Drinking and Drill Bits (Open)

[Finnegan]

Finnegan sat in the corner of the bar, ale in hand, hunching over a design he was sketching for a sort of clockwork drill that, if he could build it, would make his work much easier. For now, however, the goal was to get moderately drunk. Not terribly drunk, lest he run the risk of ruining his work, which he had brought because he knew his mind would be buzzing with ideas unable to do anything about them until he got back otherwise, but pleasantly drunk to where he wasn't quite so aware of his day to day struggles.

The collar looked heavy against his scrawny neck, and his appearance was messy and wild. It was not, however, the look of a mere drunkard, but of an engineer so wrapped up in his latest work that he had no time to worry about fixing up his appearance.

Then, as he worked, someone drunkenly staggered into his table, spilling his ale. At least, he perceived it as drunken staggering, mostly due to his location, and also in part due to his annoyance.

"Damn it!" Some of the ale spilled onto his plans. A part that he hadn't written on, but it was irritating nonetheless. Using his sleeve, he tried to wipe it up. "Watch where you're going, you drunken oaf!"

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

As if drunk people wasn't enough to keep him distracted, it seemed the barkeeper and the gypsy finally made the agreement. The gypsy played the evening, got a free meal and drinks and shared some of the profits with him.

Gracefully, Silva leaped up the table in the center of the tavern, bowing to all around. As usual, he was dressed in his flowing bright colored clothes. He brought an air of freedom. Of defying the lords and lands. Freedom. That was what gypsies were, after all. It was hard to define him as male or female. With his long blonde hair and graceful stature, he could be either. He took a few seconds to tune the mandolin in his arms while everyone around looked at him in anticipation. He cast them a dreamy smile and cleared his throat.

The next thing was like a hypnotic magic spell. Silva danced. He played his music. And he sung.

"Remind me tomorrow where my duty lies,
For tonight I will answer to none
There's wine to be savored, there's bridges to burn
And I'll still be around when it's all said and done.

There's a lady in violet, she's smiling my way
And perhaps when I'm through we will meet
But I sing for my supper, and I've yet to drink
And when I'm through, I will pass out in the street.

Sing to the heavens a tale of rebellion
A song we can drink to, a ditty to cheer
Sing to the heavens, may God have mercy on us
For another long, dangerous year.

A free man is sacred, a sacred man bound,
But who can distinguish between?
For I know a free man who's bound to his lover
And a man of God mapping where I've never been

And the lady in violet is dancing nearby me
Occasionally catching my wandering eye
But I've still a verse to sing, I've been imbibing
And when I'm through, I will be fixin' to die

Sing to the heavens a tale of rebellion
A song we can drink to, a ditty to cheer
Sing to the heavens, may God have mercy on us
For another long, dangerous year.

Well I will be off again, gone with the sunrise,
There's dragons to slay and there's virgins to cure
And maybe tomorrow I'll wander back through here,
With a land wide as this, I can never be sure.

And the violet dancer, she's left with a hunter
A man twice my size, at least with his pants on
So bring me another and one for the road,
For if luck serves me I will throw up on his lawn.

Sing to the heavens a tale of rebellion
A song we can drink to, a ditty to cheer
Sing to the heavens, may God have mercy on us
For another long, dangerous year.

Sing to the heavens a tale of rebellion
A drink we can sing to, a cup of good cheer
Sing to the heavens, may the Devil take pity on us
For another long, dangerous year.
On us, for another long, dangerous year."

[Finnegan]

The drunk man started to insist he wasn’t a drunken oaf, but then lost his balance again, staggering into another table. The men at that table began to yell at him as well, so Finnegan, wanting to avoid being there in case a fight broke out or quite simply in case the man managed to do more damage to his work in some other fashion, picked up his drink and notes and got up to move elsewhere when the music began. He paused, intrigued for a moment, finding a soothing, almost hypnotic quality to the…man? Woman? Hermaphrodite? The singer’s voice. He certainly hadn’t heard this person singing here before. They must be new.

