Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Ximen, Heirarch of New Orleans<br/>Frederick, Heirarch's Provost<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/><strong>'Damon Jones' Tsutomu Fujimoto, Mastigos Silver Ladder</strong><br/>'Obsidian' Reine Valentine, Moros Adamantine Arrow<br/>Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/>Tsutomu took a sip from his glass, courtesies had to be met as a guest even if the host was anyone else but the Heirarch.  It had been fairly well made by his estimation if a bit heavy on the brandy.  His attention though was focused on what the Heirarch had to say.  Personally, there was no where else he had to be at the moment.  Disaster always brought the opportunistic out of the shadows to feed and certain people on the force were following suit.  All there was back at his office was more paperwork to sift through, enough to match the incoming storm.<br/><br/>When the Heirarch tossed the bag, Tsutomu caught it and set his drink on the sidetable.  He checked the contents, it smelt of mana even without the need of using a Seeing.  Tsutomu frowned, there was more in the bag than he had seen ever freely being passed from hand to hand even between Masters.  Whatever the Heirarch and the Magister wanted done was either very large or they had a habit of overpaying for work done.  There was little hope in betting for the former.<br/><br/>He put the bag into his pocket and ignored its heavy weight.  This was merely another job his superiors wanted done, regardless of personal opinion of difficulty.  Tsutomu nodded as he spoke in a tone honed from many years of bobbing his head in the affirmative to get through meetings, "As you wish, Heirarch."  After the Heirarch left, he looked at the motley crew the Magister had seen fit to assemble.  Quite the eclectic cast...<br/><br/>"Let's avoid doing anything illegal just yet..."  Tsutomu frowned disapprovingly at the little one with the atrocious excuse for an accent as she spoke about hotwiring a car.  The last thing IA needed was for one of their own being caught joyriding in a stolen vehicle.  Good for a laugh but bad for his reputation.  He straightened his suit jacket which was wilting slightly.  Tsutomu was still on the clock so he was still quite formally dressed, in his usual grey two piece with a red tie on white shirt.  "Besides we're hardly the oddest thing to wander the streets.  So let's just have a nice and simple walk over.  If there's trouble, a car's not going to be too much help."