Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Ximen, Heirarch of New Orleans<br/>Frederick, Heirarch's Provost<br/>Malachi, Chief Sentinel<br/>'Burin' Elijah Warden, Thyrsus Free Council<br/>'Vulpes' Prof. Elliot Van Graaf, Obrimos Guardian of the Veil<br/><strong>S.J. Jones, Acanthus Free Council</strong><br/>'Damon Jones' Tsutomu Fujimoto, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>'Obsidian' Reine Valentine, Moros Adamantine Arrow<br/>'Áfriorda' Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/><br/>SJ called Horlicks back and offered a kind of thanks to Granny and nodded, “She’s not vat ‘ungry ma’am’ bat we could do wif a snack…” The dog brought the cheese sandwiches over to the young woman and for a swap of a few dog biscuits they shared lunch. For a moment this mage had a feral look in her eye that would beat any werewolf.<em>This was her food now.</em><br/><br/>After a moment of embarrassment on her behaviour SJ swallowed the rest of the food quickly and pulled her hood back up, swallowing hard as she tried to stop her hiccups from eating so quickly.<br/><br/>She was not sure just how she felt about the others in the room; it would take time to work them out. One thing was for sure SJ was more uncomfortable about the man she assumed was a cop than she was about the killer.<br/><br/>“Well like I said…” SJ mumbled from under her hood,  the occasional remaining hiccup intersersed with her  words, “I don’t know me blaady arse from me fackin’ ...elbow about vis kind of magic staff. As I see it we are ap shit fackin’ creek wifauut a paddle. Dammit we aint even got ....a canoue.” The young mage had a few idea’s why they had been chosen but perhaps now was not the time to consider it seemed it was an offer they could not refuse. (There was a temptation to stick cotton wool in her cheeks, but that was likely not a bright thing to do.)<br/><br/>“Well … I am ready ta go bat, who is goin’ wif who?”<br/>