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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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"As am I." And as a rockstar with some clout he collected all the trouble to him and traveled the world with it as a day job. "Your eyes are beautiful."

Ziggy so rarely saw eyes similar to his own, less human, that Molly's were striking. "Ziggy Stardust and I am certain we will be friends Molly."

His eyes shifted down to the cards curiously. Being prophetic without any tools was enough to make the tools others used interesting and rather enigmatic.

Molly of course, preened at the compliment, smile brightening a shade as he tilted his head, letting the jewelry decorating his horns shift and glimmer with a faint chime of metals. "You're kind to say so. And you- your eyes are positively striking, what a wonderful shade-"

If he'd had anything else to say, it was derailed by the introduction, the tiefling perking near-immediately. "Ziggy?" Repeated with a pleased tone. "You wouldn't happen to be Mick's Ziggy would you?"

A lovely chance meeting if so- Mick had spoken so happily of his darling dearest after all. The cards were shuffled as he was speaking, hand painted clear enough, a little worn around the edges but in the way of simply passing through the tiefling's hands many times, well-loved rather than neglected. With a flourish he spread them across the embroidered coat, gesturing for Ziggy to pick one invitingly.

"They are the color of our sun." He commented before feeling the excitement derailing Molly's emotions. All Ziggy can do is smile because he knew Mick was always talking about him. The whole thing was endearing.

"Yes, I'm Mick's Ziggy." He says while watching the shuffling. Then he's offered to touch the cards, reaching out then hesitating before pulling his hand back. What would a psychic prophet touching a divination tool cause? He lingered staring at the cards, Molly's face, and then the cards again.

"This one." He pointed one out without touching it, thinking better of contact with divining cards.

"Your home must be beautiful then." Molly replied, trying to picture what the place might be like if it had people like Ziggy there.

"It's so very sweet how he talks about you," The tiefling comments with a pleased little smile, waiting while Ziggy considers the cards. "It's plain to see his quite enamored of his darling dearest."

Some people didn't like touching the cards. Whether from reverence or from suspicion it wasn't an entirely uncommon thing, so Ziggy indicating without touch was fine to him, humming an affirmation as he slid the card from the line, sweeping the rest into a stack and flipping the lone card face up, revealing the image of a blue tiefling in a green dress, everything about the bright background, the beaming smile, and the exuberant outfling of her arms a show of sheer delight.

"Joy! Now why am I not surprised? You strike me as the same creative sort as this young lady," He couldn't help but think of her, of the mischief and cheer, the absolute joy and affection that was so inherent to Jester, like the little sister he'd never known he was missing in his life. But then others had come, perhaps he'd see his fellow tiefling sometime in the future. "Not to say you can't feel doubts and sorrows, it's part and parcel of existing at times... but there's a skill to making the choice to see past those grey and nasty stormclouds, to turn it into something beautiful and something tells me you've got that knack."

"My homeworld is dead." The words come out colder than Ziggy intended, perhaps even channeling some of the desolate, silent, cold desert that was Anthea.

"He is a very sweet and loving man." Ziggy agrees with a smile while he's feeling out the cards before him.

He falls silent while staring at the card, listening to the explanation. Slowly he reaches out to touch the background of colors but it's tentative. Ziggy knows their might be feedback; from the cards, their owner, or even triggering his own prophetic ability. The draw to the motley, and probably to human eyes anyway, discordant bright colors is too much for an Anthean to resist.

"There are persons like this in our culture. They are prophetic, seers of the future and bring change, though they rarely survive to bring about the good they are intended to." Ziggy knew that he was among those in that class of people; hybrids of the Anthean and Human bloodlines. Most had been murdered, all of them had been, and even Ziggy bore the scars of attempts to kill him as well.

An unfortunate thing that- Molly's expression flashes something sympathetic but Ziggy seems to want to not dwell on it with how his attention is drawn instead by the talk of Mick, and the tiefling is willing enough to go with the flow rather than let curiosity dredge up old hurts.

The feedback seems mild, and in line with the cheerful sort of imagery decorating the card. A accented laugh with no thought to modulation, the jubilation of a well-timed joke shared, the sweet scent of pastries. A hug with more strength behind it than the small frame that offered it would imply. "Hmm... Jester's not so much prophetic. At least, as far as anyone's aware. She just... she's good. Sweet and she cares about people. There's a reason I painted her on this card."

Ziggy pulls back his hand and thinks better of too much contact. Nothing from the card is bad but he knows better than to linger when he gets that sort of feeling of an object have too much on it, even good things.

"Our prophets usually care too much for their own survival." It wasn't even their own good but they rarely made it out the other side. "I like her."

"There's so many options for prophecy and omens back home that prophets are generally safe, unless their portents upset someone powerful. People can be nasty even to the poor messenger." Molly grinned in a wryly sympathetic way- while some of his readings were bullshit, enough were true that he'd had a few incidents like that. But his expression eases further at the comment about Jester.

"Most do! She's a ray of sunshine in tiefling form- if someone doesn't like her, well they're not to be trusted. It's like disliking a puppy or kitten."

Unless they were the victim of a well-timed prank, but details!