<span style="text-decoration: underline">Vasryna and Fiona</span><br/><br/><br/>The hooded man was silent for a long moment, shifting his head back and forth between the two women before giving a small sigh and proceeding to shuffle the deck. If either lady was expecting some fancy shuffling and/or magical shimmers, they would be sourly disappointed as he showed little trickery or fanciness in his card shuffle. The rustling of the cards filled the small moment these three had off to the side of all the commotion, until they eventually came to a stop and the man began to flip the first card.<br/><br/>He turned to Vasryna as the card turned over and became visible. On the face of the card was the image of an electric guitar, standing vertical with base partially buried in ice and its strings being struck by lightning... Oddly if viewed upside down it might be mistaken for an axe with its head in ice and handle being struck by lightning. â€œA muse of sorts is the card for you,â€ he says evenly and with a sense of certainty, â€œCreativity calling from the past and swirling in the future. You know the words but know not the melody nor access to the body... Aim high and dream high for destinies are forged as much as they are all ready laid out.â€ He gives a small smile, perhaps a smirk, as he hands the card to her with absolute care not to touch her in the pass.<br/><br/>The shuffling of cards starts again as the sound of the breach charge is quietly heard from above. Eventually he comes to a stop and flips the card to give to Fiona... a card that turns out to be blank. He stares at the card in confusion for a few seconds before shuffling it back into the deck and starting over again... only to get the same result. He grumbles and tries again only when he flips this card, he stares at it for a long while before sighing heavily and handing the card to Fiona in much the same manner as he did with Vasryna. â€œI believe this is for you,â€ he says with a frustrated sigh as he hands her a blank card with something written on it.<br/><br/>It said:<span style="font-style: italic">Destiny Sucks, kid</span>followed by what may have been a signature but the characters and symbols did not look familiar in the slightest.<br/><br/>Another bang is heard as the fight above was brought to its current resolution and the homeless gentleman slowly tilts his head up towards the floor of the conflict. â€œYou ladies might want to head inside before...â€<br/><br/><br/>*<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Tora and Corentin</span><br/><br/><br/>The Champion was finally subdued by the cop, a taser emptying its batteries into her to keep her pacified for the moment. Officer Corentin had the situation finally under control allowing him to handle the suspect, check on his teammates, or call for backup and/or medical... Unfortunately such a window was far shorter than anyone could expect.<br/><br/>Visible crackles of electricity begin forming and arc over Ms. Tora Ramiel's form with increasing frequency. While the suspected cultprit might be the taser, the electricity actually does not hurt the fighter and she can actually feel power welling up from within. As the surging power grows, the lights in the apartment turn on and grow brighter as the intensity rises. Soon it becomes nearly impossible to see Tora's form through the arcs of lightning and the blinding lights that have started to burn themselves out with the power surging through them.<br/><br/>The tension reaches it peak resulting in a flash of light and a roar of thunder as the electrical arcs shoot out in all directions from Tora. When the lightning and thunder stop, Tora find herself re-energized and circular mark burning bright on the back of her left hand with yellow and electric blue light. A blazing circle of runes around a bolt of lightning that refuses to be hidden, shining through everything but her own flesh.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The Mark of Lightning has appeared...</span><br/><br/><br/>*<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Vasryna and Fiona</span><br/><br/>The thunder tears through the building, causing further glass to shatter and downpour upon the ground below. â€œ... before that happens,â€ the hooded figure says with another sigh. â€œBest get inside now. Better to be close to the eye of the storm in this case.â€ He says quickly and rapidly gesturing to the hotel lobby nearby. However soon after that and their eyes leave him for a second, the strange fortune teller is gone without a trace... save for one last card showing five figures with only one clearly visible. Tora's image shines brightly on the card with lightning dancing in her background, the rest are blurred and blacked out. This card, like the Destiny card, had a title on it:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The Marked</span>