01-02-2015, 12:07 PM
The man had a pretty thick French accent but Bas could understand him despite it. On the street some days past? He was good with faces. He woulda remembered unless....it was that night when he'd been dosed with whatever. The night Aurora had come to him like an angel.
Strange coincidence, that. The guy was there, evidently, when he was skunked. And now here? And he'd thought he'd seen Viktor's face. Briefly. If it was him. Still, his guard was now up. The guy seemed genuine, but that could be an act. "Ahh. Ok. Yeah, that night was something. Someone gave me something that night. Don't remember much of anything, really."
He looked the guy up and down. Lean, hard. Someone to underestimate. He had a bit of the lost tourist look down though. Either he was what he said he was or he was a great actor. He decided to play along either way. He smiled. "Clothes? Yeah, I'm here for the same thing. Heading over to the Imperial Clothiers."
He plucked at the indigo collars of his suit. It was a nice one, silk, well made and expensive. But it wasn't the same. "Off the rack is one thing. Tailored is another. Especially if you get the metallics. And Imperials is the best."
He looked the guy's clothes over. "All depends on where you are headed and what you want to say."
Seemingly offhanded, he added, "Pretty steep too. But you get what you pay for."
He prayed and seized the power. Suddenly his senses were enhanced and he could feel the GUM press in around him, the sounds of people, of steps echoing, of laughter and conversation. The scents of bodies and perfumes and soaps came to him- the clean feminine smell of Emily, the masculine aftershave of Enzo. And he could see details in their faces, every movement and twitch. Nothing seemed out of place or phony. Still, he decided to prod a bit of a reaction. "You were with your buddy, right? Victor was it?"
He watched carefully.
Strange coincidence, that. The guy was there, evidently, when he was skunked. And now here? And he'd thought he'd seen Viktor's face. Briefly. If it was him. Still, his guard was now up. The guy seemed genuine, but that could be an act. "Ahh. Ok. Yeah, that night was something. Someone gave me something that night. Don't remember much of anything, really."
He looked the guy up and down. Lean, hard. Someone to underestimate. He had a bit of the lost tourist look down though. Either he was what he said he was or he was a great actor. He decided to play along either way. He smiled. "Clothes? Yeah, I'm here for the same thing. Heading over to the Imperial Clothiers."
He plucked at the indigo collars of his suit. It was a nice one, silk, well made and expensive. But it wasn't the same. "Off the rack is one thing. Tailored is another. Especially if you get the metallics. And Imperials is the best."
He looked the guy's clothes over. "All depends on where you are headed and what you want to say."
Seemingly offhanded, he added, "Pretty steep too. But you get what you pay for."
He prayed and seized the power. Suddenly his senses were enhanced and he could feel the GUM press in around him, the sounds of people, of steps echoing, of laughter and conversation. The scents of bodies and perfumes and soaps came to him- the clean feminine smell of Emily, the masculine aftershave of Enzo. And he could see details in their faces, every movement and twitch. Nothing seemed out of place or phony. Still, he decided to prod a bit of a reaction. "You were with your buddy, right? Victor was it?"
He watched carefully.