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/><strong>'Áfriorda' Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium</strong><br/>Mia Payroux, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Cafe du Monde<br/><br/><br/>"A naughty girl hmm...?" Áfríorda crooned as she scratched Horlicks behind the ears in an expertly manner. As she did so she became aware of the pink tips to the animals ears. That was very unusual and she filed it away for future reference. "Well I've always felt the plain, obedient ones get boring so very quickly. I had a dog once... Not a fine one like this. Scraggy mutt. Just appeared on the doorstep one day and he looked so hungry I couldn't help but take him in, had a big row with the husband too... I remember..." a smile settled on the old woman's face as she reminisced, "This business man. Tax person. Came to our house. Very<em>neat</em>fellow. Had one of them little black suitcases for his papers..." and so she went on, telling the young Goth girl how the dog had hidden its slime-covered, much-gnawed tennis ball in the tax-man's suitcase and then when he'd reached for his papers and got a hand-full of drool instead his face had been simply priceless. Of course that had only been the start of the trouble. The old woman told the story with obvious enjoyment sparkling up her eyes, laughing aloud in all the appropriate places and though she was rambling more than a little there was definitely a certain charm there. "Ah but it must be good to have a dog," she said, turning more serious. "I sometimes wish I still had one... Living alone in a city like this and some of those stories in the papers," she shuddered.<br/><br/>They pulled up to the café then. It was a testament to the drivers navigational skills that they actually arrived at the café<em>after</em>the people on foot did, though of course the traffic lights hadn't helped. Áfriorda paid the driver without so much as a glance at SJ, after all the girl had only stepped into the cab to help her, then climbed out of the vehicle with some difficulty.<br/><br/>She was just in time to see Obsidian stalk off and wondered what the hell was going on there, but figured it would have to wait.<br/><br/>"Hello again," she said pleasantly as she shuffled up to the ones who remained: the surly-looking man, the teacher, the Asian fellow and a colourful, be-dreadlocked girl she hadn't met before.<br/><br/>"Any clues so far?" She asked, eying the letter in Vulpes' hands.<br/>