01-14-2024, 11:27 PM
The chaos of the auras was everywhere and Xander found himself wandering the estate to adjust his eyes to the onslaught. He found himself standing next to a man in white with such a chaotic aura that he wasn't sure he had escaped or found himself in the middle of an unfathomable storm. The jagged edges were jarring, the colors muddy and he couldn't pick any one color that signified anything. He was special on top of the storm within the aura. Images cascaded around him and Xander couldn't really catch many. He saw family, that he was an American by birth. Seemed to be more of them than Xander liked. Not that he expected to find anyone he knew. A cross spun on its axis, round and round it went, it didn't know where it wanted to land. Whatever was going on here, Xander wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of it -- except for one thing, this man was a healer. There was no doubt in Xander's mind that the predominate image he saw was symbolic of laying on hands.
The art they stood in front mocked Xander's eyes. Not only was he see chaos no one else saw, he now stood in front of the same chaotic unicorn vomit that he was trying to get away from. But he smiled and Kristian came out of his mouth smooth and suave and not at all sounding like he was about to throw up from the visual cacophony he saw.
"Calls to your soul doesn't it?" Xander said with a little German accent hinted at. Kristian's voice didn't normally inflect with his faked German roots, but a little nerves were a good thing when meeting those who choose to be alone. It made the mark more comfortable.
Kristian was an antiquities dealer he knew his art. And he spoke to the man about what he saw, and felt and the technique used. He didn't say it looked like unicorn vomit despite his feelings and he never once winced as he looked at the man. "Kristian Osterhagen, I deal in antiquities if you hadn't guessed that yet."
The art they stood in front mocked Xander's eyes. Not only was he see chaos no one else saw, he now stood in front of the same chaotic unicorn vomit that he was trying to get away from. But he smiled and Kristian came out of his mouth smooth and suave and not at all sounding like he was about to throw up from the visual cacophony he saw.
"Calls to your soul doesn't it?" Xander said with a little German accent hinted at. Kristian's voice didn't normally inflect with his faked German roots, but a little nerves were a good thing when meeting those who choose to be alone. It made the mark more comfortable.
Kristian was an antiquities dealer he knew his art. And he spoke to the man about what he saw, and felt and the technique used. He didn't say it looked like unicorn vomit despite his feelings and he never once winced as he looked at the man. "Kristian Osterhagen, I deal in antiquities if you hadn't guessed that yet."