[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Frank]

    Panic,  Nyx
  Mage, Satyr working girl
  The Chaste Dragon
  
  "Anythings possible!" he replied thoughtfully. "The thing with  being somebody's discarded bastard Orphan is you get to invent any heritage you  like for yourself. Faun isn't my real name, neither is Peter for all I know.  The whores of this place found me as a kid and took me in. Gave me that name  because I liked the book, J. M. Barrie and all that, Pirates and fairy's and  Crocodiles."
      
  “So, weird thought but do you have a CD  player in that room? I thought I might show this rich John my dancing skills  since I’m in costume to get him warmed up. I have the right music.” She looks  back at Panic with a grin. “You should let me perform for you too some time.”
       
      "Gimme  a sec, I'm sure there’s one around somewhere!" He slipped off, leaving Nyx  to explore the room alone.
       
      Nyx opens  the door and checks the room out casually hiding her trench coat and purse,  after removing the CD. Then removing her shoes. Didn’t look like Panic quite  caught her play on words which would give away her Kith. Pan, Faun, meaning  Satyr. Interesting that all of his names were linked to Satyrs. So how in the  hell did an orphan bastard get so much at such an early age? He looked like he  was younger than she was. He definitely had to have some serious talents that  was for sure. 
       
      After a few  minutes he returned, small stereo in hand with CD player and tape deck. Smile  on face, newly lit cigarette in mouth. 
       
      "I've  always been a student of the Spooks." he said as he started to set it up  for her. "Demons, Ghosts, Umbrood, Fae, less pleasant things that got  kicked out of the world long ago. I've spent some time with your kind, trying  to learn about the Dream things of your world. Problem is, damn difficult to  remember any details afterwards. I know a little about .... Chimera, what I can  manage to piece together from half remembered chats and pillow talk. But even  if I steel my mind against the after effects of the fae, it’s like trying to  hang onto smoke. I guess the secrets of faerie ain't meant to be learned  without a lot of questing and such."
       
      A test of  the buttons, which he hammered at randomly, seemed to satisfy him the thing  would work.
       
      "I've  always been Fates chew toy, pinballing around the city and dealing with all the  pretenders. My own kind won't have nuthin to do with me so I play with the  Vampires and the Werewolves, the Demons and the rest of them. That thing they  say about playing with fire? Its all bullshit you know." he stepped back.
       
      "Taa  daa, there you go, music at your command!"
       
      Nyx looks  at Panic very thoughtfully. 
       
      “There are  a lot of things I could show you but I doubt you would be able to retain very  much of it. The Dreaming protects itself and it’s not something easily  thwarted. So, Demons, Ghosts, Umbrood, Fae, Vampires and Werewolves? What does  that make you then? I figure you have to have something going on to rise from  being an abandoned orphan to someone with so much wealth at such a young age.”  Nyx smiles at him as she pops the disc into the CD player, but she doesn’t  start the music.
      (Tag, Spikey is it)
  
      
 		
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