Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Drakon, Magister Mundi<br/>Alexandra, Apostate<br/>Jack the Saxophone Player, Mortal?<br/>'Burin' Elijah Warden, Thyrsus Free Council<br/>'Vulpes' Prof. Elliot Van Graaf, Obrimos Guardian of the Veil<br/>S.J. Jones, Acanthus Free Council<br/>'Damon Jones' Tsutomu Fujimoto, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>'Obsidian' Reine Valentine, Moros Adamantine Arrow<br/>'Áfriorda' Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium<br/>Mia Payroux, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Cafe du Monde/Woldenberg Park<br/><br/>After some trouble keeping everyone together, Afriorda and S.J. took a cab to the Cafe Du Monde and everyone else walked. Shortly before they had left though, one of the city's Sentinels arrived with Mia Payroux and said she was another on the list wanted by the Hierarch for this job. Burin explained the situation to the best of his ability, trying not to color things with his bias of the job before they departed.<br/><br/>Upon arrival at the Cafe Du Monde, they didn't have to stand around long when one of the barrista's, his long hair in dreadlocks held back by a ribbon, keeping it in a ponytail tossed the closest party member a letter then said, “De boss man, he be waitin' on ya in de Park. Woldenberg Park. Go down dat way to St. Pete's den hang a left. He be waitin'. Ya be blind if'n ya can't see 'im.”<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The three figures stood on the open green of the park overlooking the river. All three were giants in their own right, but in different ways. The two in trenchcoats were tall and powerfully built. Though openly armed, people around them seemed to avoid them. Giving them a clear berth as if they were an ingrained feature of the park. Much in the same way that one might avoid a large cluster of rocks.<br/><br/>“Will things hold as they are?” asked the smaller man, holding his saxophone gently in the crook of his arm.<br/><br/>“No. And the amount of magic needed to make them hold would shatter shortly after the storm passes due to Sleeper Disbelief. There are far too many who know that the Levees won't hold up under any amount of stress.” said the huge man who held his hands behind his back.<br/><br/>“Thousands will die. Either as a direct result of the Hurricane that the mortals are calling Katrina, the Eater temporarily throwing off his shackles, or the levees failing.” said the woman coolly as if talking about the latest sports news.<br/><br/>“No. Thousands will die between the hurricane and the levees failing. Those that come into contact with the Eater will simply cease to exist. Their very essences having been too fragile to be in close proximity to one of the Bound.” corrected the large man.<br/><br/>“And what do you expect that these children can do to stop<em>him</em>or help us in our struggle against the Bound? None of them have any power to really speak of.” said the woman.<br/><br/>“Nothing. I'm not going to have them try and fight<em>him</em>. No, Tseng will get his in time. And we all know that only three people currently in the city have enough power to handle one of the Bound and not have their very essences absorbed in the battle outright. No, it's because of their lack of power that they'll be able to keep this city glued together if they play their cards intelligently.”<br/><br/>“What do you mean?” asked the woman.<br/><br/>“They will have to keep the various supernatural factions of the city from going to each other's throats and doing Tseng's work for him.” said the large man as he turned to face St. Peter St.<br/><br/>“So the cannon fodder has finally decided to show itself. Took her long enough to get them on their way.” said the woman.