[He holds up Death. Though it's an unusual version of the card. Death is a plaster colored man, with no eyes, sitting in a cobwebbed, shadowed room though he himself doesn't cast a shadow.]
[Ah. His new young friend. The Fool, and on such an appropriate day too, unless that's the point. Here's hoping this doesn't lead to another migraine.]
There was a time I'd have laughed at those, but today, you're making me curious.
[Of course it's the point. However the Fool does enjoy reading cards for people and does so regularly... even if he may rig the cards at times... but they're not quite rigged. Everything he does tell is the truth.
He holds up the King of Swords.]
They're just cards, I can see why you would laugh at them.
[Not a trump card perhaps, but Gruber is learning quickly that there are far bigger fish in the pond he inhabits. And a king? Potentially flattering, if nothing else.]
Let us just say that recent events have opened my eyes.
[It means little to him, but Simon studies the throne behind the king, frowning.] All I know of the sword is outside the remit of zhe Tarot. It's usually seen as a symbol of justice.
[Very. Robbing the Federal Reserve wasn't nearly so much fun.]
My life is hardly boring on even the worst of days.
Idle curiosity. An angel at the ear, a voice of conscience? What does it become when the meaning of the card is reversed, a demon? [And at this point, his expression becomes altogether more unpleasant.] Or does it simply... fall.
"Neither is mine," he said, making a slight face. Angels and demons are the same to him. "It could be. It could be the voice trying to make you turn away from the dark... it could be the voice urging you into the dark... depends on the other cards."
Though the he liked the expression on the man's face and he shuffled through the cards.
It's boring when you have it, which is why Simon and his unit still take on the occasional job. Old habits, and all that.
"If Zhe Fool is what you are," and lately, Simon is prepared to actually believe that, "boring would seem particularly inappropriate."
Most people tend not to like that, overly much... Although it does only last a few seconds, before Simon is as relaxed and seemingly friendly as he was before.
"I have an interest in Heavenly bodies," he shrugs. Well aware that's really not a very original choice of phrasing.
"The Thief?" It really does get more and more interesting, doesn't it?
A name like 'shining one' is particularly descriptive of an angel, surely. So it's fair to make that assumption.
"Possibly, if it's the same creature. Well. Him and his attack dog." The last sentence spoken with a slight raising of the eyebrows. Not that Ravenhead had gone for him, but Gruber doesn't doubt the not-man could tear out his lungs without breaking a sweat.
That does indeed make Gruber shudder. He has more skeletons in more closets... (but many of them are shared with his unit, or one or two trusted associates, so there's that.)
"And is he a blabbermouth?" Spoken only partly in jest.
The mortal man looks at the card... the Sun, and is mildly curious about the one he's not shown, but doesn't ask. They're only cards, after all.
"Hah! This one does." This amuses him greatly. "He really does. He's a danger to himself."
The shudder causes the Fool to give the man an unpleasant smile. Rather similar to the one just on the man's face before. He does like watching people squirm.
"Of course not. He just knows them. The point of him is that there is someone out there who knows exactly where the skeletons are buried and what they were wearing when they died."
He wouldn't get an answer even if he did. The Fool doesn't know why he would be guarding a Shining One after all and he dislikes it.
However, he does like the idea of someone getting the better of a Shining One and would be interested in helping... if it was entertaining enough.
Odd coincidence that. Simon like to watch people squirm too.
The Thief? Knowing what Simon does, he doubts conventional methods could silence the guy anyway, so he shrugs that off a being fortunate. it makes sense for a creature so privy to dark dirty secrets to not go around shooting off his mouth about them.
Or otherwise, they lose their power, don't they?
When asked the question though, he hesitates. Everyone loves angels, don't they? All this new-age claptrap about guardians, and..well. There's probably even an angel Tarot deck.
"Zhe truth?" There's that unpleasant countenance again. Okay, Fool. He'll tell you, even if he's just telling you to see how much it shocks. "Clip its wings. Put it in a pretty cage like a little bird of paradise. And of course, what's the point of keeping a rare bird if I didn't make it sing?."
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