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[ofinspiration]

Would someone like to tell me why my friend and I found ourselves with surprise tattoos? I'm fairly certain they weren't there before we returned to Liminal Space - mine would have been... noticable.

Second question: how do I get rid of it? They're pretty, I'll give you that, and points for appropriate symbolism on her, at least... but I do have an aesthetic to maintain.

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[howexciting]

[Dick and Mai seem to be explaining the Trumps tattoos well enough, but there is one more question...]

... what does it look like? Are there any numbers, symbols? Something that might indicate which Trump marked you?

[ofinspiration]

No numbers. Just a pomegranate, on both of us. Different art styles, but... pomegranates. I don't know or care enough about tarot to even guess what that means.

[howexciting]

Then it is either the High Priestess, or the Empress. Those are the only two cards in the Rider-Waite tradition which possess pomegranates on their faces.

[What do you know, learning tarot came in useful.]

Of those two, I think the themes of the Jaunt fit much better with the High Priestess, than the Empress. Wisdom and intuition. Relationships. Mystical vision. Higher powers.

[ofinspiration]

Huh. Not the one I would have guessed would show an interest.

In me, at least. It sounds perfect for L- Persephone.

[howexciting]

I did not expect the Fool to choose me, either. We did not know the Trumps took physical forms, then.

... your friend is named Persephone? As in, the queen of the underworld and goddess of vegetation and maidenhood? That is almost a little too apt.

[And celestial knowledge has also come in useful. Huh.]

[ofinspiration]

No, she is Persephone.

[ It's sharp and defensive, the bristling almost audible. Question that she's really Lucifer, and she'll shrug it off with a smirk and a wry comment. Question the identity of her friends, and she's ready to fight. ]

...though I don't know about maidenhood. You'd have to ask her about that.

[howexciting]

... what do you mean, "she is Persephone"?

[There are about a million questions after that, but he's holding back for now.]

[ofinspiration]

[ There's a long moment of silence before Luci answers. She's going to need several more cigarettes to deal with this conversation. Explaining herself is getting old, fast. ]

I mean she is a goddess. I am a god. We were called and we ascended and we always have been. We inspire.

If I explain it much more than that, it takes all the magic out of it and it just gets depressing. No one needs that.

[howexciting]

You mean to tell me that the Trumps can... can kidnap gods?

[He's going to be sick. Now it's his turn to take a long moment of silence.]

... may I ask which god?

[oftoomuchfaith]

Exactly what it says on the tin, shockingly enough.

Though I'm pretty sure I'm more about the queen-of-the-underworld part than the spring-and-maidens part.

[howexciting]

[Pardon him for a moment, he's a touch busy panicking over the Trumps kidnapping gods to Liminal Space]

I... I see. M-my sincerest apologies for my impertinence, Signora.

Private:

[creativefool]

...It's High Priestess, yeah.

She got Phillip.

[howexciting]

... Dio... well, thank you for telling me. I will... try speaking with him later, in private.

Where is he, anyway? Last I saw him he was across that star-sea from where I was.

[creativefool]

Alright. Last time I saw him we were in the workshop. So he's gotta be around somewhere...

[...right?]

[howexciting]

I will keep looking for him. If you find him, let me know.

... how are you faring, figlio?

[creativefool]

Sure thing. I will.

...me? Eh, I'm doin' okay. Mostly just been chillin' out [...wait, does Leonardo know that one? He forgets...] since we got back. Trying a few new things...

How've you been?

[howexciting]

Chilling... out?

[No. No he doesn't.]

I have been better, to be honest. But I am... surviving, and that is enough.

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[thornsofmalkav]

You're Leonardo, right? We met when I was Charoite. I don't seem to have any new tattoos I can see, but I want to make sure there aren't any on my back. Could you, uh, help me with that?

I don't really want to ask the ex-fish for, uh, reasons.

[And this would set up a perfect opportunity for supper.]

[howexciting]

The... "ex-fish"?

[Not even going to try and figure that one out on his own.]

Of course, I would be honored to help. Where are you? I can meet you in a few moments' time.

[thornsofmalkav]

I don't know her name. She's the jerk who started the whole topic of discussion and she used to be a spirit animal thief.

I'm in the, uh, workshop, I think it's called. Upper left corner from the door.

Switch to action?

[howexciting]

Ah, I see. We cannot choose what Infiltrator roles we take. I would not hold it against her too much... though I know the lingering feelings from your role will be present and strong for quite a while.

Sì, my workshop. I will be there shortly.

yes! excellent!

[thornsofmalkav]

[Thorne is waiting in the corner of his workshop as specified. Outside of the jaunt, she's a woman in her early twenties, with two-toned hair (black with pink tips) and the kind of loose, casual clothing that Leonardo might hat seen before on people from the 21st century. She smiles when she sees him and raises her hand in greeting.]

Leonardo da Vinci?

Perma-action

[howexciting]

[Leonardo spots Thorne and promptly comes over, but... pauses, partway through, as if he realizes that something is a little strange, off. Regardless, when he stops a few feet from her, the artist bows his head to her, politely.]

Sì, madonna. It is an honor to finally meet you. I assume this is your true form?

Re: Perma-action

[thornsofmalkav]

[She grins, despite his trepidation. The 'madonna' thing had confused Charoite in the jaunt, but now she knows he's just being polite in an Italian-y way at her.] Yeah, it is.

[It's way too tempting to make a joke about how he hasn't even SEEN her true form... but it would be a lie.]

[howexciting]

It was hard to tell who was who in that Jaunt, sometimes. I recognize voices, but not everyone still has the same voice... and, well, I...

[He leans in a little closer, nervously, looking around for signs of anyone listening in.]

... I did not expect you to be a, ehm... a vampire.