Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arcere) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-06-09 21:02:00 |
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What: Aiden goes to see exactly how accurate Esme's abilities are.
Where: 1102
When: Midday Wednesday
Warnings: Probably none.
Apprehension was not something Aiden was entirely comfortable with. He was never apprehensive. Even coming here, and learning the things he had, and preparing to do the things he had to do - none of it made him nervous and hesitant and reconsider, think twice, want to plan and re-plan. This place more irritated than worried him, so long as he didn't pay attention to what everyone else was doing.
But ... every so often, something happened that gave him pause. Meeting Shane. Seeing Vlad (even through Van Helsing's eyes). Looking up at the tightrope strung across a wide gap with a fatal fall beneath it. It was rare, but it still set him off-balance. He needed to be focused here. He couldn't afford to be distracted and ill at ease (or so he told himself every time it happened).
When he looked at the boards that day and saw the name Esme on it, that same strange sensation had flickered across his brain. And it had been different than before, too, which made it worse. He wasn't sure why it was different, or how to accurately place what the difference was, but it had worried him. Up to the point where he tried to avoid thinking about the little conversation for a few days.
Fortune-telling was fortune-telling, though. She claimed to be the best of the best, and, curiosity and natural skepticism taking hold through the unease, Aiden decided to pay her a visit. He still wasn't entirely sure what it was that he would ask her in order for her to prove this 100% better than everybody else prediction, but there would be something, he was sure. He'd pick it up when he got there. Or on the way there. Or pull it out of his ass if absolutely necessary.