Nova
Clever as the devil
Memorizing the symbols and secret communications, she left Vesper to take his place behind her as she straightened her dress. Before the first victim customer made their way in, Nova took a moment to let her giddy expression calm into one of mystic calm. A polite smile played on her lips when the woman stepped inside. She nodded her head expectantly at the greeting.
"Hello and welcome. My name is Madame Marin." Nova may not be a mind reader like her father or brother, but she immediately noted the way the woman glanced at Vesper behind her. It obviously didn't help that he looked particularly intimidating. Knowing he could hear her, she thought, Loosen up or you might scare them all away. You're supposed to be a 'protector' not a thug. Play nice. Going along with their predetermined plan, she gave the customer a reassuring smile, waving a flippant hand in his direction. "Don't mind him. He's here to ensure our safety. Sometimes my fortunes can be seen as too powerful, and spirits will try to interfere. His protection and discretion are guaranteed." The lies came easily, rolling off her tongue naturally without any ticks or tells to indicate that they may not be the truth.
Feeling that the issues had been properly laid to rest, Nova indicated to the pillow across from her. "Please, sit. You seem very troubled. What questions plague you?" Her face was the image of omnipotent concern. As the role of the fortune teller, she was of course 'aware' of the woman's troubles, but sympathetic to the mortal struggles, willing to let her share verbally what she was comfortable with. If anything, she was trying to emanate her mother, letting a regal and ethereal persona take over the usually bubbly personality.
"Hello and welcome. My name is Madame Marin." Nova may not be a mind reader like her father or brother, but she immediately noted the way the woman glanced at Vesper behind her. It obviously didn't help that he looked particularly intimidating. Knowing he could hear her, she thought, Loosen up or you might scare them all away. You're supposed to be a 'protector' not a thug. Play nice. Going along with their predetermined plan, she gave the customer a reassuring smile, waving a flippant hand in his direction. "Don't mind him. He's here to ensure our safety. Sometimes my fortunes can be seen as too powerful, and spirits will try to interfere. His protection and discretion are guaranteed." The lies came easily, rolling off her tongue naturally without any ticks or tells to indicate that they may not be the truth.
Feeling that the issues had been properly laid to rest, Nova indicated to the pillow across from her. "Please, sit. You seem very troubled. What questions plague you?" Her face was the image of omnipotent concern. As the role of the fortune teller, she was of course 'aware' of the woman's troubles, but sympathetic to the mortal struggles, willing to let her share verbally what she was comfortable with. If anything, she was trying to emanate her mother, letting a regal and ethereal persona take over the usually bubbly personality.
and twice as pretty