He simply stood there, listening for a verse before remembering he wanted to get seated so he could continue his work and his drink. Finding a new seat, he settled down and again focused on his work. Or tried to, at least. As much as he tried to focus on his designs, his attention kept being drawn to the singer. He almost wondered if this person was a rogue witch, weaving some sort of spell into their song, but it was quite possible that they were simply very talented. It was also possible that he was intrigued by the sense of freedom in the performance, a feeling he’d always longed for, but was always aware that he couldn’t quite reach.

As the song ended, and with it the trance, some people cheered, some made crude comments, but Finnegan stayed silent, not really being the sort to draw too much attention to himself if he could avoid it. He had appreciated the good singing, though, as was indicated by the way his eyes lingered on the singer’s face before he returned to his work and tried to remember what his train of thought had been before the distractions began.

If, once this singer was finished, they happened to pass by where Finnegan was, he’d probably say something about it then.

[Vieo Stitching]

He made a habit of trying to force himself to appear as normal as possible. Mostly by trying to join the drunkin' fools in some place or another. That's what men did, didn't they? He had carefully stored many things in his pack to leave his hands empty. He felt out of place but assumed that he was always out of place so pushed this fact in to one of the many shelves he considered his mind.

His green gaze swept across the floor and quickly he was listening to a singer. It was male, if the song was anything to go by, even if the looks were quite deceiving. When it ended he surveyed the people and decided that to blend in he added a cheer of his own, even though it came out horribly awkward. Running a hand through his hair he began to approach the counter. After second thought he moved instead to an empty chair, there was not many open chairs, and he settled beside a man who looked most intriguing.

His gaze changed to the singer for a moment and than back to him. Who was more interesting? He gauged them carefully. Gypsy he guessed of the singer, even though the strange classifications of humans baffled him. The other well he appeared normal enough but for that collar. He wondered if he had some sort of owner and a crooked smile tilted his face.

It was one of the few times that he actually did smile, even as crooked as it was, it was still better than any awkward smile he could give. After a moment he realized that he should have said something by now as he had been sitting there contemplating him and not saying anything.

Silently he chided himself but openly he said, "What are your plans?" he ran through what he should do and seemed to be forcing himself in to a more correct register, "Hello, my name is Vieo. What is yours?"

He felt frustration prickle through his mind. He could never get the greeting process right. He was more interested in what he was doing than what his name was. In fact he could have probably cared less but even here some sort of dictation reigned on the way to greet someone. Annoyed, he brushed the hair away from his eyes as he surveyed the man again, the scowl deep upon his face.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva bowed to his fans. "A small break, and then I'll sing you a song of times past, of people standing up after the halfsun." He mused, taking a moment to reap the coins from the table, He leaped gracefully from the table and made his way to the bar on his bare feet. He moved smooth and avoided the drunk men's hands on his body. Casting them a sharp, though not unfriendly look made them all turn away, caught in their act.

Silva sat down next to Finnigan's other side, the only free seat available on the end of the bar. He swiped his long hair forward and braided it loosely, gently humming a tune to himself. He cast a curious look to Finnigan and the other, who had just introduced himself as Vieo. There was something odd about him. Silva couldn't quite point it out, but there was something...stiff about his ways.

The barkeeper came up to him the moment he finished braiding and offered him a plate filled with hot, fresh food. "Thank you." He said cheery.

[Finnegan]

Finnegan barely looked up at the man when he sat down, though he did notice and wonder about the strange crooked smile on his face, he soon turned back and focused on his work. He did get the distinct impression that he was being watched, and it irritated him slightly, but he said nothing. He was used to the attention that the visual reminder of his magical nature brought, and as long as it remained merely a look, Finnegan wasn’t about to let it keep him further from his work. At least, not until the man asked about his work, and his expression, which had become a scowl over the last few seconds, lightened. If his looks were out of curiosity about Finnegan’s creative endeavors, well…that made all the difference.

“Finnegan,” he answered, before going into the plans. “I’m making a sort of mechanical drill. It’ll go through metal and run on steam. Going to use it to make my work a little easier, and it’ll be a bit better than any tools you can find on the market right now.” He knew. He’d checked.

Frankly, Vieo did the greeting process just fine by Finnegan’s standards, but then, he wasn’t one to care too much about social etiquette, and he enjoyed people noticing his skill. However, Finnegan couldn’t help but notice, now that he actually looked at the other man beyond a simple glance, something awkward about his movements.

