Madame Destiny's Readings, part the second
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wonder_cityFor ysabetwordsmith:
Madame Destiny's dress is a gauzy tiered peach confection topped with a white, broad-brimmed garden party hat. The peach gauze band around the crown of the hat is fastened with a rhinestone brooch, and the slender silver bangles at her wrists are also adorned with rhinestones. She wears only two rings today and a massive carved carnelian pendant rests just below her modest neckline. Her nails, as she lays out the card on the table, are simply done with a clear nail varnish.
The card depicts a muscular white man with a handlebar mustache and short dark hair slicked back on his head. He is bare-chested, wears pale tights with a red sash tied around his waist, and ankle-high black laced boots over white athletic socks pulled up to mid-shin. He's posed facing slightly left, with his fists up in the classic early-20th-century prizefighter pose. The card is upright to you.
"Oh, how delightful!" Madame says, almost caressing the card with her fingertips. "This is Punchout O'Neil as quite a young man, standing for Strength. He came out as a hero very late in the Great War, when he turned 18 and joined the Bulletproof Brigade. He'd been prizefighting since he was just a lad, but stopped, he told me once, when he realized that he wasn't feeling the punches any more. Between the wars, he made quite a name for himself -- he always fought bare-knuckled and was able to knock down buildings if he put his mind to it. They said later that he made force fields in front of his fists, though he always called it just his mental force, you know."
She sighs sentimentally. "He did some advertising between the wars, when handlebar mustaches were still in. I still remember the posters. You used to be able to get them in vintage shops, and I had one in my bedroom when I was just a girl, advertising hair cream. He was so very handsome, even after he shaved the mustache. I was thrilled when I got to meet him, just after I took my name and all, and not long before he died, poor man. He was sweet and extremely gentle, and utterly devoted to his wife. He did the most amazing tiny carvings and scrimshaw and such like, despite the arthritis. Loved children, though they never had any, and they raised terriers instead."
"The reason that Punchout is the Strength card is exactly that," Madame says. "His immense strength bounded and controlled by his sweet temper. He was so unlike the other strongmen of his time that way. When they saved the women and children, you always had the feeling that it was grandstanding; when he did it, you knew it was because he genuinely cared about them. The Strength card indicates you've got this sort of power well in hand with a good temperment; you're in a very good place, going the direction you want to be going." She picks up the card and gazes at it, smiling, before tucking it back into the deck. "I hope that helps, dear."
Forwyld_dandelion:
Madame Destiny is wearing a figure-hugging rocketship red dress with long, leg-of-mutton sleeves ending in heavy wrist frills. A dashing black hat is tipped rakishly over one eye, and enormous chandelier earrings drip with rhinestone rubies to her shoulders. She's wearing several enormous garnet rings and a Bohemian garnet cuff bracelet, and her nails flash scarlet as she deals the card out to the table.
The card depicts a jewel-encrusted emperor's orb topped with, rather than a cross, a golden apple. Each of the visible eighths of the globe is a different color: red, blue, black, and silver. It floats against a starry background interspersed with random swirls of color which betray the deck's early 1970s design.
"Ah, the Harmoneris Orb," Madame says. "And upright, too, I'm glad to say. It stands for the Ace of Pentacles. In case you haven't heard of the Orb, it is a rather mysterious magical object that was captured by the Gold Stars as it was being transported to Hitler himself by members of his Magierrat, the mages and mystikai who worked for the Nazis. It doesn't really look like that, of course. No one really knows what it looks like, because it changes appearance based on who is holding it at the time, and it's said that it changes effects similarly. It's supposed to respond to one's deepest desires. Some people have suggested that if we'd let it reach Hitler, it would have just turned him into an excellent painter, but I would hardly have liked to have risked the effects, would you?"
"They say it's locked in the Gold Stars' deepest vault, but I'd lay money that it's not going to remain there forever. It's one of those tricksy things, granting the wishes we're most embarrassed about, making the dreams come true that turn out to be nightmares, and occasionally giving people the power to save the world." She smiles. "Someone's bound to go get it and try it sometime."
"This card symbolizes a lot of raw energy and potential swirling around, and drawing it means you have access to that potential. I think this is an excellent portent that whatever you have in hand -- moneywise, say, or work-wise, or craft-wise -- is going to turn out extremely well. Perhaps not in the way you expect, though." She puts the card on top of the deck. "I hope that helps, dear."
