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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She nods, "Looks perfect to me."

She grins at Yrael, "All the perks for being close to the star. Might get spoiled with this kind of treatment."

It's the work of a moment to ask that that particular booth be reserved for later.

"I live to spoil my friends," she grins, sipping her drink. It's almost the truth, if one forgives that Yrael isn't technically alive.

"Want to go mock tour guides?"

Nikola takes a long drink from his glass. "By all means," he says. "Let's see what fallacies they're spreading to unsuspecting tourists."

Liz takes a decent size drink from her glass, "What they're trying to pass off as scary," she murmurs thoughtfully.

It's not hard to find such a tour; it doesn't take long before the three of them are lingering on the fringes of a group being led around the French Quarter and told the mysteeeeerious history of the place, from witchcraft to voodoo, werewolves to vampires, zombies to ghosts.

Responsibility for most of the 'phenomena,' though, the tour guide seems eager to pin on dangerous, unregistered mutants. Yrael, er, 'Bianca,' as she stands like a pale specter with Nikola and Elizabeth, is the recipient of one or two sideways glances from the tour guide and a couple members of the group.

The young lady dressed in grey standing next to them gets a grin and a wink from the not'cat as she gives Yrael a glance. Slightly flustered, she quickly turns back to continue watching the tour guide.

Nikola finds the whole thing terribly amusing, though the mentions of unregistered mutants earn the tour guide a few annoyed glares.

It's a mix between really funny and really sad what humans will believe and pass off as truth on the whole supernatural front. And both of these thoughts bounce over Liz's features during the tour. She's got a little more patience for ignorant people these days.

Places shown include historical houses where voodoo priestesses and witches (i.e. mutants) were said to have lived, buildings mentioned in various works of vampire fiction that are set in New Orleans and how they were actually about mutants, cemeteries where the undead (or mutants with limited regenerative powers) roam on Halloween, back alleys where fights between supernatural entities (actually mutants of course) supposedly took place...

At the end, the tour guide deftly covers himself with a disclaimer regarding the tour company's stance regarding the personal opinions of its tour guides not necessarily reflecting the views of the company, of course, before suggesting various ways that those taking the tour might contact their congressmen and senators regarding the upcoming mutant registration act, to help make "their fair city safer" for its human inhabitants.

Nikola's opinion of the tour guide is pretty well summed up in his sneer as they leave. "Mutant registration act?"

Liz's features hold a frown as she tilts her head at Yrael because mutants sounded odd to her, let alone that registration act on them. Granted she was a leopard... "Why do these mutants need to register?"

"Oh, because the humans feel threatened, of course," Yrael says, lingering by the doorway.

"The mutants are 'unnatural,' 'abnormal,'" Yrael gives Nikola a glance. "They have 'powers' that make them dangerous, despite it being simple genetics in most cases. The humans don't understand and don't want to, so they fear, and seek to pass sanctions against that which they fear."

"It's stupid, and sad." She watches the other tourists break into smaller groups and leave, but still she waits, leaning against the weather-beaten, age-darkened brick wall.

Nikola's frown deepens. "And rather like looking into a crystal ball," he says. He can easily imagine the Cabal pushing a law like that through any number of parliaments and congresses.

Liz scowls softly. It was stupid and sad and in her opinion completely unnecessary. "Should just leave well enough alone," she murmurs as she shifts to settle next to Yrael against the wall.

"They should," she agrees, softly. "But they will likely need help to see it. One moment-"

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."

Nikola watches the exchange with amusement. He also scents the blood before seeing the knife.

"Friend of yours?"

The blood scent of blood always earns Liz's attentions easily. Her mouth quirks into a lazy smirk as she watches.

"That is my kind of help." Just don't tell Anita...? Might be frowned upon or something.

"An employee of a friend, perhaps," Yrael grins. "Belladonna, who gave me the token that allows me a permanent door to this world, is the leader of the local assassins' guild. She's very adamant in her support of the mutant population and their rights in the political and social world."

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.

Nikola grins back. "A very good friend to have, then."

Liz's brow raises a little because the mention of a mansion looses her a little. Though it doesn't last long. Attention span of a cat and all. "So where to next, dears?"

"Coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde to clear the palate?" She suggests with a smile.

Nikola smiles and offers them each an arm. "Sounds fantastic."

Liz slides up to Nikola's side and around his arm with a grin. "Sounds perfect to me."

"Then, this way, my friends," she says, taking the vampire's arm and resting her hand on his.

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.

Nikola smiles as they approach. "I've always wanted to come here."

Liz's eyes are bright as she takes in more of the city. Traveling being difficult at best in her world, she rarely goes anywhere, so this trip means a lot to be able to go and enjoy. And the company is amazing too.

"It's so pretty, this town," she murmurs, almost thoughtfully.