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Molly had liked being a cat, for the most part. It had been interesting to see things from that perspective, and he'd rather enjoyed that people were quite willing to lavish attention and ear-pets!

But what he hadn't been especially thrilled with? Was how difficult it was to communicate, aside from a scarce few. And the lack of opposable thumbs had meant there was plenty he couldn't do without help.

So back to normal he was happy to go back to drawing cards- while it wasn't unusual to find the tiefling taking over a corner of a bar or a cafe, or something of the sort, he'd decided to go right back to his roots this time, coat spread out like a tapestry, one he plunked down on, tail flicking back and forth behind him as he was easily shuffling his well-worn deck between slim fingers, red gaze flicking over those who passed.

If someone was familiar, or just looked like they'd be fun to talk to? He'd be piping up. "Come friend, have a seat! Keep a troublemaker company! Or maybe you'd like said troublemaker to draw a card or two for you?"

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The Swede wasn't sure what to make of the strange blue creature now asking him to take a seat. Troublemaker? Was he like one of the mischievous spirit folk from the ancient times? He had that look. Being a devout pagan, Erik was unsure of spritely looking creatures and this one had a look of one. A little apprehensive, Erik offered the blue creature a small wave whilst moving his guitar strap over his shoulder, since he had been practicing on his instrument only moments before.

"A card? You are blue. I am new here so you will have to forgive me."

Erik wasn't sure if he should take a seat or not but he was slowly opening up his mind to this new place and the strange and wonderful variety of residents that inhabited it. Why not? Surely, he would not put a curse on anyone! Sitting on the seat slowly the guitarist unhooked his guitar off his shoulders and laid it down gently by his chair.

"You are a card reader? A Mystisk en?"

The young man's Swedish accent quite thick but his English was well enough for people to hear.

"Already forgiven my friend!" Honestly, a little uncertainty and unfamiliarity was nothing in the grand scheme of things that could be considered needing an apology. Spreading the cards in a row on the table before tipping them to flip one way then the other in a sort of wave before sweeping them up to keep shuffling.

"I am indeed! Pull up a chair, and if you like, we can see what they have to say for you, hm?"

Well, wasn't he a friendly sort of creature? Erik's face morphed into a cheeky smile as he was now curious about these cards the blue horned man had. Tarot cards? He was a teller of fortunes perhaps? The guitarist was wary about such things but he wanted to broaden his horizons here within the Nexus.

"You are going to tell my fortune? This should be fun. Alright, let's have a go."

The young guitarist nodded and was keen to know what sort of fortune the creature would read out to him.

They certainly looked like tarot cards could- the backs painted in blues and silvers, decorated with celestial bodies and arcane-looking symbols that glimmered as he set the deck out.

"Wonderful! Now why don't you cut the deck for me and let me know what we're asking the fickle fates about today?"

Erik nodded and cut the deck wondering what the fates would decided for the young guitarist. The blue man seemed to know what he was doing since the deck was quite lavish with it's blues and silvers. A master tarot reader or trickster perhaps? A lot like Loki in the ancient Norse legends. Hopefully, this blue creature wouldn't try to fool Erik out of money or pick his pockets.

"I wonder what the fates say about me today."

He put his chin onto his hands as he leaned on the table with his elbows, inquisitive as ever and with his trademark boyish smile covering his youthful features.

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"Fate can be rude sometimes, but there's a sweet wind today so surely that'll cheer her disposition some." Molly replied easily as he shuffled half of the split deck a couple times before plucking the top card and with a easy flourish placed it between them. Definitely hand-painted- when light cast across the surface there were hints and signs of brush strokes in the paint that depicted a figure similar in look to Mollymauk- a woman, more a sapphire blue, but with horns and a tail of her own, and even in miniature there was a hint of mischief and laughter in the violet eyes.

"Case in point! Joy," The tiefling tapped a finger against the card, lips pulling on a dazzling grin as he glanced up at Erik. "You sir are clearly some kind of trouble. But the fun kind. Life's a party and by god you've made it your mission to make sure it's the best sort."

"Fate can be rude? Then, maybe she needs to be cheered up a bit? I'm good at that."

Erik was a beaming young guitarist who loved to cheer those who were feeling low or sad. He was then biting his lip slightly wondering what fate would chose for him in the cards, hoping it wouldn't be something bad. Death? Oh no, not that. Was that the worst card you could get?

"Joy? I'm in trouble? Oh. Hah! Life is a party at the moment because I'm touring with Ziggy and the rest of the bands with my brother, Hunter. I like to cause mischief and prank people on the way."

Because the young Swede couldn't help causing mayhem during the tour when there were so many people to trick.