Help? Now that was a novel idea. He'd never actually helped anyone. No one he'd ever saw really needed help -- or maybe it was that Xander never really looked at it that way. But there was no money in helping anyone but himself. But for the benefit of the con he'd play the game. Sure, let's find someone to help.
Xander looked around. He saw many things on many people. The auras of everyone mingling with everyone else's. The unicorn vomit was pretensions at best and he wondered if these people even knew what they looked like to him -- not that they even cared with all their money and riches. He tried not to scoff -- it wasn't like he looked any different, but he never had to look at himself. Thank the fucking heavens.
But as he looked through the auras and images he caught, he looked for something different. Jensen was a healer -- he likely wanted to heal someone, but unless that person was on death's door Xander wasn't sure he'd actually be able to tell anything of that nature. Cancer patients sometimes had a death aura about them, but with the cure so readily available only the poor smucks who couldn't afford it were ever seen to die from the disease. None of these smucks -- a different kind of smuck he smiled to himself before rolling his eyes.
His eyes fell on one individual, he stood beside a woman in an elegant dress. She was part of this world yet different -- the air about her told a different story. But it was the man who she stood with. The images around him were the usual kinds with the wreath of flowers about his head, plants growing here and there and everywhere. If the guy was some gardener he wouldn't be surprised. He didn't belong here whatever he looked like in the cream colored suit and matching mask. But none of that is what drew his attention. No it was the big gaping hole in his aura like something was rudely yanked from him. Xander was afraid to stare too hard at the abyss for fear of what might pop out of the orifice that only he could see.
Xander didn't smile as he took Jensen's elbow, maybe not so gently as before. "Him. He has a huge gaping hole in his aura." Kristian's voice cracked with the guttural German of his ancestry. How easy it was to stay in character even when he'd forgotten it himself. Years of practice Xander was grateful for.
Kristian smiled at the woman and nodded at the gardener. "Your dress is absolutely gorgeous, a piece of fine art if you ask me. And so is your escort. My name is Kristian Osterhagen. My friend here is Jensen James. Tell me who is the designer. I might have to commission something as fine."
Xander looked around. He saw many things on many people. The auras of everyone mingling with everyone else's. The unicorn vomit was pretensions at best and he wondered if these people even knew what they looked like to him -- not that they even cared with all their money and riches. He tried not to scoff -- it wasn't like he looked any different, but he never had to look at himself. Thank the fucking heavens.
But as he looked through the auras and images he caught, he looked for something different. Jensen was a healer -- he likely wanted to heal someone, but unless that person was on death's door Xander wasn't sure he'd actually be able to tell anything of that nature. Cancer patients sometimes had a death aura about them, but with the cure so readily available only the poor smucks who couldn't afford it were ever seen to die from the disease. None of these smucks -- a different kind of smuck he smiled to himself before rolling his eyes.
His eyes fell on one individual, he stood beside a woman in an elegant dress. She was part of this world yet different -- the air about her told a different story. But it was the man who she stood with. The images around him were the usual kinds with the wreath of flowers about his head, plants growing here and there and everywhere. If the guy was some gardener he wouldn't be surprised. He didn't belong here whatever he looked like in the cream colored suit and matching mask. But none of that is what drew his attention. No it was the big gaping hole in his aura like something was rudely yanked from him. Xander was afraid to stare too hard at the abyss for fear of what might pop out of the orifice that only he could see.
Xander didn't smile as he took Jensen's elbow, maybe not so gently as before. "Him. He has a huge gaping hole in his aura." Kristian's voice cracked with the guttural German of his ancestry. How easy it was to stay in character even when he'd forgotten it himself. Years of practice Xander was grateful for.
Kristian smiled at the woman and nodded at the gardener. "Your dress is absolutely gorgeous, a piece of fine art if you ask me. And so is your escort. My name is Kristian Osterhagen. My friend here is Jensen James. Tell me who is the designer. I might have to commission something as fine."