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<blockquote data-quote="Joey MacGuffin" data-source="post: 3657791" data-attributes="member: 53188">Fifth Bodhisattva was now worried. The Sword did not have many good associations, and he didn't need to recall years of study to know what, or rather who, the Messenger could be pointing at. He was going to get a professional opinion.The colour schemes and markings that identify houses and shops in Varang can be rather arcane to outsiders, but thankfully Fifth hadn't totally forgotten his childhood. He goes up to a house marked as the office of a relatively competent astrologer, probably only a few years out of apprenticeship, but it was enough, no reason going to someone so high-up he would refuse to answer his questions. He knocks on the door. Nobody comes, so he keeps knocking, except louder, until a small man opens the door, looking annoyed.&quot;What's the meaning of this?&quot; the astrologer shouts irritated, &quot;it's the middle of the night! I'm not open... for... business,&quot; he falters under the Exalt's pupil-less eyes.&quot;I just saw the Messenger move, in the sky, towards the Sword. What does that mean?&quot; Fifth demands, impatiently. If he was going to avert some terrible fate, it wouldn't happen by being polite.The astrologer would have been more annoyed at this stranger's actions if he wasn't startled by his word. &quot;Th-that's impossible!&quot; he stammers.The Bodhisattva of Lost Heaven narrows his eyes menacingly. &quot;Just imagine,&quot; he says, softly, &quot;that I'm just crazy enough to do something crazy if you don't answer, but not yet crazy enough to imagine stars moving, okay?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Joey MacGuffin, post: 3657791, member: 53188"] Fifth Bodhisattva was now worried. The Sword did not have many good associations, and he didn't need to recall years of study to know what, or rather [I]who[/I], the Messenger could be pointing at. He was going to get a professional opinion. The colour schemes and markings that identify houses and shops in Varang can be rather arcane to outsiders, but thankfully Fifth hadn't totally forgotten his childhood. He goes up to a house marked as the office of a relatively competent astrologer, probably only a few years out of apprenticeship, but it was enough, no reason going to someone so high-up he would refuse to answer his questions. He knocks on the door. Nobody comes, so he keeps knocking, except louder, until a small man opens the door, looking annoyed. "What's the meaning of this?" the astrologer shouts irritated, "it's the middle of the night! I'm not open... for... business," he falters under the Exalt's pupil-less eyes. "I just saw the Messenger move, in the sky, towards the Sword. [I]What does that mean?[/I]" Fifth demands, impatiently. If he was going to avert some terrible fate, it wouldn't happen by being polite. The astrologer would have been more annoyed at this stranger's actions if he wasn't startled by his word. "Th-that's impossible!" he stammers. The Bodhisattva of Lost Heaven narrows his eyes menacingly. "Just imagine," he says, softly, "that I'm just crazy enough to do something crazy if you don't answer, but not yet crazy enough to imagine stars moving, okay?" [/QUOTE]

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