Da Capo (Manifesto)

[Xander]

The boy left and then they were three. Whatever bit of relief he'd gotten from the pill Seven ordered had helped with the vision'd headache, but still he didn't dare look directly at either of his two companions. The boy had left with more swirling images after Seven had given him a clue. Xander didn't like the looks of the path that boy was about to take. The card in his pocket felt like a bright hot poker stick and he wanted to be free of it's influence asap. But that was rude in such a place, and he would be on his best behavior if only for Seven's company.

Though he was afraid that his bright and shiny self was tarnished with the visions that plagued him. Sometimes he just had to fight through it, see it and expell them. But not in Manifesto. Here was not the place to reveal any secrets or see them either. To many people. And not a good place to find a mark. Not that he was looking. It had been a day of relaxation and adventure -- now it was pain filled and nauseating.

Xander didn't mind waiting for Seven to finish whatever business he had with their hostess. If it weren't for the images it would have been a beautiful sight to bear. And with a deep breath Xander watched, looked and saw whatever it was the cosmos wanted him to see tonight. At least the people were beautiful.