Taking a Stroll (Open)

As always he loved the way the city looked at night, it had a magic that the daytime stripped from its walls and streets. Smiling as he walked along, hands tucked into his pockets Nicolas knew he looked just like a hundred other men walking down the street. He wasn't. But right not it didn't matter in the least, right now he could just enjoy the way the wind washed down and carried the myriad scents of Venice and forget all about his day job and the memories that were part of his life and his power.

Nicolas often wandered why he lacked an ability which could turn off the recollection of some of the things he had seen, or even allow him the chance to let them dim over time. However, he still remembered all of them with clairty and depth the only thind that seemed to lessen was the emotion that attached itself to them. The singular blessing he was more than thankful for. Still, it had been a quiet month at present nothing too pressing case wise and it had been his experience rather than his talent that had been used lately. It would change, it always changed which was why Nicolas walked at night.

Part of him was tempted to go into the clubs, to get roaring drunk and release some of the tensions of his life but he knew how much that apparent escape would cost him besides he didn't need to go and start ranting and end up in the cells. It would just be embarassing to say the very least. So he walked and tried to order his mind, sleep would probably have been better but he couldn't escape the memories in his dreams. Not until he had wlaked for a little while.

Bambi had seen a peek that she would be out walking that night, and sure enough her frustration caused her to need a walk. It seemed that an FPS team had been made, but they had failed to mention to her that all had already been choose already. It also didn't help that she hadn't seen this either. So instead she was off to wander the streets. She was actually tempted to set up her table and do readings, but...well she wasn't sure how that would have gone over. Not to mention she didn't want to dress the part either.

Sighing she turned a corner and started down the road. She had her hands in her slacks, but that wasn't enough for her. Sometimes when she bumped into someone she still got flash. Flash of the past more often, but she'd get something more present....or a glimpse into their future. Granted by the time it was done the person was already gone. Sighing she moved towards a cafe to get a hot beverage.

Drawing near the cafe she brushed against another, but this time it was different. One she saw his face clearly, and two she saw them working together. That meant he was one of the other FPS. She could also sense that he was not normal either. Her head turned to look at him, wondering what he could do, and if he had felt anything from her as well.

Aubrey had exploded onto the street as soon as the sun went down, raring to go and desperate to get out and make some money; not that the vampire had any pressing need for funds at the moment but he still desired the work. Ultimately, it gave his mind something to do in the short-term. He could go out, throw some cards around, pull some coins from behind ears, make things vanish for a little while and then retire to the streets to wander the pleasant streets for the rest of the evening. Venice was a city of spectacle and the fantastic, and the vampire had had little trouble charming the meandering public out of their spending money.

At the present point in time, Aubrey had reached the ‘pleasant wandering’ part of his plan and sauntered along with his hands firmly ensconced in the pockets of his trench-coat. Fortunately, (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on your viewpoint) Aubrey had dressed to the nines in his usual work getup, and certainly looked the part of public entertainer. His movements were graceful and rhythmic as he glided along the walkway; the city looked truly magical at night, with a host of floating lights being reflected on the dark water of the canals.

The vampire spread his senses out, not looking for anything in particular only halfheartedly hoping that something interesting would catch his attention. After spending half of his evenings entertaining others, the vampire greatly desired entertainment and amusement for himself. What else was there to do in eternity but have fun? Politics, in the end, was boring, and Aubrey lacked the finesse and ruthlessness for power-playing. We want to have fun and we want to get wasted. That was, more or less, Aubrey’s ambition in life.... apart from the ‘wasted’ part. Alcohol and vampirism, sadly, did not agree.