[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 

 
>The Harlequin listened to Maurice's speach, nodding in places. The
>Ravnos face remained impassive for him, giving away little of what he
>thought until the other Vampire was finished.

>"The spirituality of Set's children is not mine to comment upon
>Betenoir. Its as personal as the Path we Ravnos walk and I can respect
>that. But I can dig what you say, some fools are just too dumb or too
>dangerous to let live. Others are just a waste of resources and a waste
>of the Unlife they've been given. Some people, and some things, are a
>drain on creation, a stain on all thats good and fun to be around. I've
>known more than a few that are overly worthy of destruction myself."


Maurice nodded as he heard his own thoughts echoed in the words of the
Ravnos before him.


>His youthful face was directed atthe bar, looking intot he ashtray and
>the remains of Maurice's cigar there. He seemed fascinated by its dying
>embers as he continued. 

>"And thats why I know about the trinket. I know that it was destroyed
>and the energies inside it moved on, because I destroyed it. What that
>energy did after I freed it, thats none of my concern. The Universe was
>never meant to be controled or understood and that thing was a link in
>the chain that does exactly that. Maybe it'll come back and bite one of
>us in the arse, that power, Good for it I say. So long as its out
>there, doing its thing like it was 'sposed to, I can live with any
>consequences."

>The Harlequin has a glimmer in his own eyes, a burning light like that
>of the visionary preacher. Like a man with faith. 

So, what he had suspected was the truth, the Harlequin had destroyed the
Izcoatl's trinket. He again wondered at the power that must lurk behind
this unassuming exterior. Unassuming of you think about a portrayal of
power at least, otherwise, the Harlequin was anything but unassuming.
"Sso, it iss ass I ssought. When Panic wouldn't come up wiss sse one 'oo
desstroyed sse trinket I ssusspected it 'ad been you." He made a pause
considering the Harlequin's words. "For sse ssake of argument, I am not
sure it'ss doing what it wass ssupossed to, becausse ssiss ssing brought
ssomessing into being ssat wassn't ssupossed to be. Mainly, a
concentration of countlesss ssoulss. What 'appened to ssem when sse
trinket got desstroyed? Were ssey obliterated? Were ssey freed?
Whatever, I don't ssink ssey are doing what ssey are ssuppossed to do,
becausse ssey should never been 'ere in sse firsst place."

He raised one hand, a gesture showing that he didn't mean this as an
attack on the Harlequin's deeds or belief, but as a thought to be kept
in mind.

"Ass for sse Isscoatl, ass you were frank wiss me about sse desstruction
of sse trinket and your reasson for desstroying it, I will be frank wiss
you." He leaned back on the stool and his hand rested on the pommel of
his cane, which he had laid on the bar. Unconsciously stroking the
serpents coiling around themselves, making up the pommel. "Ssiss
universse, ass it iss pressenting itsself iss a lie. Perpetrated by
beingss of immensse sspiritual power, 'oo can't bear ssomeone elsse
rissing to sseir ssatuss. Sso ssey calcified reality chaining everyone
to sse world where ssey can reign ssupreme, denying everyone elsse to
risse above sseir sstation. Ssey call ssemsselvess godss and demonss.
One chaining uss in golden chainss, sse osserss chaining uss in chainss
of iron. We call ssem sse Aeonss and mosst osserss in ssiss cossmic game
are sseir unwitting sservantss and sslavess. We want to desstroy ssiss
order, we want for anyone to attain sseir freedom, sseir full
potential." He stopped. Then smiled. "'oping ssat we would attain it
firsst, of coursse."
"Sse loass are beingss 'elping uss in ssiss sstruggle. Ssey are our
alliess, being rebelss againsst sse Aeonss order. We 'ave opened our
eyess to sse truss, cassting away sse chainss ssat 'ave been clossed
around our neckss. If ssomeone 'oo 'ad accomplished ssiss, iss taking a
new chain and binding 'imsself back to sse Aeonss yoke, 'e iss beneass
any conssideration for lenienssy. If you are blind, you can be 'elped to
ssee, but if you 'ave sseen and ssen choosse blindnesss again, you are
sse lowesst form ssat anyone could attain in ssiss reality."
He paused after this speech, then added: "I didn't belief ssiss mysself
for a long time. I 'eard sse sstory and accepted sse myss, but my faiss
wassn't be'ind it." His eyes grew distant. "But *I* ssaw sse loass wiss
my own eyess. I made a journey and ssey appeared before me. I cannot
deny sse truss any longer. I came back from ssere changed." He stopped
speaking, his mind seemingly somewhere else.

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