[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[Spikey]

[OOC - Quick note on the time line. Panic is not yet good enough to appear in two places at once, this meeting takes place directly after he leaves Arkana at Sammie's diner, which happened directly after he met with Damien and the Harlequin!]

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

He came to a decision. Slowly he pulled one of the talismans he wore
over his head. It was an amulet bound by a simple leather band. It was
round and made out of a brownish shimmering metal like bronze or brass.
On one side it was stamped with a vévé of Ogoun, the Warrior. On the
other side four letters had been carved into ist surface 'BTNR'.
"Mon coeur, I want to give you ssomessing." He waited until she turned
around. "If you ever should 'ave to walk into Darktown, wear ssiss
openly around your ssweet neck. Ssiss will make you ass ssafe ssere ass
if you would lie in your mossserss womb. And if you should 'ave a
problem, ssen ask for me or for ssomeone called Antoine Messcaline. Show
'im ssiss and 'e will 'elp you wiss anyssing."
He dangled the amulet in front of her.

Goldie was in no doubt that to refuse such a gift would be unwise, insulting. Besides, she'd never once in her life turned down a present and she wasn't about to start such a bad habit tonight. She takes it with slender fingers and long painted nails. A demure smile and genuine thanks. 

"You're a regular Knight in shining armour sugar!" She says, blowing him a kiss with her beestung lips. She hangs the things around her neck, deliberatly letting it rest precariously on her breats to display both them and it to best effect. "I'll never leave home without it!"

Then he turned around to the entrance, waiting for the demon boy to
arrive.

>From outside he heard a stream of obcenities and complaints as Panic mounted the stairs two at a time.

" .. up to my arsehole in bloody Vampires these days." the doors swung open and the young man strode in, still muttering to himself. "might as well give up the spell slinger gig and get  .." He looked up and came face to face with Maurice, the Loa of darktown. "...BitHOLYFUCKINGSHIT!"

Panic almost leapt backwards in surprise. His eyes shone with bright blue light and a similar hue could be seen peeking out from his collar. At the same moment a sharp pain spread across Maurice's face and a long cut opened from his lip to his eyebrow seemingly of its own will.

"Shitting shit fuck shit!" Panic continued, catching his breath. "Sorry .. sorry about that ... caught me off guard ..." The boy looked wary, edgy even. He at least appeared to recognise the Betenoir and to understand the situation. "In fact, whatever you heard me saying, forget it yeah?"

He smiled, a cocky smile that covered any fear he might be feeling. 

[yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no
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