They say when you repeat something enough times it becomes a blur. So in the five passing months that Fortunate spent in the casino things had become standard. The small hums of the gamblers in contrast to the loud noises of the arcade machines all blended into a melancholy song. The smells of the gamblers poor and rich alike that told many stories is a smell that Fortunate wears like a cologne. The bright lights making the greens and golds brighter and the silhouettes of the people all became one in the same to Fortunate as she focused on one thing and one thing only, the incomparable feeling of crushing your foes even if you loose.
Gambling, when you think about it, can be mainly about psychology. I win and I rise above the person regardless of status even if only for a brief moment. I loose and the person leaves with the fear that I could have won. After all, my loses have all been close.
After a particularly successful night Fortunate and Elekko hop onto the wall and go their separate ways. Fortunate arrives at the Phrontistery then scans her card trying to avoid eye contact with the guard and anyone else in the building as she heads for the library.
She nudges the door open and slinks towards the nearest wall. The library is practically empty safe for the librarian's assistant sliding on a ladder and a boy curled up in the corner. Fortunate strolls over to the psychology section and reaches up for a book far above her reach. The book floats down into her hand.
The funny thing about variations of spatial magic is the longer you stay in an area the stronger your influence on it... which is why most spatial magic users are hermits.
She looks up for a while then heads over to a pile of bean bags and proceeds to let herself fall into them.
I heard that the librarian has been here since birth.
She glances at the librarian then opens her book.
On the subject of empathy of different races. Rare as it may be there are other races of humans. Long ago they weren't even classified as humans and were treated as such until it was proven that some exhibit intelligence equal to or more than that of humans. In exchange of gaining technology they agreed to conform to laws such as: To never be seen in human territory out of human form, to never use their magic on humans without consent, to never have children with humans, to have never children without notifying the government, to have to apply to buy property, to receive an almost no tolerance policy when it comes to breaking any law, to never receive a title, to never be able to vote regardless of the impact, to-
"Oh, you're here again?"
The librarian's assistant peers at her book, arms crossed. Her antenna flutter.
"Morals and races huh?"
She frowns.
"Quaver?"
Fortunate looks up from her book and makes direct eye contact.
"Eeek! Don't make direct contact!"
She covers her eyes shaking.
"Eye contact is disrespectful! Please don't report me to the officials."
She shakes like an electric toothbrush in an earthquake. She's here under a strict three strike policy though the librarian hasn't given her any. No one knows what happens to them after their third strike but they're known to disappear forever. Fortunate looks away and tilts her head.
Quaver is small. Imagine a bunk bed but the top bunk is squished into the bottom. Quaver is a bit taller than that. Her skin is pale. Paler than the locals who never go outside. However, her most prominent features are her antenna similar to that of a butterfly that fade into her short, curly, black hair.
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