Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Jack the Saxophone Player, Mortal?<br/><strong>Mia Payroux, Mastigos Silver Ladder</strong><br/>Jason, Sentinel<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Pat O'Brien's Bar<br/><br/>New Orleans was never a city known for being normal.  The weird happened here and there was little that could be done to change that fact.  From voodoo priestesses to Lucky Dog races, the city was rife with oddities.  Mia merely had to catalogue this saxophone player as another oddity.  Another mystery to be understood at a later time or to remain unsolved when the city sank under the water.  Either option meant little to her at the moment while she listened to his song and watched the spirits dance.  The gift of true magic only made her more aware of the strange nature the city held, but never surprised her.  A smile touched her mouth before she wiped at the dancing images so she could taste her drink once more.<br/><br/>The presence of another seeking her did surprise her.  Mia was not exactly the kind of person many people summoned for something important, or even for something unimportant.  Yet she knew when there was a time to argue and a time to follow.  So her knuckles rapped on the bar top and then gestured to her coffee.  “I need a to-go cup over here!”<br/><br/>Irish coffee secure in her cup, she cradled it between her fingers while following after the other man.  “She’s not gonna keep me past my gig is she?  I got a serious time frame going on here.”<br/>