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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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.

"It's one of the loveliest that I've seen," she says, smiling at the elegant second-story balconies, the elaborate wrought-iron railings and boxes of decorative plants designed to weather the winters with grace, listening to the ever-present music from street corners and from the doors of clubs. "It is full of life."

"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.

"Yes, let's."

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.

Nikola has amazing table snagging skills. So says the smug smirk that Liz has.

"It's very busy here. Must be amazing coffee and beignets." Yes, Liz is sad in her knowledge of the place's amazing stuff.

"World famous coffee and beignets," she grins as they take the table, and not just at the looks on their disappointed competitors' faces.

Edited Date: 2010-01-08 05:47 am (UTC)

Nikola pulls out chairs for them before taking his own seat. "It's one of those things you absolutely must do when you come to New Orleans."

Liz slips into one of the chairs with a grin.

"Well then I'll count my blessings I have such lovely guides to make sure I don't miss things like this."

A young man soon extracts himself from the hustle and bustle to come take their order.

"Beignets and coffee for three?" Yrael suggests, looking at her guests. Ordering is simple, at Cafe du Monde.

"How do you take your coffee?"

Nikola nods his agreement. "Black with sugar," he says. Strong too, of course.

Liz nods as well. "With cream until it's a caramel color," she answers with a smile.

"Cream for me, too," Yrael smiles up at the waiter, who thanks them and goes off to see to their orders.

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.

Nikola leans back in his seat, watching the activity around them with interest.

Liz probably looks like a kid in a candy store since they're just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere, or a very ADD cat. Hazel eyes darting from this or that only to return again, all with a smile on her face.

Yrael sits back, comfortably, smiling as she watches her friends watch the city move around them.

There are everywhere people talking, friends laughing, occasional strangers passing smiles to one another with a wry sense of bonhomie. The night is permeated with music: Jazz from the street corners and hole-in-the-wall bars, snatches of the deep bass pounding of dance music heard each time the doors of one of the larger, neon-lit clubs open. Calls of sellers in the French Market can be heard, selling fresh fish and foods and goods, both local and from every point of the globe. The aromas on the air are of sharp, dark-roasted coffee, of frying dough and carmelizing sugar, of slow-cooked rice, beans, spices and hot-pepper sausage from the cajun restaurant across the way, of people. The city is very much alive, and the not'cat smiles.

"How do you like my city, my friends?"

Edited Date: 2010-01-10 05:45 pm (UTC)

Nikola takes in all the sights, sounds, and smells with the air of someone who believes them all to be for his benefit.

"It's exactly as it should be."