MERC XIX: Toss a Coin to your Goblin

[Reinholdt]

[Astrana's Office]

Unconscious is a strong word for what is afflicting Reina. Though it may seem that way as Astrana shifts the cat carrier to the middle of the circle, since the cat's eyes are closed by this point in a peaceful pose.

As the strigoi and tiefling talk things through, paws reach out and deftly undo the carrier's door before pushing it open. A small, blue cat exits the box pausing only to push its two front paws forward and curl its back up as it stretches with a toothy yawn. Then it straightens and looks around before shifting back into a buxom catgirl. She's taller and thinner than she was when Siana first encountered her, her hair a lighter shade of blue having grown longer, curled into a physics defying heart shape.

"Astrana. Siana. Olvisin." Reina nods to them in greeting, but they seem to be busy with something so she'll do her best not to disturb them and head towards the door like they were just passing each other in the hallway. Granted, she's a little confused as to why she's here instead of in her bed. But honestly, when you've lived in the Nexus as long as she has you grow to just accept these things. Some days you get polymorphed into a virus designed to take down a god from the inside. Others you end up creating inescapable time loops you've already escaped from. And some times you're just going to wake up someplace weird! The most important skill to learn when dealing with the Nexus is simple.

Just roll with it.

[A Furiously Felonious Feeling]

"Steal the powers from Magtok Prime, not from YOU," Reina hisses at Magtok. By the goddesses above, even when it was about a different him, he still made it about him. Of course he did.

Though... Magtok does bring up an interesting proposal. Would it be possible to get someone to hire her to steal from them and split the insurance money? That'd be double... no triple dipping! It'd make it into the top three heists of the year! Maybe even all time? No, probably not all time. Rein's already got two of those spots and they take a whole lot more than just stolen money, even tripled stolen money.

The catgirl's tail flicked as she examines the psychic's room, the blue fur soft and alluring. She clears her throat and is about to say something when suddenly her eyes go wide. There's a deep, brief gasp. And then... her pink eyes go back to normal and Reina carries on like literally nothing just happened. Some sort of weird breathing exercise she does? She doesn't seem concerned at any rate. "Magtok Junior here is a client of Merc and is paying for psychic assistance," Reina clarifies. She feels that it is important to state that Magtok is a client and Pania is being sought on a professional level, not as a favor from other members or something.

[Shadowcaller]

[Astrana's Office]

Ah, perhaps Siana missing that pike at her was for the better. But he wasn't sure if she wanted to go as far as considering her friend though. As far as Astrana was concerned, she was just another client.

Which made her all the more thankful for the catgirls interruption. "Reina, you're up. Finally. We've... had a bit of a disaster here trying to figure out what was wrong with you. You just passed out while sparring against Siana." She gestures towards the girl.

[Morty]

[Astrana's Office]

"She's mobile, so that's an improvement..." Olvisin says to herself, then proceeds to back Astrana up. "Yes, and we've been trying to figure out what happened. It got a little messy."

[Ironsmith]

[Astrana's Office]

"Miss Reina!"

Siana sprints (well, "sprints") over to Reina as fast as she can, throwing down her cane and giving the cat-woman a big hug. "Thank goodness you're okay!" She smiles. "We were all worried about you." It occurs to her at this point that Reina might not quite be okay... "awake" and "healthy" aren't synonyms, after all. But this constitutes a major improvement, and bodes well for breaking even on this encounter. That seems worth celebrating to her.

Of course, Reina might not enjoy the hug so much. Siana isn't used to having horns on her head and doesn't even know they're there, so she may end up poking the catwoman in a rather uncomfortable way. And that's assuming she's okay with being hugged in the first place.

[Reinholdt]

[Astrana's Office]

Reina oofs a little at the surprise hug, but doesn't mind hugs in the least, returning Siana's affections in turn. Reina's gotten very good at hugs over the years with her kids, in particular, hugging in such a way that doesn't press painfully into the cat ears atop their head. This is convenient for preventing uncomfortable horn situations. Still, Reina does notice them... and makes no special comment about them at all! Huh.

"Ok, ok there intern. I'm fine. Your concern is appreciated though." Reina gives Siana a reassuring smile before turning her attention towards Olvisin and Astrana, her eyes searching theirs as she tries to make sense of their statements.

"What? Again, really? I need to stop sparring with you, huh?" Siana's proving dangerous! Well, Reina already found that out earlier.

