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[solitaire]

_{( Remy’s hanging out in what passes for one of the classier taverns, leaning back in a wooden chair as his hair falls over his eyes. He’s eyeing the communicator a little devilishly, and, as ever, he’s shuffling a deck of cards. And though the process is constant, he eventually pulls out exactly the card he meant to: the Ace of Diamonds. )}

Diamonds are called Coins, sometimes. If it was gonna be an element, it’d be Earth. Has ta do with the physical, your body an’ your wealth. People who do work like that, too—merchants, traders.

Sometimes it jus’ means you’re an achiever. Y’like gettin’ things done.

_{( He nods, solemnly, before replacing the card in the deck and continuing with his shuffling. He pulls out the Ace of Clubs, next. )}

Clubs’re different. Called Wands, in the old days. They’re Fire, willpower. People who do hard work, wit’ their hands. If you’re someone who likes destruction, that’s your suit. But that’s no so bad. The world needs breakin’ down an’ buldin’ up.

_{( Another nod, another tilt of his head. The next card is the Ace of Hearts. )}

Hearts’re special, some people think. Used ta be called Cups. They gotta do with Water, with emotion. People who do things spir’tually.

Hearts’re socializers. They like other people, more than things.

_{( He kisses the card lightly before shuffling it back in, pulling out the last. The Ace of Spades. )}

Now, Spades. Also called Swords, sometimes. They’re Air, freedom. But wit’ that comes unpredictability. If you’re a Spade, y’like havin’ authority. But that comes wit’ responsibility, an’ consequences.

Spades’re explorers. They like the unknown, seekin’ out what they might be ‘fraid of o’ what might bring ‘em joy.

_{( That card goes back into the deck, too. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. Remy smiles at the communicator once more. )}

So, here’s a question. Which’re you?

Comments

[solitaire]

No one fits one. They choose it.

[givetheslip]

I see.

[After a few moments of consideration]

A spade, perhaps. At least once upon a time. Now, I'm not so sure.

[solitaire]

Freedom, choice. A good option.

Maybe it ain't so different now, as you think.

[givetheslip]

Maybe not. But I do wish I'd had time to discover for myself who I'd have become. I was taken from—a period of transition, you could say.

[solitaire]

No reason you can't become the person y'want ta here, is there?

[givetheslip]

I don't think any of us can remain exactly who we were upon arriving, but that's exactly it—our surroundings affect us, don't they? I'd like to know what would've become of me in my time, where I belong.

[Or maybe she should be careful what she wishes for.]

[solitaire]

Your surroundings can prob'ly nudge you one way or the other, but I think what makes you you is a bit harder ta manipulate than that.

So maybe things aren't exactly what they'd be, but you're still basically the same, I think.

[givetheslip]

Maybe. I'll have to think on it a while longer.

[solitaire]

Good luck ta you.