[ ishmael's fascinated with the disc mona brings out, reminding her of a certain E.G.O gift in the mirror dungeons that she and the others would come across every now and then. she narrows her eyes, trying to puzzle out how the great astrologist herself is going to do her magic --

only to frown when she makes her prediction. ]

Huh? Did you even try? You're just saying that to let my guard down, aren't you?

[ wtf....... ]

That's it. Let's wrap this up and prove you wrong there. Whose turn is it anyway?