That was when another joined them, the singer who had just been on the stage. “Nice voice.”

[Vieo Stitching]

The singer sat on the other side of Finnegan and Vieo's gaze shifted to him, or her. Payed in food? Seemed meaningless but he couldn't deny others needs for food. A drill he said? Now he was in a predicament. He could ask him for help perhaps. He seemed very much mechanically inclined and perhaps that would make him less prone to freak out.

Of course the singer would see but he seemed strange enough, "Perhaps, you can help me than Finnegan." He held up his hand so that he could see and closed it but his ring finger seemed to hesitate, "It's been acting up and I can't work on it with one hand." Smoothly he removed the bracelets and than promptly pulled the thread and his hand softly thumped to the table, severed from his arm completely.

He seemed unworried but he glanced at the singer before continuing. He picked it up with his still attached hand and worked it until he had the skin coming off like a glove. Tucking the skin in a secure place he held out what remained of his hand. It was mechanical obviously and twitched idly, "If this is improper I apologize."

His gaze shifted to the singer, "You do have a fine voice." He was trying to sort everything in his head and quickly. He suddenly knew that he should have waited until he had gotten Finnegan to come in to a more private company but he was unsure of when Finnegan had to leave. Now seemed right, reassure he set the hand on the counter and surveyed Finnegan once more.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva looked up as both of them complimented him. He cast them both a a friendly smile. Then he turned back to his food, munching happily on the hot food.

And then, he choked on something. "W-wah?" He gasped as the others hand fell down on the table. He felt instantly sick. "Th-that..." He gasped, at a total loss for what was going on. He coughed his last bite back up and gulped it down with some water.

He continued staring wide eyed at Vieo, even after his hand had been reattached.

[Finnegan]

Finnegan perked up a little when the man mentioned that he might be able to help him. He could use the business, after all. At least, that’s what he was thinking until the man held up his hand and said that it was acting up. Finnegan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m an engineer, not a--” Thud. The hand hit the table, and Finnegan just stared. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. The singer’s words summed up everything that needed to be said in this situation. Then the man worked the skin off of the hand, showing that it was mechanical. Well…he supposed it was the sort of thing he could help with, then, though he’d never seen anything like it, he could probably, given some time, figure out how it worked and repair it.

“Is that some sort of prosthetic? Did you lose your hand in some sort of accident?” It, of course, didn’t occur to him that the entire man could be mechanical. He’d never seen anything of the sort, and the prosthetic theory quite simply made more sense to him.

Then he reached over, picking up the hand. Now that it lacked the skin, it didn’t disturb him quite as much, and curiosity took over. Without skin, it became simply another mechanical appliance. “What’s wrong with it, exactly? Do you know how it works? It seems quite complex…not too complex for me, mind you, but it would have to be complex for you to be able to give it commands at all.”

He could figure out the answers to his questions on his own, of course, given time, but he figured he might as well get a head start in understanding this by finding out what this man knew about his own hand, first. There wasn’t much point in wasting time discovering what was already known.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo found it quite amusing but looked apologetic at the singer, "Sorry, I do not think there would be a softer way of presenting it," in turn he answered the engineer, "No, it is not a prosthetic. Although it would be unkind to show you the extent. My heart beating in all the machinery is quite the gruesome sight. I hope that, that will not effect our business?"

He looked at the hand a moment before fingering the joints, "I can't be certain what is wrong with it exactly as I can only even expect it with one hand. Mostly it does not want to obey the commands of open and it does not hold as strongly as the others. It is connected to my arm through a socket that sends the jolts from my brain to it. So it may be deeper and in that case my arm can also be removed but I doubt it as the other fingers would be acting the same."

His gaze shifted to the singer, "Perhaps I can help you in some way? I apologize for causing you discomfort."

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Well, Silva's food was going cold alright. He couldn't help but stare at the other. What a...freak. Yes, that was the right word. And Silva wasn't the only one staring. The bartender kept cleaning the same glass as he stared at Vieo. More guests at the bar stopped their chatter to look at him. Some whispered among each other, and it was not the friendliest of whispers either.

