Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner (
mogget_cat) wrote2009-09-30 07:09 pm
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Terrible Triad Touring Agency: New Orleans
Yrael grins as she steps out from the bar and into the deserted alleyway and the New Orleans early evening. She glances over her shoulder to see Liz and Nikola follow her through the door, which closes behind them.
"We've got a while before I have to be there for my gig," she grins at them, "so I thought I'd show you around the French Quarter."
Since, and she may be ever so slightly sheepish about this, she hasn't gotten around to doing so before.
"We've got a while before I have to be there for my gig," she grins at them, "so I thought I'd show you around the French Quarter."
Since, and she may be ever so slightly sheepish about this, she hasn't gotten around to doing so before.
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Yrael looks up, straightening, as the young woman in grey exits the tour office, smelling of blood. Indeed, when Yrael's hand catches her wrist and holds it tight, there is a knife there that had been previously hidden, blood still on the blackened blade. She struggles, but catches Yrael's eye and stills.
"I just wanted to tell you your work is appreciated, and ask that you give your guild mistress my regards." Yrael knows that Belladonna will be able to tell who her agent had met, simply by description. Message delivered, she lets the grey-clad woman go.
After a moment of wary staring, the grey-clad woman steps back into the street and melts into the milling crowd.
Yrael grins at her companions. "Sometimes, though, there is help."
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"Friend of yours?"
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"That is my kind of help." Just don't tell Anita...? Might be frowned upon or something.
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Yrael grins. "She's practically a friend of yours, too, Nikola. She own that mansion outside of town." She gave Yrael that room for his very own. And she's the one who put that scratching post in the corner of the room.
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Cafe du Monde thrives in the evening bustle, an awning-covered area six times the size of the building in which the coffee and beignets are made, lit up in gold and white against the night.
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"It's so pretty, this town," she murmurs, almost thoughtfully.
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"Let's find us a table." The cafe is busy, as it ever is in the evenings, and there are people hovering around the edges of the canopy, looking for a table to snap up the minute its occupants seem to be rising to leave.
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Luckily for them, they are faster than the average patron, and Nikola manages to snag a table that becomes free before anyone else has a chance.
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"It's very busy here. Must be amazing coffee and beignets." Yes, Liz is sad in her knowledge of the place's amazing stuff.
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"Well then I'll count my blessings I have such lovely guides to make sure I don't miss things like this."
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"Beignets and coffee for three?" Yrael suggests, looking at her guests. Ordering is simple, at Cafe du Monde.
"How do you take your coffee?"
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The people are lively tonight, the noise from the French Market audible even at this distance, mingling with the jazzy sounds of a brass band playing on the steps of a large building across the wide, pedestrian-filled street.
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