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[presgarddihellis]

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[presgarddihellis]

No.

[the smile of truth telling on a technicality.]

It's funny. That one has the meaning of "new beginnings", also.

[ordimame]

[nts ask Raven the same question]

"New beginnings," but from the perspective of understanding the self from within. Versus the Fool's "new beginnings" from the perspective of the outside world's influence.

. . . or something poetic like that!

[BE PROUD OF HIM SMITH HE IS LEARNING]

[presgarddihellis]

["Something poetic"... but well. he's not wrong.]

They do say that the Major Arcana are actually more like the story of one's life journey. The zero and the twenty-first cards are the beginning and so-called end. But the others can be arranged in whatever way and can show up at any time.

And then, of course, once you reach the "end", it can result in starting back at the "beginning".

[jazz hands. TAROT!]

[ordimame]

[TAROT!!]

It's cyclical. . . symbolic for how life is a series of many journeys, not just one?

[presgarddihellis]

Exactly so.

[ordimame]

[hmm. . . giving Smith a soft, lopsided smile]

. . . thanks for sharing. It was fun, to learn something new.

[presgarddihellis]

Just be sure to use such knowledge wisely.

[he is. still vibrating internally, a little.]

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . .]

Do you think it counts? If someone were to invoke— that?

[it's vague, but. what he means is. . . if someone were to call him "The Fool," would that be considered a true name?]

[presgarddihellis]

Yes.

If it is something that people only know something or someone by, it should count.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . . well then]

[. . .]

[. . . mutters something quietly underneath his breath]

[presgarddihellis]

[... that better not be you muttering his title.]

[ordimame]

[IT'S NOT?? CHRIST!!! WHAT DO YOU TAKE HIM FOR]

[sounds a bit like "Ma—" actually]

[presgarddihellis]

[HAND GOING OVER PUCK'S MOUTH, JFC.]

[ordimame]

[startled noises?? gives Smith a Look (TM) as his own hand flies up to pry fingers form his mouth]

[more muffled protesting!!]

[presgarddihellis]

[HE'S PRETTY FIRM!]

There is a spirit haunting this auditorium. Do you think they're not listening?

[ordimame]

[features grow slack for just a brief moment, because no. he hadn't considered that the spirit haunting the auditorium might be listening. thanks for the save, Smith!!]

[. . .]

[and then his features pinch together as he tugs against that hand again. more insistent this time. let go!!]

[presgarddihellis]

[okay, moving hand away.]

[ordimame]

[SHARP EXHALE. . .]

. . . okay. Not here.

Come back to Anzen with me.

[presgarddihellis]

[hesitates...

on the one side, unsure it's actually a good idea to trust him with a name?

on the other side, he has said he prefers fair trade and Puck is more likely to do something foolish to make it even.

...

let's out a sigh and stands. gonna leave the marionette here for the time being. that should be fine.]

Alright.

[ordimame]

[Puck gives the marionette one last glance before he also stands, fingers dipping into his pockets. Smith knows him far to well, to let him go through with this. it's much preferable to whatever stupid thing he'd do in its place to keep things even between them]

[. . . to make it clear that he doesn't intend to snap the fragile thread of trust he has been given]

[the walk to Anzen is strangely quiet. Puck doesn't speak or even look in Smith's direction until they have entered the dorm, tilting his head towards the couch in the common area]

Want a seat?

[presgarddihellis]

[he does still have the Tarot book with him and holds it in both hands for a moment.]

Before that.

I should be clear.

I have many names. And any one of them could be used in the ways in which we were warned, but... this one, obviously, is not either of the ones I was born with.

If you're considering saying something... if you have any other aliases or the like, then that should be a fair enough trade.

[ordimame]

[. . .]

[Puck reaches out, resting his palms across the backs of Smiths' hands, so they're both holding the book now. he makes sure to meet the other's gaze steadily, resolve steeling his expression. it doesn't matter how many aliases Smith may have. . . because there is no way he guided Puck towards this book without knowing he'd walk away from the conversation having learned at least one.]

. . . Makoto.

[he eventually says. firm, but even]

Edamura Makoto.

[funny, how he usually introduces himself to others with his family name first, as is custom for his culture. and yet right now, in this moment, it's his given name he emphasizes]

[presgarddihellis]

[the thing of it is--the thing of it is... he did ask Puck once about how it would feel to never hear his own name, just the one he was made to go with out of necessity. and it's because he understood that feeling only too well.

truly, The Fool is a fool because even if he anticipated some of this, directed it even to a degree, he severely underestimated his own want to just yell out a name only known to others in a dream now.





he just. tightens his hold on the book.

and smiles, a little helpless.]

Well met, Makoto.

[ordimame]

[whew. whew]

[after two months of Puck, it's almost a little jarring to hear the name "Makoto" again. especially when spoken from the mouth of someone who had only known him as Puck up until this very moment. it's. . .]

[. . .]

[. . . it's a little warm, he thinks]

[he gives Smith's hands a tight squeeze before finally drawing back, fingers sneaking back into his pockets. his smile is soft]

Yeah.

Well met.

[presgarddihellis]

[forces his hands to relax their grip a little once Puck--... once Makoto pulls back.]

... at least, if anything, you have gotten the most accurate way to call this face.