[Finnegan]

The harsh whispers were such a lovely backdrop to him telling Finnegan that he could take off more of his skin, but it would be unkind to show him. He rubbed the base of his nose, frustrated with the growing tension. He wasn’t a fan of angry crowds. His small size meant he wasn’t made for much abuse, and his collar meant that more people didn’t really care.

“Yes, it’s definitely a very good idea that you don’t take off any more…skin in here. And no, that won’t affect our business at all. In fact, I find it very, very interesting that there’s such thing as a clockwork man at all…” Finnegan spoke quickly and quietly. His mind was currently still processing all the information, making his thoughts a bit scattered as he attempted to voice them. For example, it just then dawned on him that this mechanical man referred to his heart beating amongst all the machinery. “Heart…are you saying that you have a real heart, but the rest of your organs are mechanical?”

Glancing around and again noting the attention, and getting a bit nervous with so many eyes aimed at them even if they did care more about the mechanical man, he added quietly, “Maybe you should put your hand back on for now. I can’t look at it here, and we’re drawing more attention than I’m comfortable with.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Finnegan said loudly, “This man lost his hand in a horrible accident and he’s simply trying out a mechanical replacement and was having a bit of trouble with it.”

Those who were near enough to hear their previous conversation would know Finnegan was lying, but he hoped his statement would cause enough confusion whether anything worth worrying about was happening at all to keep a mob from forming.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo was utterly and completely oblivious although he did seem to understand the need to change the subject. Reattaching the hand he sewed the skin back, after producing a thick needle, and placed the bracelets back on. He decided it was best not to answer Finnegan at all and stopped speaking for a few moments. Before he motioned to the bartender who came forward immediately.

"Scotch please! One for my friend and this fantastic singer," He played up the part well as the drink was set in front of him and he drank it quickly in gulps before motioning for more for himself. In his mind he was hating this. Drink would do nothing for him at all. He winked at Finnegan and held up his drink as if to clink it with Finnegan's in some sort of celebratory fashion.

He sent a wink at the singer with a shifted half smile. It wasn't like he couldn't fight but he would rather avoid confrontation at all. He laughed, "Finnegan! I can't believe you believed me! A fool as always! I'll have to tell you the story of how I got this one!" He slapped the arm that he had just mentioned about being able to remove.

His fingers were suddenly brushing at the hair that had fallen over his eyes. They were hard and green and held lack of emotion for what he was even talking about. Completely detached from the situation as his mind began to move on to other things. Holding still was horrible. Even as he downed scotch and soon other drinks he felt the need to move, to search, to find.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

"Thank you." Silva thanked him as he was offered the drink. He finished his food, took a long sip of the drink and took out his inverse flute.

He had noticed the whispers were getting meaner, and simply put, couldn't stand it. He gave Vieo a sweet smile. "You should avoid showing those things in public." He advised. "I'll help you." He added with a muse.

And with a start he took a sprint and a jump, landing gracefully on the table. Everyone was startled and looked at him now. Clearly loving the attention, he set his flute to his lips and played a vaguely familair tune. He changed between playing the flute and singing lyrics. It seemed nobody knew the words (or knew this was a gypsy song) but still, all hummed along as he sang, filling up the hole where the flute would play. It certainly worked like a charm, everyone had completely forgotten about Vieo's odd appearance.

"Gypsy rover, come over the hill, down through the valley so shady
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

She left her fathers castle gate, she left her own fine lover
She left her servants and her state, to follow the gypsy rover

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

Her father saddled up his fastest stead, roamed the valleys all over
Sought his daughter at great speed and the whistling gypsy rover

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river Clady
And there was music and there was wine, for the gypsy and his lady

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady

He is no gypsy, my father, she said, but lord of these lands all over
And I will stay til my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover

Ah dee doo ah dee doo da day, ah dee doo ah dee day dee
He whistled and he sang til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady"

OOC: I'd love for you to hear this version of the song

[Finnegan]

Finnegan forced a smile onto his face, matching in its obvious awkwardness the hollow version of the motions shown by Vieo. It seemed the mechanical man wanted to stick around a bit longer, at least enough time for another drink.