[Shadowcaller]

[Astrana's Office]

Astrana eyes twitches as Siana, without hesitation, ran straight into an active summoning circle. Nothing would happen to her in this case but considering the earlier debacle and her transformation she had really hoped she'd be less brash.

"You were brought down here once you passed out and I tried to see if Siana had caused your condition somehow. Turns out she didn't so now I'm sure it's something within you that made you pass out. I didn't want to start messing around while you were still unconcious though." If Siana or Olivisin wanted to add to that they could feel free.

[Meowmai]

A Painfully Perilous Pursuit

Pania did her best to listen while looking back and forth between the strangers. It was not easy to listen while the back of her skull felt like it was going to implode, but she managed it. Doing so was a skill she had gotten a lot of practice in. And oh good, this was something she'd get payed for. If she could help. She did notice Reina's brief odd behaviour, but made no comment on it. Everyone was weird here, including herself, so it was probably just a normal thing for this blue-furred catgirl.

Well, she hadn't expected anyone to knock on her door about something this serious. She decided to keep it short and simple. The shorter this conversation was the faster she could get back to trying to deal with this damn headache. "I have not dealt with many other... psychics, before." She was still getting used to the term everyone seemed to describe her and others like her. "But I know I can fight back against another's influence, or cut an unwanted link they try to make. I just don't know if I can do that for someone else. I don't think I could teach it either. I could try though." Pania shrugs ambivalently. She wouldn't even know how to teach the psychic stuff she has more experience with, let alone teach something she had barely ever done before. "And those I tried it against weren't anywhere near as strong as you are describing." Pania knew she herself was strong. But not that strong, and she lacked control. She had only recently began to discover how she could manipulate the minds of others, and that was incredibly mentally exhausting to do. So for dealing with someone to be able to control others with just a word... she might not be quite the right woman to come to.

One unfortunate thing about Pania's psionic nature is that she frequently unconsciously projected her feelings around here. And unfortunately, those current feelings were an immensely painful headache. Depending on Reina's and Magtok's own levels of personal psychic protection, they might begin to develop a rather nasty headache of their own the longer they stayed around Pania.

[Morty]

[Astrana's Office]

"According to her, you were already exhibiting some symptoms before you sparred. Like being distracted and lack of focus," Olvisin supplies. "You don't remember that?"

[Ironsmith]

[Astrana's Office]

"Yeah." Siana corroborates. "You sort of spaced out back in the office, so I filled out that application myself, remember? And once before then, a little after I came in, and then once a little after we started training, with the tire and then that last time after I f-... jumped off the net." She looks up at Reina inquisitively as she recites every instance she noticed. "Does that ring any bells?"

Even as much as she wants to help jog Reina's memory, she can't help but get a little excited when Reina calls her "intern". It... probably didn't mean everything she thought it meant, but it was certainly a good sign.

[Reinholdt]

[Astrana's Office]

Reina gently pats Siana, but slightly pulls away with a frown as she looks at each of them, ending on Olvisin. "Yeah, of course I remember that. There was the training fiasco with the net and then the thing with Astrana's circle and Siana losing control. Then I had a long talk with Dena and we decided to give Siana Merc's very first Provisional License. She went home, told Kyrie and Arthfael to some mixed reception. We ended doing that mission together to stop necromancers from getting their hands on bones and... anyways, point is that was a while ago."

The catgirl crosses her arms. "Not sure the reason in recreating this scene. Har, har, very funny?" Reina doesn't find this prank particularly amusing!

[Shadowcaller]

[Astrana's Office]

Astrana looks more than a little intruiged by this answer. This felt a lot like her wheelhouse.

"How long ago was this? I suddenly can't recall any of this it seems." She answers in a neutral tone. "But I do recall that you woke up shortly before Siana lost control and shouted a warning however. Do you remember that too? It might all seem a bit hazy."

[Halae]

[Hope for Babies]

"And I'll be doing the same. You're a warlock, beloved, but I used to be a government worker. I know how to get through legalese." Sophie leads Trick downstairs to Astrana's office and knocks on the door.

[Hope for Babies]

The door to Astrana's office is open so they can just step inside. Astrana herself is sitting behind her desk, smiling at them as they enter. She seems to have been expecting them. "You're here, excellent." She remarks with a smile as she gets up from her seat to give them both a handshake.

"Astrana Tyramera, occult specialist." She eyes Trick. "With a focus on animal yokai. What's your focus, miss? Since I heard from your wife that you're a warlock too."

