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/>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/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/><br/>"Well son," Áfriorda said to Elijah, the only one who hadn't given his name or any other information for that matter. At least he hadn't admitted to being a killer, that one was a little disturbing. "It doesn't look like we have a lot of choice in this one... Just glad we're getting<em>something</em>other than threats, doom and gloom," she said, sounding cheerful enough for all the seriousness of the situation. "As for the Bound, I guess I haven't got much more than you," she sighed, "Demons trapped by the Atlanteans because even they didn't have the power to kill them." The thought of one of<em>them</em>breaking free was even more disturbing than knowing a huge, destructive storm was headed for New Orleans but the old lady got little chance to dwell on either because, suddenly, there was a very large dog sticking it's questing nose into her bag.<br/><br/>"Hey! Shoo... Get out of there!" She commanded, not afraid of the big dog - she'd lived around animals all her life - but worried about what it might do to her things.<br/><br/>"Hang on," she said, dragging the bag away from the dog's nose and digging around in it. "I know I've got something..." she produced a cheese sandwich in a little plastic bag. It was supposed to be her lunch. "Hungry aren't you?" She asked of the dog, then looked up to it's owner, holding up the food. "May I?"