[h2][center][color=steelblue]Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto[/color][/center][/h2]
[h2][center]District XII[/center][/h2]
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[color=steelblue]"Y'know patchy, i like to put my clients in 3 differents categories"[/color] Giovanni started saying. There was a moment of rest on his side of the street, a lot of clients had already used his services, he could faintly feel them slowly expanding his net, and he used it to talk to someone,  only problem was, nobody seemed to be near him, his only companion the crystal ball he had on the table in front of him. In his hand, a deck of cards that he constantly shuffle and reshuffled

[color=steelblue]"The first ones, are those that see me and think 'why not? It's only going to be 5 minutes for some cheap mumbo jumbo and entertainment', i like those, just men and women trying to have some fun, i can respect that ; second type are those dumb assholes that think themselves smart and only sit in my table to snobbishly say 'actually, i know how this whole thing works, i've read it on a book, it's called cold reading and bla bla bla' those shithead love talking, almost like they loved the sound of their own voice"[/color] he stopped for a moment and grinned, almost like he spotted the hypocrisy in his words but didn't care about it. He was about to continue but suddenly he felt a slight pain in his right hand. He knew instantly what it meant. 

Rapidly, fluidly, like an automatic motion that he had done a thousand times before, he grabbed the crystall ball on the table and throwed it on one of the many pockets of his coat. It bulged slightly. Then he folded the table to a minimal size and saved, alongside the now folded chair, inside the backpag at the side of his feet. The cards, however, stayed in his hands.

[color=steelblue]"Look alive patchy, story time gonna have to wait, it's time to truly put at test that luck of yours, was that horrible migraine you gave me just a fluke, or is it really that strong? Only one way to find out!"[/color] He proclamed. If one were to look at his eyes, they would see the look a crazed man, a man desperately in search of an answer. Maybe this was the only way he would find it. Giovanni Fortuna Scalognatto prepared for battle.