[Atem leans his arms on the outside-facing rail of the fire escape, looking down toward the landing just below them, on the 7th floor level. There's a person there who's standing very still. They're not dead; their brain is still firing, making the little microcorrections to muscle snd tendon needed to maintain balance. The lights are on --
-- but nobody's home.]
I got an opportunity to feed on the way home. That guy...his soul's gone already!
[A Sherlock-scan, especially with a werewolf's senses, will turn up a little bit of information. This guy has deep frown lines in his forehead and jaw, showing age and cut so far into his skin that it's hard to imagine his face in a softer expression. His hair is thinning but dark, and smells; compare that with the rumpled clothes that are embellished but not good quality and rings on a few fingers but no wedding band and you've got a guy who cares a lot about appearances, who's aging disgracefully, and very likely unmarried. He smells of expensive cigars, a box of them in his pocket; a pricey vice.
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[Atem leans his arms on the outside-facing rail of the fire escape, looking down toward the landing just below them, on the 7th floor level. There's a person there who's standing very still. They're not dead; their brain is still firing, making the little microcorrections to muscle snd tendon needed to maintain balance. The lights are on --
-- but nobody's home.]
I got an opportunity to feed on the way home. That guy...his soul's gone already!
[A Sherlock-scan, especially with a werewolf's senses, will turn up a little bit of information. This guy has deep frown lines in his forehead and jaw, showing age and cut so far into his skin that it's hard to imagine his face in a softer expression. His hair is thinning but dark, and smells; compare that with the rumpled clothes that are embellished but not good quality and rings on a few fingers but no wedding band and you've got a guy who cares a lot about appearances, who's aging disgracefully, and very likely unmarried. He smells of expensive cigars, a box of them in his pocket; a pricey vice.
Atem gestures down at him.]
Want to have the rest?