[Sodium_noir] Night on the Town

[Bill]

John Black
Mike's Place

John stood in the basement of his shop, a workroom
where he came to conduct rituals, create amulets, and
to simply meditate.  Similar to the sanctum of past
wizards, the shop (as he refered to it) lacked the
aura of mystery one might expect.  The tools weren't
mysterious, there function pretty straightforward to
anyone who'd ever taken a shop class.

The shelves contained books, mostly reference
material, and journals.  Wood carvings were scattered
all over.  And in a corner were several shelves
containing his completed works, and various
curiousities.

At the moment, John was collecting a few amulets
before going out.  One, a carving of a snake, would
grant him blinding speed, akin to that of Hermes.  A
second, a simple thing with Latin script, would
encourage the love of others.

He took these both, along with a bracelt shaped like a
scorpion.  The last time John and Matt had gone out it
was Paris following the end of the Great War.  It had
been a wild time, of life, of love, and a lot of
trouble.  He had no idea if history would repeat
itself, but one could hope.

John took two knives off a shelf.  One he hid between
his shoulder blades, the second his slid into a sheeth
around his ankle.  As he did so, he replayed the
events of the previous night, Matt at the tables,
desperate for one last gamble.

His friend was in trouble.  He would do whatever it
took to help him.  

Satisfied, John locked the door behind him and went
out into the night.  It wouldn't take long to get to
Raindogs.


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"I swear, as God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
-- Les Nessman

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