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nerdherdchuck) wrote2007-12-30 11:24 pm
nerdherdchuck) wrote2007-12-30 11:24 pm
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TM #210 - Crystal Ball
If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about any one thing you wished ~ concerning yourself, your life, the future, or anything else ~ what would you want to know?
"Morgan, this is stupid," Chuck said to his friend and they both stood outside the fortune teller's tent at the Renaissance Faire. "Why would I go see a fortune teller?"
Morgan shrugged. "I dunno. Dude...come on. She says she can answer any question, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, you have to have some burning questions, right?"
Chuck glared at him. More than you'll probably ever know, he thought to himself. Instead he replied, "It'll probably be a waste of money, but if I go in, so do you. Deal?"
"Deal, bro."
The fortune teller was dressed in a rather over the top gypsy outfit. She wore brightly colored sashes around her waist, a white puffy blouse and massive golden hoop earrings.
"Oh you wish to know your future?," began the fortune teller in a raspy voice, "Ask anything of Madame Estacia and I shall gaze into your future...for a little fee."
He looked at Morgan who took out his wallet.
"Ah, both of you then?"
Chuck and Morgan nodded and both of them paid the fortune teller.
"I'll go first," Morgan offered. He cleared his throat and then asked, "So...me and Anna...does that work out?"
Madame Estacia wildly waved her arms around the crystal ball. Purple smoke filled the inside and danced about the glass. A moment later, she spoke in a voice that attempted to sound like she was channeling a spirit. "I'm seeing a trial," the gypsy began. "This Anna tests you much and will continue to do so. To keep this woman, you will have to prove yourself several times."
The smoke cleared and then she eagerly glanced at Chuck. Morgan tried to hide his disappointment as he asked, "So...is that it?"
The gypsy nodded.
Chuck leaned forward and whispered to his friend, "I hate to break it to you but I could have told you that."
Morgan nodded sadly. He threw up his hands and said, "Dude, your turn. Maybe, you know, you'll get a better answer."
"Your question?" Madame Estacia asked as she pointed to Chuck.
Well, I'd have a bunch, Chuck thought to himself. But first of all, you're likely a fraud and second of all, most of the questions I have are sorta classified stuff. So...in that case...
"All right," he said, "I have one."
Morgan leaned forward with interest as Chuck continued, "My sister Ellie...she sorta is...um...I guess in a way disappointed in me. Do I ever get to prove to her I'm not just her screw up little brother?"
Morgan shook his head. "Dude, that's harsh. Very harsh."
The purple smoke danced in the glass once again. "Hmm," began the fortune teller, "I see you have done something she would be proud of."
Chuck's eyes went a bit wide. "R-really?" He was nervous now...what would she bring up?
"You faced your past a bit and you reached out to her when she needed someone the most. She had a dark time recently and you helped her through it. She is proud of you, even if she doesn't show it. And someday, she will." With that, the fortune teller nodded and the crystal ball was clear once more. "Well, I hope my words were of use to you. Fare thee well."
"Yeah, uh thank you," Chuck replied softly as he turned towards the exit. "C'mon, Morgan."
Once the two were out of earshot of the fortune teller, Morgan growled. "Well, that was a total waste of money."
"What did I tell you?"
"Well, at least you she had something more, you know, like she tried. Helping Ellie through a dark time? Something like that. What's that about?"
Chuck paused, considering his words carefully. "Probably was talking about when Ellie was poisoned and I was by her bedside at the hospital."
Morgan nodded, "That makes total sense." He sighed and then added, "Still a waste of money."
Chuck shrugged. "Oh well. Besides, we can't let that ruin our day. C'mon, the joust starts up in a few minutes. Let's try to get some decent seats."
In his best British accent, Morgan cried out, "For the honor of the kingdom, we knights shall duel those who insult our beloved king!"
Chuck grinned and cried out, "Huzzah!" Then he began to dash off. "Follow me, noble squire!"
Morgan grinned and followed. There still was plenty of the Faire left to enjoy.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 727
"Morgan, this is stupid," Chuck said to his friend and they both stood outside the fortune teller's tent at the Renaissance Faire. "Why would I go see a fortune teller?"
Morgan shrugged. "I dunno. Dude...come on. She says she can answer any question, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, you have to have some burning questions, right?"
Chuck glared at him. More than you'll probably ever know, he thought to himself. Instead he replied, "It'll probably be a waste of money, but if I go in, so do you. Deal?"
"Deal, bro."
The fortune teller was dressed in a rather over the top gypsy outfit. She wore brightly colored sashes around her waist, a white puffy blouse and massive golden hoop earrings.
"Oh you wish to know your future?," began the fortune teller in a raspy voice, "Ask anything of Madame Estacia and I shall gaze into your future...for a little fee."
He looked at Morgan who took out his wallet.
"Ah, both of you then?"
Chuck and Morgan nodded and both of them paid the fortune teller.
"I'll go first," Morgan offered. He cleared his throat and then asked, "So...me and Anna...does that work out?"
Madame Estacia wildly waved her arms around the crystal ball. Purple smoke filled the inside and danced about the glass. A moment later, she spoke in a voice that attempted to sound like she was channeling a spirit. "I'm seeing a trial," the gypsy began. "This Anna tests you much and will continue to do so. To keep this woman, you will have to prove yourself several times."
The smoke cleared and then she eagerly glanced at Chuck. Morgan tried to hide his disappointment as he asked, "So...is that it?"
The gypsy nodded.
Chuck leaned forward and whispered to his friend, "I hate to break it to you but I could have told you that."
Morgan nodded sadly. He threw up his hands and said, "Dude, your turn. Maybe, you know, you'll get a better answer."
"Your question?" Madame Estacia asked as she pointed to Chuck.
Well, I'd have a bunch, Chuck thought to himself. But first of all, you're likely a fraud and second of all, most of the questions I have are sorta classified stuff. So...in that case...
"All right," he said, "I have one."
Morgan leaned forward with interest as Chuck continued, "My sister Ellie...she sorta is...um...I guess in a way disappointed in me. Do I ever get to prove to her I'm not just her screw up little brother?"
Morgan shook his head. "Dude, that's harsh. Very harsh."
The purple smoke danced in the glass once again. "Hmm," began the fortune teller, "I see you have done something she would be proud of."
Chuck's eyes went a bit wide. "R-really?" He was nervous now...what would she bring up?
"You faced your past a bit and you reached out to her when she needed someone the most. She had a dark time recently and you helped her through it. She is proud of you, even if she doesn't show it. And someday, she will." With that, the fortune teller nodded and the crystal ball was clear once more. "Well, I hope my words were of use to you. Fare thee well."
"Yeah, uh thank you," Chuck replied softly as he turned towards the exit. "C'mon, Morgan."
Once the two were out of earshot of the fortune teller, Morgan growled. "Well, that was a total waste of money."
"What did I tell you?"
"Well, at least you she had something more, you know, like she tried. Helping Ellie through a dark time? Something like that. What's that about?"
Chuck paused, considering his words carefully. "Probably was talking about when Ellie was poisoned and I was by her bedside at the hospital."
Morgan nodded, "That makes total sense." He sighed and then added, "Still a waste of money."
Chuck shrugged. "Oh well. Besides, we can't let that ruin our day. C'mon, the joust starts up in a few minutes. Let's try to get some decent seats."
In his best British accent, Morgan cried out, "For the honor of the kingdom, we knights shall duel those who insult our beloved king!"
Chuck grinned and cried out, "Huzzah!" Then he began to dash off. "Follow me, noble squire!"
Morgan grinned and followed. There still was plenty of the Faire left to enjoy.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 727