“Thanks.” Though he tried to emulate gratitude, his eyes were busily darting around the room, wondering how long they had before someone decided to give them trouble, before giving Vieo a confused look. If his organs were clockwork, then what need did he have for alcohol? How would if his innards were metal rather than flesh? Finnegan went along with Vieo’s toast, clinking his glass against the mechanical man’s before throwing the scotch back quickly. Hearing the whispers, Finnegan decided he needed the drink more than he thought he did before. Of course, he hoped Vieo wouldn’t be too helpful in this regard, for unlike him, Finnegan would eventually get drunk if he kept this up.

Then the singer offered to help, which both surprised and relieved Finnegan. “Thank you,” he said, sounding far more genuine. He knew seeing Vieo take off his hand freaked him out, so he hadn’t known if the singer was the sort to take the side of the mob in this situation.

Fortunately, it seemed that the singing was a good distraction. Finnegan couldn’t be sure that Vieo’s hand was completely forgotten, but drunk men had short memories, and the singer’s voice was entrancing.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo suddenly wondered what getting drunk would be like but decided that the only way to even achieve that would be pour it on his brain and that would possibly hurt something. Of course he didn't want to be stupid, although he knew that once a while he dearly wished for some respite from the constant thoughts.

The singer was suddenly his savior. He leaped to a table with grace and began a tune that Vieo did not know. Although he noticed that almost all of the others hummed the tune as he sang. It was a wonder to him, he had never been one for singing, although he had picked up playing the piano. Vieo stopped his drinking and pushed it away, the mess would be horrible for later.

He listened as it ended and wondered quickly if he should leave. Perhaps, there would be a different man to fix his hand. Although he had many more questions to ask of the inventor. The drill plans had been forgotten upon the table and he realized it was his doing.

People made no sense, and how he wished that could be the end of it, "Finnegan, if you don't want to help me I can always find another." he spoke low and his face was carefully controlled to hide the disappointment that lurked if Finnegan told him that he didn't want to help after all.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva mused as he finished his song, taking the coins tossed at him. He was making quite some money here. The drunker they were, the easier the money rolled in. The coins easily disappeared under his clothes and Silva bowed, disappearing from the table in the crowd again. He had to take a little to convince the really drunk men he was not interested in sharing a room with them.

Slipping a cloth over his hair to mask himself a bit, he turned back to the bar, to Finnigan and Vieo. He couldn't explain it, but the two intrigued him.

"Would you do me one more favor?" Silva asked, even though he had been the one to do them a favor by distracting the attention from Vieo.

Silva drew a deck of cards from under his clothes and fanned out the cards to Vieo with the backside to him. "Draw three cards for me." He asked friendly, his eyes gesturing to Finnigan he wanted to ask the same from him afterwards.

OOC: I'll explain which cards you drew and what their divinations are

[Finnegan]

“No, I’d love to help you!” he said, surprised that the machine man thought that he wanted to pass up this opportunity. “Believe me, it’s not you that’s making me uncomfortable, it’s all of them.”

He moved his hand generally to indicate the rest of the room that, while they were ignoring them now, had been focused on them so completely before, their whispers having indicated a very real danger. “I’ve never been comfortable with that many people staring in my direction.” At least, not since he got the collar, knowing that their thoughts would likely not be terribly positive when it came to warlocks, obeying the laws or not. “Maybe we should go soon.”

Then the singer returned, asking for one final favor. Finnegan wasn’t aware of doing him any favors yet, and after he’d helped them by distracting the crowds, he felt like he owed it to the singer to go along with whatever it was he wanted. “After this,” he whispered to Vieo. It would be particularly easy to just go along with this if it was just a tarot reading. It might be interesting, and he wondered if this person was a witch and the reading would be real, or just a form of mild entertainment. One never could tell, but he wasn’t terribly worried about it either way.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo nodded, only to indicate that he had heard him. He watched the singer draw closer and had the same thoughts of Finnegan. He wasn't aware of ever doing the singer a favor. Although he politely did as she asked.