[Hope for Babies]

"Souls, primarily," she leaves off the fact that dealing in soul magic has gotten her to interact with devils plenty of times... "I'm also a master alchemist. I can't say I'm terribly familiar with yokai," Trick will move to shake hands with Astrana, attempting to get a sense for the other warlock by feeling out her aura through their brief physical contact.

[Morty]

[Astrana's Office]

That's... odd. Reina is remembering events that didn't happen. But ones that might still happen. Olvisin has no idea what the leaders will do with Siana's application. She just listens for now, as this seems like like Astrana's wheelhouse.

[Hope for Babies]

Sophie takes a look around the office. There's a lot of spirits here... but dormant. Not really sentient, like the ones at GLoG. She shakes Astrana's hand, but lets her and Trick speak for now.

[Ironsmith]

[Astrana's Office]

The concept wasn't lost on Siana, either. Reina said she remembered Siana getting a Merc license... and a rather unique one, at that! It was possible she'd just been dreaming about something that wasn't going to happen, but all the same... Siana liked that version of events. She lets out a tiny squeel and hugs Reina a little tighter, barely able to contain her excitement. If nothing else, this meant Reina thought she had a chance!

[Reinholdt]

[Astrana's Office]

"I dunno... six weeks? Two months, something like that? We both know time is almost meaningless in the Nexus." That's why you gotta live in the moment! Which is why Reina starts reaching for the flask she keeps on her.

But is prevented from getting her morning booze by another hug. What? Really? Reina knew Siana was fond of her after everything, but still. The catgirl just raises an eyebrow and gently pats Siana's back in an embrace, providing the girl some warmth and love. "A warning? No. Maybe? Not really..." Reina kind of shrugs. "Just a sudden feeling of panic." The rest was, as Astrana suggests, pretty hazy.

[Lord Magtok]

A Malevolently Masterminded Machination

...Oh. She meant steal the powers from-yes, of course, that would make so much more sense than hiring her to rob the MagCave to get Wenomir off our back. It'd also explain why she was talking about charging a premium, because going after Prime for a real robbery would be waaaaaay more dangerous than invading the MagCave for a staged and harmless fake heist. Still, can you blame Magtok for assuming the cat would try to sell him on an excuse for her to come back to the MagCave? It wouldn't be the first time one of them had taken advantage of a crisis to rob him. Well, technically that was the other cat, but the line is incredibly blurry and it would be a lot safer if we stopped allowing ourselves to distinguish between the two. She's just as capable of stabbing you in the back and ushering in the apocalypse as any other cat, after all. A pretty face changes nothing.

"Well fortunately, you don't have to worry about resisting the real deal, the big bad turbobastard himself, Ms. Pania, just a recording. The first few failures will be a completely safe learning experience for everyone here. We can have a big ol' training montage, even!" Magtok beams, uncharacteristically cheery in the face of this sudden headache and that-

"Magtok Junior here"

-distasteful and rude thing Reina called him, shortly after her bizarre and unprovoked gasp and eyeball weirdness.

"We just need a soft, cushioned floor, some uplifting music about exceeding your old mental limitations, and everyone's favorite secretary standing ready to kneel on command," Magtok explains, temporarily rendering himself completely deaf for a moment so he can whisper that one word in Reina's ear. Swift, petty, juvenile revenge for using that less than flattering nickname. Maybe it wasn't juvenile enough, though? The ache in his skull, the ache he assumed was irritation at being called such a demeaning title? It doesn't seem to have faded even a little with the execution of that counterattack. Is being around Reina really that maddening? Are we developing anger management issues or suffering some sort of hormonal unbalance? Clones don't normally live this long; is it the warning signs of an approaching mental breakdown because individual Magtoks aren't meant to live forever? What if-

Magtok winces, and reaches a hand out to help Reina back up. Just calm down, Mags. It's not clone degradation; it's not roid rage, it's not Reina triggering some sort of psychopathic murder instinct. It's a headache. It's only a headache. Just take a deep breath and let it out. In, Two, Three, Out, Two, Three.

[Shadowcaller]

[Astrana's Office]

"A sudden feeling of panic? Have you ever felt something like that before or is this the first time?" Astrana prods. "Like when you passed out?"

[Ironsmith]

[Front Office]

"...translates roughly to 'boy', actually. In the most servile sense of the word." Gwas explains to one of the other people waiting in the front area of the office.

"That's kind of messed up, man. Who would name their kid that?"

"If it helps, it's more of a nickname. When I was a page, my master was a little... difficult. He took to calling me 'Gwas' for most of the reasons you might think. But over the years, we got to actually be close and it became a little more affectionate."

