After listening to a short loop of the rather repetitive music, the fortune teller shifts to stare directly at Will with bloodied, vacant eyes. It takes him in before its jaw unhinges, clearly a result of a broken mechanism that would usually make the mouth move. A mechanical voice delivers his fortune:
For one who is so full of himself, you will never meet your full potential. Experience it for a time, but once it lapses, you will never see it again.
After his fortune, for three days, Will will find himself subtly better at just about everything. Smarter, stronger, faster; even his senses are heightened.
It wears off abruptly, as if on a very strict timer. Whatever he was doing, he will immediately lose that slight edge (mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-bite), and with the loss comes craving for more. There will of course be no more, as the fortune teller indicated - but the desperate longing to feel that way again persists for four days and slowly fades throughout that time.
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After his fortune, for three days, Will will find himself subtly better at just about everything. Smarter, stronger, faster; even his senses are heightened.
It wears off abruptly, as if on a very strict timer. Whatever he was doing, he will immediately lose that slight edge (mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-bite), and with the loss comes craving for more. There will of course be no more, as the fortune teller indicated - but the desperate longing to feel that way again persists for four days and slowly fades throughout that time.