[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

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The Harlequin, Maurice
Ravnos , Serpent
Their own private piece of the bar at Club Harlequin 
 
 "I wass kind of bussy during sse week and sso sse reasson for my coming
tonight iss, ssat I need information on what 'ass occured besside sse
obviouss, while I wass away. I already talked to sse boy Panic, but 'e
wass only willing to tell me sso far. I am esspessially interessted in
what 'ass 'appened to sse Ssnake Bitchess, or Isscoatl, ass Panic called
ssem." He paused, then added. "And sseir little demon trinket, ssey
craved, but apparently wissout ssuccesss." 
 
The question draws a guarded look from the Harlequin. His poker face
wasn't quite in place quick enough for the serpents preternatural
senses. 
 
"The Snake Bitches didn't come into my part of town Maurice, they hardly
even brushed the edges of my interest to be brutally honest. All I know
of them is what the boy told me. The trinket .... and it was quite a big
one at that, well its gone. Its weig .. that is, the magical energies
trapped within it, they were released back into creation. Broken and
scattered beyond the ability of any of us to get back!" 
 
He seemed adamant on the fact, speaking with certainty and apparently
first hand knowledge. 
 
Maurice caught the Harlequin's slip. So, as he had suspected, Harle had
more to do with the destruction of the trinket, than he let on. "'oo
would want a demon'ss tool back, if one iss in sseir right mind? No, it
iss good ssat it iss gone. Ssough I wonder, 'ow you can be sso ssure it
iss ass broken ass you claim, if it only 'brushed sse edgess of your
interesst', if I may be brutally 'onesst. What I mean iss, 'ow can you
be ssure, itss desstruction didn't causse rippless ssat we may be
unaware of now, but could bite uss in sse asss in sse future? Energiess
'ave a way of not jusst dissappearing, but only transsforming, after
all. Even magical oness."
 
"I assume you have unfinished business with them? Perhaps I could tap a
few of the small time dips and petty crooks I know, see if anybody knows
anything? For a small fee of course." he grins. 
 
"Yess, ssere iss a lot of unfinished bussinesss wiss ssem. Not only,
becausse ssey interloped on our territory, but alsso on a much deeper
level. Wiss our kind," he indicated that he meant not only him and his
kind, but their race in general, "ssome traitorss can be forgiven. Sseir
treachery even be expected. But in ssome cassess, sse treachery reachess
a level ssat cannot be tolerated. If it touchess sse fate of sse world,
if your eyess 'ad been opened and you voluntarily choossse to turn your
back on what you ssee, ssen only desstruction can ssuffisse for your
treasson." He killed the cigar in the ashtray, a dangerous glimmer in
his eyes.
 
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