Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Jack the Saxophone Player, Mortal?<br/>Mia Payroux, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>Jason, Sentinel<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Pat O'Brien's Bar<br/><br/>Jack only smiled and said, “I don't play for pennies either. And my audience isn't for the people, but rather the spirits and the<em>loa</em>of the city. I play to appease them and keep the city safe. Them Levies don't hold themselves up on their own, petite. Besides, we'll see one another again later for coffee.”<br/><br/>With that he opened his case up and pulled out a beaten up old saxophone that appeared to be in working order, though just barely. But as he put the mouthpiece to his lips and his fingers danced allowed a few tunes to just ooze forth like liquid sex. If the atmosphere at the bar had been relaxed before, then any tension was soon disappearing.<br/><br/>As he played, Mia's mage senses allowed her to see that there was more to the music than met the ear. But it was not magic, at least not of Atlantean origin. No this appeared to be something different and far older and much more natural than the magic she pulled down from the Supernal Realms.<br/><br/>As if to make his point, what appeared to be four spirits appeared above her coffee and danced along the rim. Water, coffee, liquor, and ceramic.<br/><br/>Belting out the same note over and over, Jack reached over and took his music case and slung it over his shoulder before he returned to playing then left the bar. His drink finished though for the life of her Mia wouldn't be able to remember when he had drunk it.<br/><br/>Just then, Jason, one of the many Sentinels that patrolled the area appeared in the doorway and as his eyes alighted on her, he stepped in and said, “There you are. I've been looking all over. Ximen is looking for you. I'm to escort you to her.”