PSYCHIC READINGS BY RITCHIE SIMPSON

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[hellraizer]

Just because some people who came before never got there doesn't mean it's not possible. They've already done the research, yeah? No reason for you not to stand on their backs and go where they couldn't.

[John isn't trying to blow smoke up Ritchie's ass. To him it's simple logic, build on what someone else did before to reach a goal.]

Is putting words for you to find in smoke not enough for you? Fine. [With a lax wave of the hand the faces of the cards in Ritchie's hand turn to mirrors reflecting both Ritchie and the light. The table beneath them, while still a table, and a person can tell as much through touch, now appears as a large catfish flopping against dry land.]

[middlefingers]

[ Encouragement is not anything he has expected from this conversation. In his expanding circle, from hometown to family to England, Ritchie has yet to find any niche for his interest in the magical arts. Academics all say it's a childish whim while some more free spirits that he's encountered warn him by the way of outdated misconceptions.

While this guy talks about as fast and loose as a card dealer, Ritchie's attention hasn't wandered one bit. His eyes follow the wave of John's hand like a hawk. It makes the reveal of what the table and the cards have become even better. Ritchie scoots his chair back to get a better look. To him, the fish isn't jarring: it's a spectacle. Tentatively he lets his hands hover over the cards to test their reflectivity. It's a successful initial test. Now he can reach out for the fish. He touches it without hesitation.

The laugh that escapes him is higher than his speaking voice, halted and awkward but pleased all the same. With his palm flat on the fish all he feels is the solidity of the table. It's exactly the concept he's become enamored with and never has he felt more eager to learn.

His sourness has faded away, and when he finds the young wizard's eyes he's still beaming. ]

That's-- really something. You're good.

[hellraizer]

[That's it. With the laugh John knows he has Ritchie's attention. Not simply the kind that watches out of idle curiosity, but one fully ensnared, eager to see what happens next.

John returns the smile, just as wide and genuine.]

I know, but so are you. You're better than this.

[With a snap the illusion recedes to indicate the table before them.]

And that's why I'd love for you to join us if you're interested. The people are great, if a regular lot of shitheads like me. But we have books and objects at our disposal, the kind that other human eyes haven't seen for centuries. Some things you can only really understand from the people who came before you, you know what I mean?