Forwhatawaytoburn:
Today, Madame Destiny is wearing an ensemble in Alice Blue chiffon: a scalloped blue gauzy blouse with a matching drape, falling gracefully about her shoulders. A triple strand of pearls depends into her generous cleavage, and perfectly matched single-pearl earrings adorn her earlobes. She is wearing a single ring: seed pearls and sapphires set in Art Nouveau styled gold.
The card she deals onto the tabletop before you shows a young, slender androgynous figure in dark blue bodysuit and a black bolero jacket. This person is wearing a simple black mask that covers only the top of the face, and is carrying a fighting staff with silver caps on either end. The background is a nighttime rooftop with a crescent moon in the sky and a caped figure in the distance. The card is upright to you.
"Oh, Domino," Madame says fondly. "He's one of my favorite cards. I quite liked Domino the one time I met him as Domino. Of course there were three of them, though two of them didn't make it out of the war, poor things, and the one I met became Midnight Mask's sidekick only afterward. The Mask was quite bitter about losing his young men, but what can you expect in wartime anyway? He always chose the bright young things, so enthusiastic and acrobatic and full of energy and... risk-taking behaviors. It took him a while to find just the right young man, the one that didn't go charging off without his permission into unknown dangers. Teenagers can be so very impulsive."
"This card stands for the Page of Wands. Domino is all about energy and drive and enthusiasm. And making that energy and drive and enthusiasm go someplace useful, and do something productive. Since this card is upright, this is the third Domino, the one who lived and eventually took on the mantle of Midnight Mask himself, growing beyond his role as a sidekick. So the card represents beginning on a path which will lead to growth and better things for you. Bigger challenges." She dimples. "Just keep that energy pointed where it ought to go, and don't go chasing after shadows and getting yourself captured. I hope that helps, dear."
ysabetwordsmith:Madame Destiny's dress is a gauzy tiered peach confection topped with a white, broad-brimmed garden party hat. The peach gauze band around the crown of the hat is fastened with a rhinestone brooch, and the slender silver bangles at her wrists are also adorned with rhinestones. She wears only two rings today and a massive carved carnelian pendant rests just below her modest neckline. Her nails, as she lays out the card on the table, are simply done with a clear nail varnish.
The card depicts a muscular white man with a handlebar mustache and short dark hair slicked back on his head. He is bare-chested, wears pale tights with a red sash tied around his waist, and ankle-high black laced boots over white athletic socks pulled up to mid-shin. He's posed facing slightly left, with his fists up in the classic early-20th-century prizefighter pose. The card is upright to you.
"Oh, how delightful!" Madame says, almost caressing the card with her fingertips. "This is Punchout O'Neil as quite a young man, standing for Strength. He came out as a hero very late in the Great War, when he turned 18 and joined the Bulletproof Brigade. He'd been prizefighting since he was just a lad, but stopped, he told me once, when he realized that he wasn't feeling the punches any more. Between the wars, he made quite a name for himself -- he always fought bare-knuckled and was able to knock down buildings if he put his mind to it. They said later that he made force fields in front of his fists, though he always called it just his mental force, you know."
She sighs sentimentally. "He did some advertising between the wars, when handlebar mustaches were still in. I still remember the posters. You used to be able to get them in vintage shops, and I had one in my bedroom when I was just a girl, advertising hair cream. He was so very handsome, even after he shaved the mustache. I was thrilled when I got to meet him, just after I took my name and all, and not long before he died, poor man. He was sweet and extremely gentle, and utterly devoted to his wife. He did the most amazing tiny carvings and scrimshaw and such like, despite the arthritis. Loved children, though they never had any, and they raised terriers instead."
"The reason that Punchout is the Strength card is exactly that," Madame says. "His immense strength bounded and controlled by his sweet temper. He was so unlike the other strongmen of his time that way. When they saved the women and children, you always had the feeling that it was grandstanding; when he did it, you knew it was because he genuinely cared about them. The Strength card indicates you've got this sort of power well in hand with a good temperment; you're in a very good place, going the direction you want to be going." She picks up the card and gazes at it, smiling, before tucking it back into the deck. "I hope that helps, dear."