Drawing three cards he wonder what sort of thing would be going on here. Setting the cards back down on the table. Cautiously he flipped the cards over so that each picture could be seen. He stared at them. A picture in the middle with some sort of writing on the top. The meaning behind it was completely lost to him, "What does it say, than?"

For a moment he looked at the singer. Critically looking the body over for a few moments and yet he managed to look more like he was looking at a work of art and not a piece of meat, "What is you're name, Sir?" The singer made him think just with his appearance. What made a male a male and a female a female? Was it simply plumbing or something else? Pulling him self out of his mind he let his frown deepen as he forced himself to concentrate on what ever it was the singer was saying.

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva's eyebrows raised as the three cards were flipped open.

"This first one is your past. Death." He ran a finger over the card. He let his hair frame his face as he did so, and quite so. His eyes went foggy. An odd kind of fog...magical. He was a seer. "You have ended a cycle in your past, something done radically. Violent." He frowned as though feeling the pain himself. Transition into a new state." He blinked sharply and his eyes went back to normal.

The second card flipped presented an elderly man, standing alone carrying a lamp and a wooden cane. But the card was upside down, facing Silva rather than Vieo. "The Hermit, inversed." He ran a finger over the card, his eyes going foggy. "Solitude marks your present, though it is not something you actively seek. You have trouble stepping out of your isolation." He shook his head lightly as he returned his vision to normal.

"And the last card...your future." He gave the other a quiet smile. The card depicted a man, hanged from his ankle in an upside down state. "The hanged man." A last time, he traced the card with a finger and did a prediction for Vieo's future. "Dare to make sacrifices and you will find inner harmony. If you can accept your fate, you will discover a new point of view."

He needed a moment to realize he was asked a question. "Oh, my name is Silva." He bowed politely to them, shaking his long hair from his face. "Musician, dancer and general.." He cast a sharp look at Finnigan and his collar "-devious person." He finished with a gentle nod of his head.

[Finnegan]

Finnegan was intrigued by the foggy look in Silva’s eyes whenever he drew a card. It was strange, fascinating…and quite possibly indicating that this was more than just a show. He found magic interesting, particularly when it wasn’t his own, though he did feel a hint of jealousy at those who hadn’t been collared.

He listened to Vieo’s reading. If he, in fact, did have a human heart encased in mechanical parts that ran the rest of his internal functions as it sounded like he did, then it was hardly surprising that he had a violent portion in his past. After all, one could not create a human heart, only harvest one that already existed, though Finnegan certainly didn’t think Vieo was in any way guilty of that harvesting, as he likely wasn’t fully created when it happened. Which, of course, any parts of him that were human were most definitely transitioning into a new state.

Finnegan also didn’t find the solitude surprising. He’d been quite surprised when this man had taken off his hand, and the others around them had been more so, and far more judgmental. Not being Vieo, he couldn’t say how accurate these predictions were, particularly not the future as no one could guess at that, but part of him was disappointed that there weren’t any things that sounded more…specific. Impossible to guess. There were no true indicators that this was unquestionably magic, though those eyes…the foggy look wasn’t quite natural, either.

Suspecting ‘devious person’ wasn’t the original way he’d been going to word that introduction, Finnegan wondered what, exactly, Silva would normally have worded that, but said nothing about it. Instead, he introduced himself, not remembering if Silva had been there yet when he’d said his name before. “I’m Finnegan, engineer and warlock…though you could probably already guessed at both of those. I suppose you want to give me a reading too, then?”

Once the cards were offered, Finnegan would draw them as instructed. He was curious about what this man would come up with.

[Vieo Stitching]

The first was no surprise to him but an unpleasant memory was brought up with that and after that it really just went worse. The second was frustrating as he had thought that he had been doing well and the last sent him reeling. Except? Except what? That she was gone? He scrambled to collect the emotions that sprung out of him. Examining them carefully.

It had been a while sense he had, had such a blow of high emotions. They quickly bled through. His fingers around the glass shattered and his other hand flew to his hair to brush away the strands. His eyes glittered with unhappiness. How could he ever except such a thing? Carefully he examined his actions as well and added it with the emotions. He was senselessly angry and upset. She hadn't mentioned her at all. Perhaps he simply had to accept that he was not human but that couldn't be it as he already accepted that he was not human. That didn't stop him from wanting to at least fit in with them.

