[Sodium_noir] FW: Mortals & Ghouls at play in Darktown

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Antoine, Ninive
Ghoul, Mortal
Den of Ogoun
 
Antoine left that apartment and found Onitt making ready to leave. "Have
fun."
He called after him and went up to his own rooms in the Den. Damn, he
was tired as hell. Still, there was one thing to do. He dialed
Maurice's number.
 
After the call with Maurice, which had been abrupt and to the point as
ever, Antoine shuffled to his apartment. It lay in darkness and he saw
Ninive's form lying on the bed in the bedroom. He took his Colt Pythons
and put them on a table in the living room. He felt tired as hell, the
last week and tonight's games had taken their toll on him. All he wanted
was to sleep. Shit, if he had wanted hours like this, he should've
become a physician as his parents had wanted him to. Well, the pay was
still better. He grinned.
He was about to enter the bedroom, when he stopped and smelled his
clothes. He had been to a ghoulish slaughterhouse, and although he
didn't smell anything, he was sure, that this wasn't the case for
anybody. Sighing, he went to the bathroom and took a shower.
 
As he let the water pour over him, he replayed tonight's events in his
mind's eye. The Bêtenoir had finally returned to them in all his glory.
But something was different, Antoine thought. Whatever the loa, that
walks in the flesh, had encountered during his 'vision quest' had
changed something in him. Antoine wasn't sure it was for the best. Only
time would tell how much Maurice had changed and how it would affect the
children. Then, there was this freak with a sword. Freak wit sword, FWS.
Sounded like a rap band. Antoine shook his head, his mind really was too
tired.
 
He rubbed himself dry and then entered the bedroom. Ninive was fast
asleep and he just got down beside her and fell asleep, too.
 
As soon as she heard Antoine's deep breathing, Ninive opened her eyes.
Slowly, not to disturb him, she rose and silently walked out of the
bedroom. She had taken a morning robe and left the apartment. She was
sure she needn't any more clothes.
 
[TBC]   


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