The Devil's Fortune Teller

“I was named after a myth,” she explained. “Pandora’s Box. In short, she opens a box she’s not supposed to open, and unleashes Hell upon Earth.” With a thoughtful pause, Pandora smirks. “Sort of ironic, now that I think about it.”

The very curious Tiny opened her mouth to ask what Pandora meant, but then closed it. Even she realized how rude it would be to ask such a personal thing of someone that she’d just met. She allowed herself to peer around curiously for a long moment before quietly speaking, “How…how long have you been here?” 

"Oh, it's been centuries now." Truthfully, at this point, Pandora didn't quite remember how long she's spent in the Carnival. It wasn't like it mattered, after all. "You tend to lose track of time half way through your first century."

“Ever a pleasure, my dear future-teller. How’s business?”

Her lips curled into a slight frown. "Not too well, I'm afraid. Though that's not necessarily new. People don't seem to quite see the point in knowing their futures now that they've died."

OPEN RP

“Yes. Centuries.” Pandora frowned. “I’m not exactly young you know. Well, physically I’m twenty, but with death, I believe I’m nearing three hundred at this point. I don’t know. I’ve lost track.” Leaning back in her chair, Pandora turned her gaze upwards, staring at the fabric roof of the tent. “We didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on matters. He was brought up in a sturdy household, where rules were to be followed down to the letter. His father had been a judge, and from him he learned to be close-minded and opinionated.”

“So…he didn’t like you much, for some reason then? Or you didn’t like him?”

“Well…it was sort of mutual. He pissed me off for being so uptight, but I guess he was just looking out for me in a bit of a rude way, and I pissed him off for practicing fortune telling. He was an awful tattletale, Basilius, and eventually threatened to tell the court I practiced witchcraft, and so in a badly thought-out attempt to save myself, I poisoned him.”

“You poisoned your fiance.” Nicole blinked at Pandora, trying to work out the logic there. “I mean, I guess it was a good enough way to shut him up fast…but I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that it didn’t all work out quite like you planned?”

"Like I said, it was a rash decision." Pandora gave an indifferent shrug. "Unfortunately, my timing was awful. Suspicions had already arisen within the town, and Bas's death pretty much confirmed to the locals that I was a witch."

OPEN RP

“Well the first I s’pose you could consider my ‘arch nemesis’ and ‘sworn enemy’, if the terms weren’t so ridiculous. I may have sort of killed him. He was not pleased.” Drumming her fingers against the tabletop, Pandora heaved a sigh. “Okay, so he was my fiance. I’ve been avoiding him for the past couple centuries. Can’t run forever, though, it seems, and I was forced to acknowledge him at long last.”

“Forced to…? Wait- centuries?!” She remembered Pandora telling her a while back that she’d been in the Carnival for a long time, but hearing it like that- it finally clicked just how long the other woman had been dead. “…And why was your fiance your ‘arch nemesis’?” Finally, she was getting some sort of information from the other woman! It was a huge amount of information, considering that Pandora usually refused to say much of anything about herself, and Nicole couldn’t quite settle on which question to ask.

“Yes. Centuries.” Pandora frowned. “I’m not exactly young you know. Well, physically I’m twenty, but with death, I believe I’m nearing three hundred at this point. I don’t know. I’ve lost track.” Leaning back in her chair, Pandora turned her gaze upwards, staring at the fabric roof of the tent. “We didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on matters. He was brought up in a sturdy household, where rules were to be followed down to the letter. His father had been a judge, and from him he learned to be close-minded and opinionated.”

“So…he didn’t like you much, for some reason then? Or you didn’t like him?”

"Well...it was sort of mutual. He pissed me off for being so uptight, but I guess he was just looking out for me in a bit of a rude way, and I pissed him off for practicing fortune telling. He was an awful tattletale, Basilius, and eventually threatened to tell the court I practiced witchcraft, and so in a badly thought-out attempt to save myself, I poisoned him."

OPEN RP

“It was…interesting, to say the least.” Pandora paused, giving a slight shrug. “One went better than the other, which was to be expected, all things considered. It was…nice, though. Very nice.”

“Really? So…who were they? I mean, you said old ‘friends’, but really. Who were they to you?”

“Well the first I s’pose you could consider my ‘arch nemesis’ and ‘sworn enemy’, if the terms weren’t so ridiculous. I may have sort of killed him. He was not pleased.” Drumming her fingers against the tabletop, Pandora heaved a sigh. “Okay, so he was my fiance. I’ve been avoiding him for the past couple centuries. Can’t run forever, though, it seems, and I was forced to acknowledge him at long last.”

“Forced to…? Wait- centuries?!” She remembered Pandora telling her a while back that she’d been in the Carnival for a long time, but hearing it like that- it finally clicked just how long the other woman had been dead. “…And why was your fiance your ‘arch nemesis’?” Finally, she was getting some sort of information from the other woman! It was a huge amount of information, considering that Pandora usually refused to say much of anything about herself, and Nicole couldn’t quite settle on which question to ask.

"Yes. Centuries." Pandora frowned. "I'm not exactly young you know. Well, physically I'm twenty, but with death, I believe I'm nearing three hundred at this point. I don't know. I've lost track." Leaning back in her chair, Pandora turned her gaze upwards, staring at the fabric roof of the tent. "We didn't exactly see eye-to-eye on matters. He was brought up in a sturdy household, where rules were to be followed down to the letter. His father had been a judge, and from him he learned to be close-minded and opinionated."

I think if I’d seen that GIF, I wouldn’t have been able to eat Skittles again either. Just…wow. O___O

I think if I’d seen that GIF, I wouldn’t have been able to eat Skittles again either. Just…wow. O___O

Haha. xD I probably would have, if it weren’t for my overly perverted friends and family. 

OPEN RP

“And…how’d that go?” she asked, watching Pandora closely. “Have a nice reunion?”

“It was…interesting, to say the least.” Pandora paused, giving a slight shrug. “One went better than the other, which was to be expected, all things considered. It was…nice, though. Very nice.”

“Really? So…who were they? I mean, you said old ‘friends’, but really. Who were they to you?”

"Well the first I s'pose you could consider my 'arch nemesis' and 'sworn enemy', if the terms weren't so ridiculous. I may have sort of killed him. He was not pleased." Drumming her fingers against the tabletop, Pandora heaved a sigh. "Okay, so he was my fiance. I've been avoiding him for the past couple centuries. Can't run forever, though, it seems, and I was forced to acknowledge him at long last."

“So you’re new here, then,” Pandora remarked, peering curiously at the girl. “It’s impossible to keep up with you all these days. “Hello, Tiny. You have a bizarre name. I am Pandora, the Carnival fortune teller.”

“I like your name. Pandora.” She allowed the name to run off her tongue before giving a small nod. “And I like my name as well. I like bizarre.” Her eyes widened a bit. “Oooh…Fortune teller? That’s neat! Sounds like a lot of fun.”

"I was named after a myth," she explained. "Pandora's Box. In short, she opens a box she's not supposed to open, and unleashes Hell upon Earth." With a thoughtful pause, Pandora smirks. "Sort of ironic, now that I think about it."