Planetes
1.k. Please Tell about Future, Oracle (2) (edited)

After lunch, the bentala returned to his stand and found a fairly long queue at his stand.

"Mon Dieu," his his hiss implied shock.

It's impossible to use the same method for these people, right? Elliot now has to rack his brain so he can read tarot to these people.

- 𝕻𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖆, 𝕬𝖑𝖐𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖆

Suddenly a pink-haired man stood in front of the hero. At least make Elliot surprised because there are men who joined the march earlier. It seems like he's always easily distracted, huh? For example, as now.

This time the customer is called Alkarsa. Although Alkarsa 'does not believe too much in the name of tarot. But— what's wrong if this time he tries, besides he's also curious.

❝ Oi. ❞ Greet with 'disrespectful, even though he intends to be friendly. ⁇

Elliot felt uncomfortable. He doesn't like people who don't have manners. Take Alkarsa for example.

"Oui?" he responded to the greeting very casually. "Please sit down, Monsieur. I'll predict you."

Unrelenting smile from peroman. Elliot ignored the discomfort that had been royal.

"Ah, please select 6 random numbers from 1 to 22, yes?" back Elliot voiced after laying his card in front of the hero.

Slapped? No, the card wasn't just thrown. Unless arranged in such a way and high-pitched.

Alkarsa considered that Elliot must be a person who upholds aesthetics and also manners. He saw it from Elliot's movements during his stint in this stand.

Alkarsa just sat down, 'takpati only this time he felt like foretelling when previously he was ogah-ogahan. ⁇

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❝ I choose 3, 7, 19, 10, 14, and 2. ❞ he said really choose randomly. ⁇

Seeing his guest sitting and feeling impatient to know what he was going to tell, Elliot turned his eyes to the cards he had laid out earlier. Prepare to read the meaning of each card selected by Alkarsa.

"The first card is what you feel right now. Deaths. Maybe what you're feeling right now is parting with everything. Something unexpected, a job that doesn't work, or a relationship that ends. But no need to worry too deeply. This is your turning point in the face of great change."

Alkarsa widened his eyes when he heard the oracle's words. Gosh darn. Indeed, he did not believe in tarot, but somehow Alkarsa felt that Elliot was able to penetrate what was in his mind.

But that's the first card, right? What about the second card?

"The second card is what you want right now. Temperances. You want peace and harmony. Maybe you've been trying really hard on things, but it doesn't have to be forced. As time goes on, everything will be normal again."

Is this just an Alkarsa feeling? Each card that was read made him feel stripped one after another.

"Third card is what you're afraid of. The Magicians. There will be someone new in your life that makes you wonder if he can be trusted or not. Maybe this person will be influential in your life. But you better believe what your heart says, so that everything goes well."

Alkarsa grinds his teeth slowly. This fortune teller, how could he know?

"The Fourth Card is what's going for you. The World's. Achievement and success is in hand, meaning all your hard work has now been fruitful. It's time for you to keep it."

Switch to the next card that Elliot should read. Elliot focuses only on his tarot cards and not on the others. Including what his customers feel.

"Fifth card is what you have to fight. Fool. It deals with reckless hunting and decision-making. You have to look at your experiences and flashbacks. Don't let the same thing happen again."

"Then the last card was the result, The High Priestess. Your intuition power is high here, if you make good use of it. Then something promising will come unexpectedly." Elliot closed his interpretation with a smile.

"How, Monsieur? Is the result satisfactory?" asked Alkarsa for his tarot reading.

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I don't know since when Alkarsa held his breath. He immediately passed the exhalation. Staring at Elliot with a hard-to-understand look.

Then Alkarsa nodded in understanding, he was satisfied with the results given were completely unexpected. Despite feeling stripped completely naked by Elliot, he came to know that this was how tarot luck felt. ⁇

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❝ Thanks, you are very proficient. ❞ Praise Alkarsa. Actually he rarely praised, but this time the young man in front of him deserved to be appreciated. ⁇

"Thank you, Monsieur." Elliot smiled warmly as he reassembled his cards. "It's good to help you, if we ever meet again... Don't hesitate to approach me, Oui?"

Smiling with relief, he finally met a normal person. ❝ Thank you, sir also do not hesitate with me. Oh, here's your pay, take it. ❞ ⁇

Alkarsa gives a can of candy to Elliot as payment before moving out of place.

- 𝕻𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖙, 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖞𝖓

This time Elliot discovers his customers have an unusual aura. Probably the same when he met Figgy first.

But whatever Elliot's target to his customers, he still has to be professional. Moreover, the air stopped in front of his stand when the queue was no longer there.