For
wyld_dandelion:Madame Destiny is wearing a figure-hugging rocketship red dress with long, leg-of-mutton sleeves ending in heavy wrist frills. A dashing black hat is tipped rakishly over one eye, and enormous chandelier earrings drip with rhinestone rubies to her shoulders. She's wearing several enormous garnet rings and a Bohemian garnet cuff bracelet, and her nails flash scarlet as she deals the card out to the table.
The card depicts a jewel-encrusted emperor's orb topped with, rather than a cross, a golden apple. Each of the visible eighths of the globe is a different color: red, blue, black, and silver. It floats against a starry background interspersed with random swirls of color which betray the deck's early 1970s design.
"Ah, the Harmoneris Orb," Madame says. "And upright, too, I'm glad to say. It stands for the Ace of Pentacles. In case you haven't heard of the Orb, it is a rather mysterious magical object that was captured by the Gold Stars as it was being transported to Hitler himself by members of his Magierrat, the mages and mystikai who worked for the Nazis. It doesn't really look like that, of course. No one really knows what it looks like, because it changes appearance based on who is holding it at the time, and it's said that it changes effects similarly. It's supposed to respond to one's deepest desires. Some people have suggested that if we'd let it reach Hitler, it would have just turned him into an excellent painter, but I would hardly have liked to have risked the effects, would you?"
"They say it's locked in the Gold Stars' deepest vault, but I'd lay money that it's not going to remain there forever. It's one of those tricksy things, granting the wishes we're most embarrassed about, making the dreams come true that turn out to be nightmares, and occasionally giving people the power to save the world." She smiles. "Someone's bound to go get it and try it sometime."
"This card symbolizes a lot of raw energy and potential swirling around, and drawing it means you have access to that potential. I think this is an excellent portent that whatever you have in hand -- moneywise, say, or work-wise, or craft-wise -- is going to turn out extremely well. Perhaps not in the way you expect, though." She puts the card on top of the deck. "I hope that helps, dear."
For
whatawaytoburn:Today, Madame Destiny is wearing an ensemble in Alice Blue chiffon: a scalloped blue gauzy blouse with a matching drape, falling gracefully about her shoulders. A triple strand of pearls depends into her generous cleavage, and perfectly matched single-pearl earrings adorn her earlobes. She is wearing a single ring: seed pearls and sapphires set in Art Nouveau styled gold.
The card she deals onto the tabletop before you shows a young, slender androgynous figure in dark blue bodysuit and a black bolero jacket. This person is wearing a simple black mask that covers only the top of the face, and is carrying a fighting staff with silver caps on either end. The background is a nighttime rooftop with a crescent moon in the sky and a caped figure in the distance. The card is upright to you.
"Oh, Domino," Madame says fondly. "He's one of my favorite cards. I quite liked Domino the one time I met him as Domino. Of course there were three of them, though two of them didn't make it out of the war, poor things, and the one I met became Midnight Mask's sidekick only afterward. The Mask was quite bitter about losing his young men, but what can you expect in wartime anyway? He always chose the bright young things, so enthusiastic and acrobatic and full of energy and... risk-taking behaviors. It took him a while to find just the right young man, the one that didn't go charging off without his permission into unknown dangers. Teenagers can be so very impulsive."
"This card stands for the Page of Wands. Domino is all about energy and drive and enthusiasm. And making that energy and drive and enthusiasm go someplace useful, and do something productive. Since this card is upright, this is the third Domino, the one who lived and eventually took on the mantle of Midnight Mask himself, growing beyond his role as a sidekick. So the card represents beginning on a path which will lead to growth and better things for you. Bigger challenges." She dimples. "Just keep that energy pointed where it ought to go, and don't go chasing after shadows and getting yourself captured. I hope that helps, dear."
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Date: 2012-03-03 08:37 pm (UTC)Some people have suggested that if we'd let it reach Hitler, it would have just turned him into an excellent painter, but I would hardly have liked to have risked the effects, would you?
//CRACKS UP
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Date: 2012-03-09 09:20 pm (UTC)And the comments about the redshirt fragilities of impulsive young sidekicks, ouch.
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Date: 2012-05-10 02:55 pm (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2012-03-11 05:23 am (UTC)