mogget_cat | 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.

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"What about the library?" Nikola asks, his eyes drawn back to the canes again. "I haven't been in there, but there must be enough room for a piano at least."

His room is a little too cluttered as well. That's what happens when you use half of it for a lab.

Liz's head tilts a little more, "But would those in the library mind when she wants to play?"

Not a question of whether it'd be enjoyable music, just some people go to a library to read in silence.

"Hmm," Yrael muses, then nods.

"I shall ask whoever is in charge there now, since Asar-Suti left. Possibly they won't mind, if I keep the more... controversial music to when there are fewer people there."

If they won't allow it, Yrael will find some other route.

"And if they do mind, what difference does it make?" Nikola asks.

He's of the opinion that other people should change their desires to suit his, for the most part. Sometimes that extends to the desires of his friends.

Liz gives a soft chuckle, "I'm sure it will make some sort of difference, my dear." People could be not nice to things they didn't think belonged.

She smirks at Yrael, "Though you do have a good way of getting people to see things your way."

Yrael figures everyones' desires are there own. She's fine with them as long as they don't infringe upon her own, and would be willing, in some cases, to take action to avoid that happening.

"If they do mind, then they might mind in ways that lead to them taking action, either against me or my piano."

They might hurt the piano, Nikola. Really! Yrael can't let that happen. It's the Bright Shiner's version of a peasant mob turning up at the castle gates with torches and pitchforks.

"I doubt they will mind, though. Music does stimulate the mind wonderfully," she smiles a very-slightly catty smile. "Sometimes even when one is dead-set against letting it do so."

"Anything here catching your gaze as well, my friends?"

If they hurt the piano they'd have to deal with the wrath of both not'cat and electric'vamp.

"Some of the canes look...interesting," Nikola says.

And he can always use accessories that make him look even more dashing (and antiquated).

Liz leaves the jewelry for the moment to come up behind Nikola to see exactly what he's looking for. She never understood the whole, using a cane when you don't actually need a cane thing. But far be it from her to say they weren't pretty or interesting.

"Interesting good or interesting bad?" Her chin may settle on his shoulder.

Comfy perch, thy name is Nikola. =D?

"I thought you might be interested in those. Any in particular catch your fancy?" Yrael grins, reaching for one of the less decorative canes. It's simple in design, a dark polished wood with a curved marbled handle. It makes Yrael smirk, for some reason.

"Interesting good."

Nikola is just fine with being a comfortable perch, especially for someone as lovely as Liz.

"I quite like the Faberge one."

Liz is smiling but a quiet warmth at Nikola's back. Not having anything to really add, and being quite comfortable at the moment, she's content to watch them discuss the canes.

"What about this one?" Yrael takes the shaft of her chosen cane in hand, offering the handle to Nikola.

"Think it might suit?"

Nikola takes a careful look at it before taking the handle. "It's a little...dull, don't you think?"

"I don't know. It has a certain charm to it." Still holding the body of the cane gingerly, Yrael gives it a short, sharp tug.

The cane goes SNIKT.

A number of sharp metal spikes, angled upwards towards the handle in such a way as to rip into the hand tugging the cane away from its owner, slide out from the surface of the cane in that moment.

"La Diabolic," Yrael explains, grinning. The more subtle, more likely to maim, more illegal cousin of sword-canes.

Nikola grins.

"Fascinating."

Liz's eyes brighten at that because that, was the coolest thing ever. "I didn't know canes did that," she murmurs softly.

She leans more solidly against Nikola's back. It's an effort to get a closer look, with an arm around his waist for stability.

"I thought of you when I came across it," Yrael grins. Refined, antiquated, spiky and deadly!

"This type of cane was made, along with its sister canes La Terrible and La Redoutable, in early 19th century France. They were almost immediately made illegal."

Liz makes a lovely, and comfortable back-warmer for the vampire, and he leans slightly into her warmth.

"I've heard of them," Nikola says. "I didn't realize it was still up for grabs."

Greed? In Nikola's eyes? Never!

Liz is even better when she's purring too, in her opinion. Like now, the faintest, more felt where her chin rests on his shoulder than heard, purr.

"You going to fix that?" The being up for grabs part.

Yrael chuckles slightly at the look in Nikola's eyes, then says, idly. "It is. Though La Diabolic the last one here. This place used to have all three, but La Terrible and La Redoutable have been sold."

Enablers? Them?

It's more likely than you think.

"Well, in that case," Nikola says. "I'd better liberate it, hadn't I?"

Liz nods without actually lifting her chin. "Give it a good home so it won't be lonely here."

"It's the best thing for it, in all truthfulness," she nods, smiling at Nikola.

"What about you, Liz? You find anything sparkly enough to suit you?"

Nikola takes the cane and carefully lowers the spikes, glancing over his shoulder at Liz to hear her answer.

"A couple things are sparkly enough to suit me."

She nips Nikola's shoulder, having enough practice to know how to get it felt through clothes without leaving much of any trace of what she's done to said clothes, and then moves over to the jewelry and points out two pieces.

The first piece is just a pretty, sparkly necklace. Liz doesn't usually like pink, but she'd make an exception for the size of the sapphire in it. The second piece that's specifically caught her attention has the same stones as the first, just more collar like. Which might be stunning both on her neck and against all of the black of her fur if they knew what her leopard looked like.