"I... guess that makes sense. Why not go by your real name the rest of the time, though?"

"It's a little complicated." Gwas shrugs. "...Ah. I think that's my man over there."

"Best of luck!"

[Deathkeeper]

Front Office

Krayger steps into the lobby looking inordinately pleased with himself. It’s not every day someone asks for him by name for something that isn’t ruining something’s day. He even got dressed up for the occasion with one of his white button-down shirts and slacks. A long wand made of wood hangs at his side. It’s not really useful for anything he’s likely to be asked about but it makes him look sophisticated.
He looks around, noting the person who stood up when he entered the room.
”You the one looking for a consultant?” he asks in his most professional tone. With that getup, he must be looking at some sort of business venture? Poor kid. Must have had some sort of nutrition problems growing up. Looks like his horns didn’t grow in right.

[Ironsmith]

[Front Office]

"One of many, I'm sure." Gwas smiles, his mouth peeling open just enough to let Krayger see his definitely-not-bovine fangs. He extends a blackened, calloused hand in greeting, fingers cupped stiffly over a veiny, fleshy palm. "I am called Gwas. You must be Krayger, right?"

[Deathkeeper]

Front Office

Hm. That might explain it. Blood doesn't have a lot of vitamin D. Not that Krayger would be in much place to criticise teeth, having a less-pointed but still omnivorous set himself.
"That would be me, yes. What's this enterprise you're looking for?" he asks. He'll follow Gwas out if he does leave. He has no reason to doubt this young man, vampire or not.

[Ironsmith]

[Front Office]

"I find myself in need of a trainer." Gwas elaborates. "I'm a new arrival to this... Nexus, and there are a lot of things I don't understand. I'm a little out of my depth." He starts toward the door with Krayger in tow. "Over the past several days, I've been made... very much aware of this. So here I am, seeking out an expert." He chuckles and slings his greatbow off his shoulder. "...I'm talking specifically about the, ah, martial aspect of things. By my reckoning, I'm about a millenium out of date."

[Deathkeeper]

Front Office

Krayger raises an eyebrow but continues nonetheless. It's not quite the intellectual pursuit he was hoping for but it's still acknowledging his experience.
"Well, if you're asking for combat tutoring. Ah. I assume you have better gear stashed? You can't fight in that." But the boy surely knew that from moving around in it.

[Morty]

[Astrana's Office]

"When did you wake up after passing out in the net again?" Olvisin asks, trying to sound off-handed about it. But it could help pinpoint the order of events in Reina's vision... something like that.

[Ironsmith]

Front Office

Krayger raises an eyebrow but continues nonetheless. It's not quite the intellectual pursuit he was hoping for but it's still acknowledging his experience.
"Well, if you're asking for combat tutoring. Ah. I assume you have better gear stashed? You can't fight in that." But the boy surely knew that from moving around in it.

[Front Office]

"It's... available, yes." Gwas replies evasively. Truth be told, he'd gotten a lot of nice clothes from Mallside, and almost nothing to work in aside from the tunic and trousers he arrived with. Which still hadn't been laundered. He wasn't in any hurry to change into them. Plus, stashing anything seemed kind of pointless while he was so unsure of where they'd end up. Would Krayger train him here at MERC? Or was there a better location for this? He had no idea.

[Astrana's Office]

"I dunno... six weeks? Two months, something like that? We both know time is almost meaningless in the Nexus." That's why you gotta live in the moment! Which is why Reina starts reaching for the flask she keeps on her.

But is prevented from getting her morning booze by another hug. What? Really? Reina knew Siana was fond of her after everything, but still. The catgirl just raises an eyebrow and gently pats Siana's back in an embrace, providing the girl some warmth and love. "A warning? No. Maybe? Not really..." Reina kind of shrugs. "Just a sudden feeling of panic." The rest was, as Astrana suggests, pretty hazy.

[Astrana's Office]

"A sudden feeling of panic? Have you ever felt something like that before or is this the first time?" Astrana prods. "Like when you passed out?"

[Astrana's Office]

"When did you wake up after passing out in the net again?" Olvisin asks, trying to sound off-handed about it. But it could help pinpoint the order of events in Reina's vision... something like that.

