[Sodium_noir] Killing Time at Harlequins

[Spikey]

Michael Gaunt, Tess Martin, John Black, The Urmen
Mage, Mortal, Mr Mystery, Vamp, Garou and Mummy
a Booth
Club Harlequin

> John Black again for now. The sense of
> vastness diminishes and his mouth fills with bile
> for a second. The world feels awfully small all of a
> sudden as he throws back a mouthful of drink to wash
> away the taste.

>He just sat at the bar, allowing his perception to
>realign with the bar and his place in it.  The
>experience was almost intoxicating.  To be a fly on
>the wall and see everything that happened.  He
>wondered if a spell had been invoked,  would he be
>able to target any individual in the bar?  He suspect
>the answer was yes, which made the Harlequin extremely
>powerful when in his bar.  It was good to know, just
>in case . . .

In their darkened booth he three girls sat huddled in malicious gossip. A
strange and disturbing trio. The Urmen.

One had the form of a middle aged woman, perhaps late thirties. Her name was
Kiss, or Kisses-the-moon-for-luck to be exact, and she was a Werewolf. her
muscular and tall form shook continuously from giggles and snorts of
uncontrolled laughter. The sickness that coursed through her body would have
claimed a mere human years ago but she was made of sterner stuff. And so she
suffered a perpetual mind wrenching disability, her healing gift holding her
forever on the razors edge. In pain. She was the youngest of the three.

The next looked to be in her early twenties, but perhaps even that was a
lie. The heavy Goth make-up made her look older. Her name was Columbine and
she had been Undead for almost a thousand years. Unfortunately most of those
centuries had been spent in the dreamless grip of Torp[or, locked deep in
the earth by the Tremere and the Toreador, the Ventrue and the Gangrel.
Together with her Husband she had been a skilled thief, and she'd paid the
price when the other Clans sought their revenge.

In the middle was the girl-child Nekhen. called babe to those allowed to
know her. She looked like a fifteen year old made up expertly to pass as
eighteen. She was the oldest of the three.

>John motioned to the bartender and had three drinks
>sent to Nekhen/Babe and her two friends.  Once their
>drinks had been delivered, he approach, a smile on his
>face.

The Trio look down at the drinks, and the small blonde girl in the centre
whispered a few words of explanation.

"A friend." She told them looking at John. "An Old Friend." and they
shrugged. Kiss spluttered and growled with unwanted laughter and sipped
through her straw when the fits allowed her to. Columbine's dark mischievous
eyes watched the dancefloor with amusement.

> "Would you like to be introduced?" Michael asked Tess as they danced
across the club.

>Tess smirked, keeping her gaze fixed on the trio.
>"Well, that's pretty murky information, sweetie. A
>'Changer, and ill at that'? Is that a werewolf with a
>sinus infection? And the mystery woman who's immortal,
>but doesn't sip blood at teatime? The only one I know
>- by name only, mind you - is Columbine." She nods her
>head toward the palest of the three. "Harle won't talk
>about her, but I've heard plenty of stories. They
>don't get on very well, if rumors are to be believed.
>On the other hand, I can only imagine the sort of
>hackles that get raised by being married to the same
>fella for more than a few lifetimes."

>She wrinkles her nose, and, with her usual bravado,
>adds, "Hell, yeah. I'd love to meet these gals. Lead
>on, honey."

As the head towards the table, taking their own time. keeping in time with
the music, another crosses their path. he reaches the table just before
them.

>"I hope you'll forgive me for being so forward,
>ladies, but it's so rare that I'm surprised by finding
>an old friend in unexpected places."  He tried to make
>his smile charming.

"You can be as forward as you like shugar ..." The Dark haired Vampire
replied in a voice so much warmer than her flesh. A Voice that reminded John
of nights with French Courtesans and New Orleans harlots. A Voice that
Michael gaunt had taught girls to adopt so they might subdue troublesome
customers. A Voice Tess had used when the price was right. "Sometimes a Girl
likes a man to be direct!"

"<Well met warrior of the Mists>" Babe greeted him in an old tongue. The
tongue of the Empire and the Legion. The Tongue of the dominant male legacy
of Romulus and Remus. "<It seems that the mistress Renet has blessed me with
your company in this city of twisted souls. How should I address you? What
name would you go by when I introduce you to my friends?>"

Columbine's come hither eyes narrowed as the petite blonde spoke a language
she couldn't understand. Instead she turned her attention tot he dancing
couple behind him to see if they would come any closer now. Her eyes caught
Michaels and immediately mellowed. Opening to a faux innocence of doe eyed
seduction.

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