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The Fool's Gold A Genuinely Clueless Watson
Sultan sat in the back of Sullivan's luxurious car, the cityscape blurring past the tinted windows. Sullivan's driver navigated the bustling streets with ease, heading toward a quiet, upscale district. The invitation to discuss a potential collaboration had come as a surprise, but Sultan still took it in, determined to make the most of it.Sullivan sat beside Sultan, his expression calm and composed. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice, Young Master Watson.""It's an honor, Sullivan. Please call me Emmett," he replied, trying to match Sullivan's poise.Also, Sullivan didn't look much older than him, and same time, didn't seem younger than him so, Sultan wanted them to address themselves as peers.Sullivan nodded. "Emmett it is, then. Let's get straight to the point. I've been following the work of the Watsons, and I'm impressed with their innovative approach. I believe a partnership between our companies could be mutually beneficial."Sultan raised an eyebrow
The Fool's Gold The Real Joe Armstrong (1)
Sultan rushed into the Watson estate, his mind fixated on the tarot card like a man possessed. One day of neglect had almost sent everything haywire. The card was probably rolling its eyes at him, if it had one thinking, this guy is really perfect for the fool role!As Sultan hurried inside, Mr. and Mrs. Watson called out to him from the waiting room, their voices filled with concern. “Emmett! Emmett!” they chimed, like a pair of anxious parents wondering if their child had finally gone off the deep end, seeing him sprint like that.Sultan waved his hand dismissively, not stopping as he hastened to his room, clearly on a mission to hug his luck!Once inside, Sultan immediately spotted the tarot card next to a strange file on his bed, like a beacon of hope in a sea of chaos. He peered at the file. The heading on the file read 'Joe Armstrong.' He sighed with relief, grateful that Lugard had come through with the goods. The guy was just so efficient in his work.“Good job, Lugard,” he
The Fool's Gold I Am Joe Armstrong
In the midst of a haunted, abandoned industrial site, the eerie silence was broken only by the faint hum of a single dim light struggling to pierce through the darkness.The shadows loomed large, casting unsettling figures on the rusted walls.Amidst this oppressive gloom, three men could be seen. One sat regally on a throne-like chair, shrouded in darkness and mystery, a mask obscuring his face.Another stood before him, head bowed in submission, while the third man loomed behind the seated figure, silent and watchful.The masked man spoke, his voice a low, commanding rumble, "So, Matthew, you are going to be my guise. You have already sealed the deal to work with me, so you know that you do not belong to yourself. As long as you work with me, you belong to me."The man standing in front, eyes fixed on the ground, responded with unwavering devotion, "Forever, Lord, I work for you, and I am for you. As long as we work together."The masked figure leaned forward slightly, a hint of sat
The Fool's Gold WE ARE THE FOOL (1)
Reaching into his pocket, he brought out the tarot card, the Fool card that had been his constant companion in these strange times.With a deep breath, he tossed the tarot card into the air. It spun gracefully, catching the light, and then, as usual, it transformed into a swirling vortex. The vortex expanded, pulling at the air around it, and Sultan felt its familiar tug. He didn't resist. The vortex enveloped him, and he was sucked into its depths, the world around him blurring and fading away.“Uhh,” Sultan sighed as he stood in the Major Arcana World, the surreal landscape stretching out before him. He found himself in a familiar place, with a shimmering pool of water right in front of him, its surface reflecting the shifting colors of the sky. It was the Major Arcana Pool.Yeah, this is Major Arcana, a place that defies all logic.Beside him was a cloud like garden, an ethereal grove filled with floating, wispy plants that moved as if alive. Sultan grabbed the tarot card from
The Fool's Gold Lin & Lugard (1)
A figure sat at the desk in the study, flipping through a book with a calm demeanor. Lugard stood by the window, his expression unreadable. "Lugard," the figure began, not looking up from his book, "do you think Sultan Armstrong suspects anything?" Lugard turned from the window, his face grim. "He’s been suspicious for a while now. The file I left for him is a catalyst. He’s going to have questions when he returns and sees it." The figure nodded, finally closing the book and setting it aside. "It is necessary. He needs to see the information for himself. It’s the only way to push him in the right direction." Lugard crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "But you know how volatile he can be. If he thinks I'm trying to deceive him, it could backfire and it might affect you, us all." The figure leaned back in the chair, his fingers steepled. "That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Sultan needs to understand the gravity of the situation. And if he doesn’t trust this process, we’re all in
The Fool's Gold WE ARE THE FOOL (2) - A Replacement
Sultan stood, stunned, as the eerie reflection in the water faded away. His heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the mantra still ringing in his ears. The surreal encounter left him disoriented, and he barely registered the presence behind him until he turned around.There, standing with an air of ancient wisdom and foreboding power, was the Hermit. Sultan’s initial shock melted into relief."Oh my God, I am so happy you are here," Sultan exclaimed, taking a step forward. But before he could say more, the Hermit raised his hand, and a cloud of dust swirled up, enveloping Sultan’s face."What the—" Sultan sputtered, coughing as the dust settled on his skin. Suddenly, the dust transformed into a swarm of insects, buzzing and writhing in the air around him. Sultan’s eyes widened in horror as the swarm split into two, flowing past him on either side.As the insects parted, Sultan noticed a dark mist in the distance, swirling menacingly. The Hermit's face was a visage of bone and sa
The Fool's Gold A Ritual Of Transformation (1)
The Hermit sighed, his ancient face etched with weariness, as if the weight of centuries rested upon his shoulders. "The original Fool has nothing to do with you, the Fool," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mystification. Sultan was about to speak up again, his curiosity heightening over his frustration, when suddenly the darkness began to writhe and twist, coalescing into shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. He noticed it!The shadows morphed from amorphous shapes into defined beings of light, their forms dancing across the air like ethereal specters. Sultan's breath caught in his throat as the atmosphere grew thick with an otherworldly energy, the hum of the forming entities vibrating through every molecule. "What is that?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the mesmerizing din, his eyes wide with wonder and a hint of trepidation.Sultan's gaze darted frantically around him as the figures emerged from the shadows, their presence seeming to draw t
The Fool's Gold A Ritual Of Transformation (2)
"It's not me, Sultan. It's the universe. And it's already in motion." A figure emerged from the radiant haze, its presence commanding attention. Though still veiled in light, its features seemed more defined, more pronounced than the others. With an deliberate stride, it approached Sultan, its smoky hands outstretched towards him. Sultan felt an irresistible tug, as if an unseen force was drawing him back to the center of the circle. He attempted to resist, but the pull was too potent, too overwhelming. His body began to move of its own accord, his feet sliding across the ground as if pulled by an invisible thread. The figure's hands reached out further, their misty fingers beckoning him to do as made to. Without warning, Sultan felt the weight of invisible chains crashing down upon him, their ethereal links wrapping around his limbs like a vice. The sudden restraint sent him tumbling to his knees, his body straining against the unseen bonds as panic erupted within him.
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