"Welcome, Mademoiselle." Elliot warmly welcomed the incoming mistress. "Why predict about what?"

❛ Hm, about what? I don't know. Can I hand it to you? Or, I want to be predicted like most people. ❜

This lady named Caralyn was twisting her shoulders, to be honest she was really confused. Although he was a magician, divination was the branch of magic that he avoided the most.

However, curiosity roared when hearing Elliot's reputation as a tarot reader. Caralyn guessed that most likely, Elliot was no ordinary fortune teller. That man is an Oracle.

"Well, what if I read your life, health, and finances? My payment was just three candies, "the crescent moon's arches are imprinted in this bluish lanang ranum.

Caralyn flicked her finger satisfied at the choice proposed. A smile expands to decorate his pale face.

❛ Of course, I'll pay it for you too. So, wait a minute? Let's read it now. ❜

Jeez, this one lady is bossy as well. Instantly a sense of arrogance invaded the mind.

"By pleasure, Nona—" oh, he has not known the name of this one juwita. But from his appearance, can certainly one of the bourgeoisie?

"Sorry, I don't know your name. But, just call my name Elliot." he introduced himself politely.

❛ Caralyn, call me that. I'm a resident of a luxury house next to your apartment. ❜

Wait, this woman's house next to the apartment Elliot lived in with his other friends? Does that mean this woman is not an ordinary person?

"Alright," Elliot closed his eyes and drew three cards at random. "I'm sorry if I was disrespectful. Mademoiselle Caralyn, right? Hello to you."

While nodding, three fingers folded leaving the index finger and thumb that are now directed at you form a shot. A smile was also present.

❛ Exactly, as well as me, nice to meet you, kindly sir. Well, at least at the moment. ❜

It is natural that the nickname is pinned to him, someone who willingly takes his time and discards laziness by reading tarot to others.

Grimacing, unable to do so, the movement seems to be limited with a sense of laziness if there is no payment.

"The first card that shows your life is Judgment, showing an opportunity that should not be ignored. This is the opportunity you have been waiting for. This is when you are rewarded for the efforts you have made in the past. New prospects will come along and change your life for the better. Since the judge must be fair, you may have to face the burden of your sins in the past. But in the end there will be a happy end to everything you do right now."

Starting by reading the first tarot card, Caralyn's two ears opened as wide as possible, brushing off everything that came to stand in the way.

An opportunity that cannot be ignored. And the awaited opportunity? Caralyn nodded her head, digesting every word that was thrown.

❛ Hm, okay. ❜

"Second card, Knight of Pentacles. Social service is a positive activity if one does not try to take undue advantage of you and you should be aware of it. You'll feel anxious and agitated because of this, but you can take bold steps. You'll try to stay active rather than sit still because it can prevent you from thinking about things you don't want." Elliot read the cards quietly. It's like being used to doing these kinds of things.

After a few seconds, the second card is read. Again, Caralyn chose to be quiet, closing her mouth tightly. And allow the hero to explain more details to him.

"The last card that shows your finances is the Ten of Swords. You are facing financial problems right now, but no need to worry because your problems will be resolved soon. It's also possible that you'd be surprised to benefit at work from an old effort that would make you welcome him with joy" she looked at Caralyn. "How, Mademoiselle?"

Continued with the third card. Again, Caralyn nodded her head slowly. And it doesn't feel like the tarot card reading session is over.

A smile was given to him. Take three sweets out of your pants pocket. Candy obtained through telekinesis, because it does not think that small things are asked as payment.

❛ I won't comment more. Get one of your hands. ❜

Ah, right too. Back again on the results of his interpretation of tarot cards that Elliot had opened the three. He looked back at the peroman of the juwita who seemed to look at every syllable that was blown from the gap of the rarity.

Indeed Elliot read only what is reflected in his cards. So, Elliot understands that what is contained in the card reflects Caralyn's life in outline. Although not all.

"Eh?" Elliot then raised his hand according to Caralyn's pinta to her wondering.

The palm of the hand that was originally empty now has three pieces of candy, as a payment for his services, as requested, right?

❛ It was a candy I brought specially from my home country. I think it's enough, because the price can't be said to be cheap. ❜

Small objects as a substitute for friends, when cigarettes can not be consumed. Caralyn stared at the satisfied bentala.

❛ Thank you for reading tarot to me, Oracle. I hope we meet again. ❜

The call made Elliot widen his eyes. Wait, why did the woman call him that? Don't-don't—

"Wait, Mademoi—"

Caralyn was no longer in front of him. Leaving Elliot in confusion.

—connects

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