He wanted to ask suddenly if Silva had seen her. Things were getting out of hand in his mind. Quietly he ran his hand through his hair as he collected his thoughts and began to package them away. They were placed in the tomb he rarely opened in his mind. After that the tension eased out of him slowly as he forced himself to concentrate on Finnegan's reading.

((Ahh, the pickled heart still feels, har har >.>))

[Yvon [Silva Groves]]

Silva seemed to realize Vieo was bothered by the cards. He smiled gently at the other. "The cards can only divine about you directly, so it you think they speak about the fate of others...they don't." He explained calmly. In theory, they could predict the fate of a directed person, but only if asked specifically. That was not what Silva had been doing.

He turned to Finnigan and had him draw three cards. The first one flipped represented his past. A motherly figure pouring liquid from one cup into the other. Only reversed, facing Silva rather than Finnigan. "Temperance, inversed." Every time he drew his finger over the card to further inspect it's meaning, Silva's eyes blurred as before. "While Temperance is the symbol of harmony, this inversed version tells me your past is scarred in the breaking of a family." Silva stated seriously.

The second card was Finnigan's present. A clear image of a full moon. "The moon. The image of the night, of troubles and doubt. Your present is filled with fear and tension, but also rich fantasies." Silva explained.

The last card seemed the most important. Silva flipped it dramatically. Then he couldn't help but snicker. The card depicted a young man with a confident smile and shining eyes, sparks flying from his hands. "The magician." He smiled smugly. "If you take action, the magician inside you will break free and bring you personal power." He stated.

He rubbed his nose and took back the cards. "Oh dear, you must think I'm a fraud now." He mused with a sheepish smile.

OOC: For more information about the cards, check the Tarot of Marseille.

[Finnegan]

When he saw Vieo’s reaction, Finnegan was concerned. “Are you all right? These readings are vague. He could mean anything.”

He wasn’t quite sure what upset the mechanical man so about the reading, as it seemed like the typical vague, but interpretable thing one would expect. No details that were private or detailed enough to be overly concerned. His own reading began, and the first card seemed more specific. At least to him, it seemed like something that he couldn’t have known about, but then, it could have been his own imagination coloring in the details. The way Vieo’s had clearly done, seeing as he’d gotten awfully upset about something that didn’t seem too specific.

Although, if there wasn’t a hint of knowledge from the seer, then how did he know to tell Vieo that he couldn’t see other people? It hinted at him knowing and understanding the cause of Vieo’s upset, when to Finnegan there had been no clue.

This thought piqued his curiosity as he listened on to hear about the next card. This, too, was accurate. He had a lot of troubles and doubt, mostly caused by his collar, but he loved to imagine all the things he could create and spend his time focusing on that to distract from his worries.

Then there was the third card. A moment of tension built up before it was turned as Finnegan wondered what it would reveal. If one was the past and the other the present, this was likely the future. Then…the card was turned, and he laughed. Magician? Well, that was certainly…stating the obvious. Of course, there was more in there than met the eye, and in the back of his mind he wondered if that meant he could break free of the collar if he took action. But what kind of action did it mean?

“Fraud? No. The cards were all true, after all, the third was just a bit obvious. But really, the third card could have been anything, this way I know it’s true,” he said, momentarily amused.

[Vieo Stitching]

Vieo nodded, although his words didn't help much. The door swung close and he listened to the telling of Finnegan's cards. It surprised him, he realized probably because he wasn't any good at reading people what so ever.

"Mine was quite accurate as well," Vieo noted and took in the amusement on Finnegan's face. At least his was pleasant. His mind slid sideways back in to itself as he gazed at his hand he closed the fist and pressed the messed up finger down with his other hand before having to lift it again. The glass hadn't cut up the delicate skin and that he was thankful for.

Again it shifted but this time back to Silva, "Perhaps you can answer a question for me to prove that you are not a fraud? What is it that you felt when you revealed my first card?"

He knew what it was like for him when he remembered it. Like it was happening right at that moment. Pain from every nerve ending in his body. Unable to scream as his body denied him even to show how much pain he really was in.