Moscow had proven to be the crown jewel of the CCD. The home of the Ascendancy and prosperity. The rich walked everywhere. Their cars led the way down every street. Sometimes Xander was sure even their dogs shit gold. It was such a strange place when he first arrived. But really it wasn't that much different from home. Sure the English accents were slightly more slavic, but that was an easy impersonation to make. Right now Alexis was just a Frenchman looking for his next biggest investment. He was checking out all the hot spots, local cuisine and mom and pop stores looking for those big buy outs. And in those places Xander could see images of everyone. And the more he learned about Moscovians the more he saw their strange encounters.
This was the another home of the fucking snakes. Their death auras were everywhere Xander looked. And those people who were out of a home from the Baccarrat mansion burning - all had their death auras. Xander almost left but then the Ascendancy did something miraculous. He changed a building into a giant monument. He'd watched on TV and swore one day he'd find himself face to face with the most powerful man on the planet. He wanted to see what he could see. He was sure it would be death and destruction, but it could be fame and wealth too. For Xander of course.
As with every other day Xander was wearing the perfectly tailored suit down the middle of the park he walked daily. It was usually quiet. But today a crowd had gathered and a woman spewed gibberish. He remembered another woman who spewed gibberish much the same as her, but the words were different. The accent too. But it didn't matter, not really. Xander stopped and watch as she hurled fire.
Her aura was predominately gold and green which meant she truly believed in what she was doing - whatever vein of the occult she delved into. She was special, many images floated around her. She had a strong familial tie that was the strongest of the images. Everything else was harder to make out and determine what they meant. And at the edge of the crowd the definition was shallow, if he wanted to see better he'd have to get closer.
But she called out to another man - called out by name. An interesting trick, Xander thought. The man seemed amused at the very least. He too was special, the images around him shifted and rearranged themselves with each step. His aura was a wash of reds and black. He was a thriving energetic man, but something had harmed him and he'd never forgive whatever it was. Xander saw a territorial dispute, but he wasn't sure if it was new or old. That was the problem with his sight, he never knew exactly what it meant unless it was a death. A death was a death and it was final. If he saw it, it happened.
Xander sighed as the display went on. He glanced around the rest of the crowd and picked out a few with silver auras. Those were usually low hanging fruit. As he scanned through one man was silver in color but it was dying into the black depths of the man in front of the crowd. Depression and foolishness was in his future. And he had **that** aura. The death order around him. The snake was broken, but it was still there, and it didn't look weaker for being broken. How you broke a snake Xander didn't know, and he didn't care. He made his way to the very far side of the crowd away from rich and snakey. He wasn't about to get caught up in his aura. No - stay the fuck away from them.
Unfortunately that meant getting closer to the girl up front. But there were fates worse than death.
This was the another home of the fucking snakes. Their death auras were everywhere Xander looked. And those people who were out of a home from the Baccarrat mansion burning - all had their death auras. Xander almost left but then the Ascendancy did something miraculous. He changed a building into a giant monument. He'd watched on TV and swore one day he'd find himself face to face with the most powerful man on the planet. He wanted to see what he could see. He was sure it would be death and destruction, but it could be fame and wealth too. For Xander of course.
As with every other day Xander was wearing the perfectly tailored suit down the middle of the park he walked daily. It was usually quiet. But today a crowd had gathered and a woman spewed gibberish. He remembered another woman who spewed gibberish much the same as her, but the words were different. The accent too. But it didn't matter, not really. Xander stopped and watch as she hurled fire.
Her aura was predominately gold and green which meant she truly believed in what she was doing - whatever vein of the occult she delved into. She was special, many images floated around her. She had a strong familial tie that was the strongest of the images. Everything else was harder to make out and determine what they meant. And at the edge of the crowd the definition was shallow, if he wanted to see better he'd have to get closer.
But she called out to another man - called out by name. An interesting trick, Xander thought. The man seemed amused at the very least. He too was special, the images around him shifted and rearranged themselves with each step. His aura was a wash of reds and black. He was a thriving energetic man, but something had harmed him and he'd never forgive whatever it was. Xander saw a territorial dispute, but he wasn't sure if it was new or old. That was the problem with his sight, he never knew exactly what it meant unless it was a death. A death was a death and it was final. If he saw it, it happened.
Xander sighed as the display went on. He glanced around the rest of the crowd and picked out a few with silver auras. Those were usually low hanging fruit. As he scanned through one man was silver in color but it was dying into the black depths of the man in front of the crowd. Depression and foolishness was in his future. And he had **that** aura. The death order around him. The snake was broken, but it was still there, and it didn't look weaker for being broken. How you broke a snake Xander didn't know, and he didn't care. He made his way to the very far side of the crowd away from rich and snakey. He wasn't about to get caught up in his aura. No - stay the fuck away from them.
Unfortunately that meant getting closer to the girl up front. But there were fates worse than death.