Satan City's Fortune-Teller! [Open] Feb 4, 2020 7:21:59 GMT -6
Post by Athel on Feb 4, 2020 7:21:59 GMT -6
PL: 50,001Interest in Earth’s landmarks and a certain group of young girls had brought the Demon to Satan City, a place named after some supposed hero that even the Occult Club looked up to in some way. Athel, while somewhat intrigued by the tale, didn’t think much of it. The truth for tales like that Satan individual was often as stretched, especially when said event occurred many years ago. Perhaps someday the Demon would explore the topic more, but for now, there was a different mission that the they were being tasked with. Though in Athel’s opinion cash wasn’t all too necessary and they could operate just fine without any, the group that followed the being felt differently. If they truly thought cash was important, then it was cash that the club would obtain.
In the center of the city, somewhat out of the way of the school for whatever reason, a little tent was set up. Two of the club members stood outside, dressed in their casual clothing and a hat reminiscent of something a witch would wear, while another stood inside. Along with the follower was Athel who sat at a little brown table, hood up and covering the majority of their face as per usual. Atop the table rested a crystal ball of some sort. If it wasn’t clear enough as to what the whole set up was for, the two outside began shouting at anyone who happened to pass by.
“Come one, come all! Miss Calarook’s Fortune Telling Booth is now open for business! Will you end up becoming a gazillionaire, meet the love of your life tomorrow, or will your funeral get planned the moment you exit the tent!? I’m not sure, but Miss Calarook can easily find out and she’s even willing to tell you for the low, low price of 5,000 Zeni!” They’d shout, hoping to real in as many customers as possible before the day came to a close. While the price might’ve seemed a tad bit absurd, the club figured it was well worth the price. Athel, on the other hand, had no part in deciding on the price. Whatever was going to be relayed to anyone dumb enough to stumble on inside was more than likely going to be a bunch of lies the Demon would create on the spot.
Mavis, the Occult Clubs blonde leader who wore similar attire to the girls outside, was chilling behind the Demon youngling with a small notebook in hand. “Do you really think this will work, Great One? Even if you are capable of some interesting sorcery, I don’t think that even you’ll be able to trick anyone into believing something things that are made up on the spot like this.” She said, fully aware that the whole thing was a scam.
The Demon chuckled lightly in response, leaning back in the chair a tad. “No need to worry, my dear. Earthlings are gullible compared to Demons and the other races I’ve come across in my years. As long as I remain somewhat vague and keep things as realistic as possible, the customer should be happy no matter what I tell them. All we need to do is sit back, relax, and wait for the first person to roll on in for us.” And that’s exactly what Athel planned to do. If this failed to draw anyone in, then they’d pack up and head back to the drawing board.