[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[Spikey]

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

"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.

Panic listened intently, nodding slowly and seemingly with a sad resignation. The Vampire before him was resolute in its beliefs, it its dedication to self determination, he could respect that in others. For the first time he could see the similarity in Maurice's approach to unlife to the perverse faith of the Harlequin. While he doubted the Children of Sutekh, or damballah, would acknowledge their similarity to the ravnos, it was there for an outsider to see.

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.

What, the Mage wondered, would Maurice make of his own situation. To this man's eyes he too was a slave of something else. Very few people could understand the levels and layers that made up the society of the Hidden, the players in Hell's game. To Maurice, all Demons were the enemies of the world and Panic doubted very much he would live long enough to explain the differences if the truth came out. Which is why his path lay in the shadows, walking the precarious line between the light and the darkness.

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.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be more help with that!" Panic stood and offered his hand to the Loa. Whatever whispers of fear the creature awoke in him were clamped down upon hard. "Y'know .. Maurice, maybe you could stand to rethink your tactics on this one. Rather than a night with Madam Nemesis you could follow Pandora's example .... nothing fucks the big bad more than losing his puppets. And nothing cuts the strings better than the Hope of redemption!" 

He shrugs and smiles.

[Tag]

Action Transvestites (1st battalion, Transvestite Brigade, Airborne Wing) - 
Running , Jumping, climbing trees ... putting on make up when you're up there!
Parachuting into dangerous areas .... with FANTASTIC make up!
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