[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[eagandigh]

The Harlequin, Columbine, Maurice
Ravnoses, Serpent
Their own private piece of the bar at Club Harlequin 
 
 
"As old as sin!" The Harlequin laughed. "She is my wife, and has been
since the first night I broke the Taboo and ever tasted Blood. Her Blood
in fact. She is, as you guessed, the one who brought me into the night.
Much as her father was against such a thing. She is also much msarter
than me and she knows a lot about the Path of Paradox. She's spent time
with many of the Rishi and Guru of the Clan who have achieved
enlightenment on the road to freedom."

He pauses for a moment, then turns to the group of women behind them. 

"Monisha, Av Akai Mandi's Odjus!"* His voice is stern, an order.
Columbine turns towards the Harlequin and walks over, using every inch
of her hips as she does so.

"My Kom!"** she purrs as she entwines her arms around him. 
 
Maurice watched the lady come over. He looked at her without revealing
what was on his mind. Actually, he was kind of admiring the swaying of
her hips. It seemed somehow ... serpentine.
 
The Harlequin leans close to her ear and whispers to her. He speaks for
several minutes and while he does, the girls eyes fal upon Maurice. Dark
and vibrant she watches the Setite as her husband explains what they
have been talking about, and Maurice can see the moment her opinions of
him alter. A mixture of concern and surprised realisation. Eventually he
is finished and she looks fully at Maurice. 
 
The vodun took notice of Columbine's changing of his opinion of him. She
looked concerned? Well, it was good if preconceptions got crashed in.
That was a lot, of what gaining the freedom to see the world as it truly
is was, after all.
 
"My Husband tells me that you are an enlightened man sir." Her wanton
demeanour seemed less evident now, her face and her body language had
become serious. "That you walk a road he believes is similar to our own.
He asks that I tell you of the lessons we have learned in the fight to
preserve and free the weig of the Universe. Perhaps it would be better
first if you had any questions I could answer?" 
 
He took a while to answer. He felt a little empty-minded, because, as
always, if someone is blunt, often no answer to a question comes to
mind. What questions did he have? What questions, indeed? He leaned back
on his barstool and lighted another cigar. He puffed on it till it
caught fire in earnest. He slowly let the smoke escape into the air of
the Club. "I am deeply 'onored, ssat sse 'arlequin iss trussting me sso
much ssat 'e let me talk to you about matterss of sse sspirit. I don't
ssink ssat ssiss road you walk iss generally well known in sse larger
Cainite community? We alsso don't advertisse our beliefss very much. Let
sse osserss ssink we are jusst depraved wallowerss in ssin. Becausse of
ssiss obviouss and advertissed passtime of ourss, not a lot of ssosse we
call enemiess actually take uss sserioussly. After all, 'ow can you take
ssomeone sserioussly 'oo iss eisser knee-deep in sse vissess 'e triess
to peddle or mumbling about ssome long dead godss? Which ssuitss uss
fine, ass it probably doess you, wiss your image of gypssiess, which
equatess to nomadss and ssiefss and ssneakss. Not to forget sse tag of
sscammerss and sswindlerss." He paused. "Which might be true. In your
casse ass well ass in ourss. But it iss jusst sse ssurface. Ssinsse sse
earliesst nightss, we were taught ssat sse world iss a lie, perpetuated
by entitiess of great power, 'oo want to keep sse world and ssosse in it
under sseir ruling ssumb. We want to ssee sse truss. To do ssiss we 'ave
to quesstion every rule and morality ssat iss sse acceptable ssing to
follow in our world, becausse ssesse 'ave to be being insstalled by sse
Aeonss to chain uss. Ssiss iss sse reasson we don't follow conventional
morality, ssiss iss sse reasson we traffic in ssingss ssat osserss would
call ssin." He stopped in thought and puffed once more on the cigar.
 
A young man had entered the Club and had started a conversation with the
Harlequin. Maurice watched him and noticed his lack of reflection in the
mirror. A Lasombra? One of Santiago's brood, or of the brood of the
antitribu? No, Saroza's bully had been someone else.
 
He took his concentration back to Columbine. "Sse 'arlequin told me
about ssomessing 'e callss weig. You ussed sse ssame word. What iss
ssiss weig and 'ow iss it bound? Do you ssink ssiss iss one of sse
chainss sse Aeonss sstrangle sse world wiss? By binding ssiss weig? And
'ow do you fight ssiss sstate sse universse iss in?"
 
[OOC: Sorry for the delay. This was due to lot of work on one hand, and
complete flubbergustedness and empty-headedness of what questions to
actually ask Columbine. This whole turn of events caught me
ill-prepared. ;) And good for Tellos that he has handed his sword to the
guys at the entrance, otherwise things could have taken a definite turn
to the worse, but now, I don't think the description Maurice has of
Tellos is really enough to liken that to the strange 'Lasombra' who has
walked in.]
 
[Ah, well, and TAGS of course]
 
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