[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[eagandigh]

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

>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!"

He smiled at her, trying to bring warmth and a little embarassment to
it. He thought he suceeded well enough.

>
>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.

Maurice just opened his eyes a little wider, evidently as much surprised
by the boy's reaction than the boy was with his presence. The sharp cut
didn't register to his senses, too sharp had been the intrument of the
cut. 

>"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?"

Maurice still eyed the mage, his eyes now narrowing dangerously.
Something was flowing down his chin. He wiped over the cut and looked at
his hand, smeared with his own blood. But the wound was already closing,
the blood of the loa doing its work. [OOC: There goes a miserly hoarded
blood point down the drain]

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

His eyes had turned golden and his pupils had become inhuman slits. He
stared intensly at the mortal before him, annoyance and a slight anger
evident in his stare. He held out his blood covered hand accusingly for
Panic to see. His eyes had a coldness that was terrifying, there was no
human emotion in them anymore, it felt more like the stare of a serpent
at a rabbit shortly before the sudden strike that ended the hapless
animal's life.


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