[Astrana's Office]

Siana, not seeing much point in further obfuscation, looks up from the hug and decides to elaborate. "See... none of the stuff you mentioned actually happened. Well, almost none. We did train, and I did go a little crazy, but... I don't have a license, which I can only assume means you didn't talk to Dena (whoever that is, someone important I bet), and I don't think there's been any necromancers involved?" She shrugs a little, deciding not to mention she didn't have any intention of bringing up her license to her uncle or brother if she did get it. "Between that, and that whole panic thing... I know this probably sounds crazy, but it's almost like you saw the future or something."

She is, after all, completely unaware of how much precedent there is for that conclusion in the Nexus. Compared to everyone else in the room, she was more or less born yesterday.

[Deathkeeper]

Front Office

Krayger nods.
"Okay. You wanna learn how to shoot? Or are you looking for modern tactics? We have a shooting range if that's what you want." Of course Gwas didn't bring a gun so he'd need to borrow one of Krayger's.

[Ironsmith]

[Front Office]

"I was hoping for something more comprehensive." Gwas replies. "I know how to aim a weapon and generally what to aim for. But where I'm from, most soldiers are armed with full steel plate mail and a zweihander. Tactically, that's very different from what we see here."

[Reinholdt]

[A Calamitously Conceived Calling]

Reina doesn't need an excuse to come back to the MagCave.
...
For the purposes of stealing! Purloining his valuables! Nothing else!

For the most part she was just listening to the exchange though, trying to judge whether Pania would be enough or if she should fetch Cantata. But Magtok seems to think it would be ok with a montage and a secretary to-wait what?
"NYAAA~!"
For the second time today Reina stumbles to the ground, feeling her knees give out as she ends up on all fours again, her tail flicking her secretarial skirt too high and shows off much more than she would have liked. Definitely more than is professional.

Her eyes narrow in anger and she slaps Magtok's hand away as she rises to her feet, cheeks red. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and turns away, chin held proudly high as if that wasn't an embarrassing display. Strike two cyborg! Reina refuses to even say anything, let alone acknowledge her growing headache brought on by being in the same room with this monstrous, perverted machine.

[Astrana's Office]

Reina can't help but laugh a little at Astrana's question. "Oh I've definitely felt panic before. Like when Leah crushed her hand punching a rock. Or when Sarah found her way to the top of that tree and took the fast way back down. Or when Rachel nearly drowned in the lake. Or the many, many times Rebekah set the house on fire. Won't even start on Toby." There's a reason Reina drinks! "But no, when I passed out I just felt... distracted I guess. I didn't even know I passed out until now. Err... then... whenever. I received a concussion in a mission a few days before that so I guess I just overdid it."

Why rest when you can run?

Reina looks at Olvisin and thinks for a moment before shrugging. "Last time I was in this office, whenever that was I guess." The catgirl looks around to see if Astrana has one of those really cool calendars made of skin or something equally creepy.

She ends up looking down at Siana with general disbelief. And patting the girl on the head because she's clearly trying very hard to carry this through. "Nice try, but I'm just a cat with a bad history. I can't 'see' the future, but I can see when someone's trying to pull a fast one." Granted, even a prank can't explain why Reina knew about Arthfael and Kyrie. Siana's never mentioned them. And Reina definitely wouldn't have known how they'd react, even in a hypothetical situation.

[Shadowcaller]

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[Hope for Babies]

"Souls, primarily," she leaves off the fact that dealing in soul magic has gotten her to interact with devils plenty of times... "I'm also a master alchemist. I can't say I'm terribly familiar with yokai," Trick will move to shake hands with Astrana, attempting to get a sense for the other warlock by feeling out her aura through their brief physical contact.

[Hope for Babies]

Sophie takes a look around the office. There's a lot of spirits here... but dormant. Not really sentient, like the ones at GLoG. She shakes Astrana's hand, but lets her and Trick speak for now.

[Astrana's Office]

"When did you wake up after passing out in the net again?" Olvisin asks, trying to sound off-handed about it. But it could help pinpoint the order of events in Reina's vision... something like that.

[Astrana's Office]

Siana, not seeing much point in further obfuscation, looks up from the hug and decides to elaborate. "See... none of the stuff you mentioned actually happened. Well, almost none. We did train, and I did go a little crazy, but... I don't have a license, which I can only assume means you didn't talk to Dena (whoever that is, someone important I bet), and I don't think there's been any necromancers involved?" She shrugs a little, deciding not to mention she didn't have any intention of bringing up her license to her uncle or brother if she did get it. "Between that, and that whole panic thing... I know this probably sounds crazy, but it's almost like you saw the future or something."

She is, after all, completely unaware of how much precedent there is for that conclusion in the Nexus. Compared to everyone else in the room, she was more or less born yesterday.

