
Kenya
Lucien had lifted his brows, yet as usual had remained silent. He observed Ikari carefully while she revealed her skepticism in the shape of an outrage. He grimaced weakly, understanding why she was upset. The pain they had both gone through recently was unbearable to say the least. This man had stopped them and ridiculed them with an average trick.
The elf gasped as he was yanked by the oni. He followed her while contemplating the situation - until he halted. With another pull, this time in the opposite direction, he stopped her while turning her to face him. *"I don't believe this man either, but..."* His pale hand reached up to her warm cheek as he smiled. *"We lost too many times to lose such a small battle now. Right, Ik?"* He muttered the final bit with affection of a man in love. The vampire caressed her red skin and let go.
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He spun and approached the counter again. The elf planted his hands in the table. A menacing stare, one akin to a hawk's, pierced right through Tal. There was a difference - a shift Ikari hadn't seen before. In fact, it felt similar to the presence he had unleashed in Vuunrui. His eyes flared with light fiercer than the usual tinge of violet . This time around, the light was strong enough to illuminate a great distance ahead of him. Yet instead of light, his stare spawned quite the opposite - pure darkness. ***"I would hate it if we had to force the words out of your mouth, trickster."*** The possessive aura calmed as he reverted to his natural state of being.
*"Thus."*
His hand sprung out of his cloak swiftly. Two golden coins bounced on top of the ripped apart cards with a loud ring. *"Two gold, but you better relay her a poem of details for that much."*
Frances
Tal's eyes jumped wide open, he was taken off guard. The deadly darkness pinned him in place, like various knives slammed deep into his body. The bottom of his right eye lid twitched twice or thrice. And then, it was gone. He exhaled audibly in alleviation.
His state of terror didn't take long to be replaced by a greedy grin. Without daring to attempt anything, he cleared his throat. "Alright, alright! I'll tell her all." He came out of the shadow cast by his stall's curtains. One guilty look at Ikari was all that he provided before his eyes plummeted to the ground - never to be raised again. He slid the two golden coins into his pocket and explained. "Your final card... The Comet... It means one thing. A day will come, when... When you will take what is dearest from your closest person. It is... Undeniable. The Comet isn't what awaits for you... **The Comet is you.**"

"Whether you expect it or not, you will have to be the one who causes tremendous pain to them, as what you take from them will never be returned. That is all I can say, for only the future can reveal what that will be." An awkward silence followed, one in which even the drummers stopped their play.
"Now, will you finally let me be?" He pleaded in a frustrated manner.