I seek a soul in search of answers

The small space she rented was decorated just as cheesy as you would expect. Mood lightning gave the customer a more intimate feeling, the dark crushed velvet made the cliche even worse.
The only thing she was missing was the crystal ball in the center of her table.

Walking in the small table housed two chair, hers being a bit more grand than the customers... but still, they were both comfortable.

The door the back was blocked by a wall of beads, that offered no privacy but looked good when her slender body walked out.

A cascade of beads fell from her, swaying the dress that looked like she could have possible made it herself, or bought it from a unique craft shoe in the park.

"Fortunes are untold, by the mere palm of your hand." Her voice was soft, a fake accent to top off the whole charade.

"Good to know Celeste hasn't lost the touch."

"I believe touch has nothing to do with that.."

The accent was gone and her hand rested on her hip as the other pushed her long, very curly, brown hair from her face. Her dark brown, nearly black eyes stared at V... well past V actually.

"A new look but still a dark soul Jack..."

She now looked at V, her tone changing, no games - it was business of the other sorts.

"Are you here to kill me... Because of the soul you claimed?"

"I don't need your palm to do that, really it's a bunch of bullshit... but the movies have transformed it into a big dramatic ordeal.

But before I answer your questions... answer one of mine?"

"How did you obtain Jack?" Come on- what else would she ask?

She could hear him, like a faint whisper. She was sure it was more for V, but each action had a consequence.

She was just curious how... before she dove into this cluster fuck.

And she didn't need the title Psychic to tell it was a cluster.

"And if Jack where anything but human I may be able to accept that answer. So since he isn't able to jump that means you pulled him in... well something in you did."

She walked past V, flipping the sign in the small window before locking the door and pulling the curtain. She quickly turned back to V with a smile.

"What are your questions?"

"Jack may be curious but his reason for coming here was out of malice. History has proven that much."

He finally piped in as she made her way behind V, looking at a wall full of bottles. Some were liquids, other powders... Even more were empty.
"She has a knack for poisons, they come in handy... When someone doesn't intervene."



"I told him trying to kill Brooklyn would be in vein." She grabbed a bottle with an oily substance in it as she turned back to V.

"He dipped his hand in too many honey pots. Eventually something bites... but I don't care too much for Brooklyn so we don't need to keep on this subject.

What do you think you are? Dead, possessed.. you're not a kye and you're not a spirit..."