[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

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Maurice, Goldie, Panic
Serpent, Whore, Mage
The Chaste Dragon


>"That is exactly what they have done... exchanged thier 
>devotion to Rattlesnake, the spirit of wisdom, for devotion to 
>a much darker Lord. These outlaws of the Ahua Can sometimes go 
>by the name Itzcoatl, which means Obsidian Snake I guess. 
>Sometime in the Meso-American nights these children of Set 
>turned their back on their duties to the people down there and 
>started listening to a creature called Tezcatlipoca. Their 
>weakness for sin led them into a fool's bargain however and 
>more than a few of them regret that choice now."
>
>The boy regards Maurice with intense, deep eyes the colour of 
>midnight now. For an instant, the seems less like the frail 
>mortal and more like something the Serpent might recognise. 
>But the feeling passes and again he sees just a young man he 
>could break in two without a second thought.
>

His eyes stayed focussed on the boy, narrow and dangerous. There was
more to the boy than he let on. Granted, there was the rumour of some
magical tricks the boy was capable of and the eye thing seemed to give
credit to that. Add to that the fact that he was able to operate this
bordello knee-deep in Sabbat territory. The boy 'must' be more than he
seemed. He also tended to be up to his elbows in a lot of the power
plays in the city. Never obviously, but the name 'Panic' got mouthed too
often for him just being an innocent bystander. But maybe there was even
more behind the facade of the teenage drug-addict playing at being the
super-pimp. Something dangerous certainly, but was it an ally or an
enemy?
But the feeling subsided and before him was again the teenage
super-pimp. But Maurice had seen a glimpse of that which lurked behind
and he wouldn't forget.

"Ssesse Itsscoatl 'ave forfeited sseir right to exisst. We will 'unt
ssem until eisser we or ssey are no more. Ssey are worsse ssan sse blind
foolss working to keep ssiss reality from freeing itsself, ssey are
worsse ssan sse demonss ssemsselvess. We and ssey cannot exisst in sse
ssame world." He hissed this proclamation out, nearly a whisper, but it
seemed as if the loas were watching and weaving this vow into the fabric
of reality itself. It came out as an icy determination that would not
be, could not be diverted by any power in the world. The serpent in his
thoughts gave a low and long hiss in acknowledgement.

He took one last deep puff of the cigar and let the smoke creep out of
his mouth slowly, like a sacrifice to the gods, which was taken as the
cloud slowly dissolved, sealing the vow. He put the cigar out in the
ashtray.
He leaned back into the seat, his eyes open again. "If ssere'ss not more
you can add, ssen I ssank you for your enlightening wordss. Ass you
don't want to tell me 'oo 'as desstroyed sse abomination of sse
Itsscoatl," he raised his hand, "which I abssolutely undersstand, I will
need to find ssomeone 'oo knowss and might be able to ansswer." From the
way he said it, it was clear he had already someone in mind, a certain
character being known for his garish and ridiculous style of clothing.

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