[Astrana's Office]

Reina can't help but laugh a little at Astrana's question. "Oh I've definitely felt panic before. Like when Leah crushed her hand punching a rock. Or when Sarah found her way to the top of that tree and took the fast way back down. Or when Rachel nearly drowned in the lake. Or the many, many times Rebekah set the house on fire. Won't even start on Toby." There's a reason Reina drinks! "But no, when I passed out I just felt... distracted I guess. I didn't even know I passed out until now. Err... then... whenever. I received a concussion in a mission a few days before that so I guess I just overdid it."

Why rest when you can run?

Reina looks at Olvisin and thinks for a moment before shrugging. "Last time I was in this office, whenever that was I guess." The catgirl looks around to see if Astrana has one of those really cool calendars made of skin or something equally creepy.

She ends up looking down at Siana with general disbelief. And patting the girl on the head because she's clearly trying very hard to carry this through. "Nice try, but I'm just a cat with a bad history. I can't 'see' the future, but I can see when someone's trying to pull a fast one." Granted, even a prank can't explain why Reina knew about Arthfael and Kyrie. Siana's never mentioned them. And Reina definitely wouldn't have known how they'd react, even in a hypothetical situation.

[Hope for Babies]

Trick can tell that Astrana don't have any 'natural' spellcasting ability. Not in the usual sense at least. She needs longer rituals or magical items to cast spells, she can't directly channel it.

There is also no kind of enchantments on her person either. Rather unmagical for a warlock really but her office is another thing entierly as most of the items here that aren't directly on the desk (or otherwise within direct reach of customers) are magical in some way.

"Yokai are spirits that have become self-aware enough to be able to influence the world around them. A great deal of them can take the form of animals which is the kind I've specialized in." Astrana explains as she sits back again. "Which is fortunate for you as animal spirits are often associated with fertility. It's one of the essential parts of life after all, to reproduce. I have five daughters myself and while they can be a handful I love them more than anything else."

She looks between Sophie and Trick. "But enough about me, I like to hear your preferences here. I realize that not everyone is comfortable with the unusual methods I employ which I completely understand. We all want to gurantee that our children are as healthy as possible with little to no unknown factors."

Astrana nods as to indicate that they're all still on the same page. "So I'm going to go through what I usually offer to prospective parents and then I like to hear what your thoughts regarding that are, alright?"

The warlock waits a moment for some notion of agreement, be it a nod or a 'mm', before continuing. "So the standard method is to let a spirit lead one of the parents during the sexual act which will lead to the other one carry their child which will develop, assuming the parent is capable of pregnancy, like any child would for their species. It's a bit more complex than that once you get down to the details but that's the basics of it."

Astrana looks to Trick. "Seeing you are a warlock to I'm sure you have a lot of questions so let me clarify one thing first. 'Guided' is a form of possession, yes. But it's not the dramatic kind you usually see in fiction. It's more like a guiding voice in your head that lends you doing things you wouldn't otherwise be able to, but only if you want. It doesn't in any way remove the autonomy to any part of your body or person, nor does it let the spirit take part in thoughts or secrets that you don't want it to have. Which is another advantage of animal yokai, they are generally not interested in things we see as valuable in society. Like any of the information you'd prefer to keep to yourself."

She holds out her palms. "So, thoughts and questions?"

[Astrana's Office]

There is a calendar in the office behind Astrana's desk but it might be difficult to see from inside the circle. However, Astrana pulls out her smartphone and shows Reina its calendar which would tell her exactly what day it is.

She appears to be in the past somehow.

"I'm not sure certain the experiences you describe is the future, Reina. But you are certainly experiencing things that are likely to occur by the sound of it. I'm going to guess this is new to you, which is why I asked if you had a similar experience before. If not though, do you have any idea what might have triggered it? Any sort of thing that happened to you before you started having these... experiences?" Astrana's eyebrows raises.

"Likely mind or 'soul' related. Anything that reached inside you somehow?"

[Morty]

[Astrana's Office]

Hmm. Seeing visions of possible futures... Olvisin has heard of something about this before.

"The Trousers of Time." She pauses, realizing what she just said. "It's like... sometimes when things can happen one way or another, they go down one leg of those trousers. And sometimes you can see what might happen, but not if things go the other way. Or what might have happened... you get the idea." More likely they think she's talking nonsense. "I met a soothsayer once who explained it to me." Could be he was just a guy who ate the kind of mushrooms even goblins know well enough to steer clear of.