Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Xander]

Annoyance flooded Xander's being. Not at Cruz but at the manipulation of conversation that had been started. He disliked being in the presence of other players of the same game and the redirection bothered him. But outwardly nothing changed. He smiled and pretended that nothing bothered him. Instead he leaned his elbow on the bar and feigned interest in the revealed trinket. Black metal brushed with gold. Nothing particularly screamed wealthy. It spoke to mystery and darkness. Xander was tempted to open his sense to the patterns floating around his three new acquaintances. But he didn't. He didn't want to see more than he already had. So many people here, so many of them special. And all of them these channelers who could do things with the powers of god knows what. The Ascendancy's display had been spectacular. Those he'd seen since were minor in comparison, but even a fraction of that power if harnessed could be devastating. And Xander could pin point each one in a crowd. That had to be worth something to someone... Another thought drifting through his head. It wasn't for now, maybe later.

For now Xander played Z. And Z was curious about the coin as a proper lesser soul might be among the rich and famous. Z moved closer to Seven to look around him at the object placing his hand at the small of the other man's back. Both a reminder he was still there, and to steady himself as he peired at the not so old coin. The mystery did intrigue him, why leave a coin like this to be found. Unless you wanted to use it for some other purpose. Z smiled and chuckled to himself. "Let's not hope we aren't looking at some new fangled glitter bomb prank that's about to go off in our faces."