[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Bill]

> John Black, Abby, Dashwood Price  Very Old Man,
> Bastet, Vampire  Lady Sinclair's Mansion

> > “Kurt Morgan. I don’t know him at all. Just
> > overheard that while watchin’ the locals fawn all
> > over him. I might like to get closer, take his
> > scent, find out where he fits in all this.
> > Curiousity you know. Meow!”
> > She look up at him, a fey grin on her face.
> >
> John nodded. "His soul . . . shines. I haven't seen
> anything like it in a long long time, and I'm not
> sure
> I've ever seen one so pure."
>   "Shall we introduce ourselves?"
>    
>    He can see Souls? Oh Mother Moon what’s he see in
> Me then?  The Bastet tries to cover her surprise at
> that. “What? Ah sure, yeah.”
> 
As John escorted Abby to meet Mr. Morgan, he reflected
on the man.  Reading one's soul was not something he
did casually.  He considered it rude to pry in the
affairs of another on such an intimate level.  This
didn't mean he didn't indulge in a little bit of
voyeurism every now and then.

Mr. Morgan's soul was unique, and he wondered if the
man was human.  What kind of person, or ally, could he
be?  Questions swirled through his head.

And then there was Abby.  She'd hesitated a little
when he mentioned Morgan.  He hadn't read her soul. 
He liked her and felt she was "good people," the
highest compliment he could give anyone.

He wondered what she thought about his ability. 
Nervous?  Curious?  Offended?  He'd have to find out.

"Good evening sir."  He held out his hand to Morgan. 
"I don't believe we've met.  John Black."

tag Abby, Spikey

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