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"Hey Bucky, what are you foreseeing?" Seemed to her that Cassandra was being peeved at whatever Bucky was saying. Sounded like drama.
"Marco in tights," she replied with a serious face.
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Marco looked at Bucky, "Purple? What??? Me? Purple? Must be a false image. I would never be seen in a leotard, let alone a purple one."
Celestina tried not to laugh and so she pressed her lips tightly together while she contained her mirth. Happy with having won she dared speak again. "Personally, I think you have very nice legs." And so she turned to the crystal sphere once more, trying to concentrate once more.
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She turned to Bucky and gave her an 'oh, really' look. "I'm having a tough day Bucks, lay off." She said.
Celestina shrugged and rubbed her sphere with both hands. People were so uptight Bucky could predict their future without the use of scrying.
Dead. Alone. And Old. In a lousy armchair. From heart damage. "Anyone I need to knock unconcious with old Betsy here?"
And Bucky shook the crystal ball for emphasis.