The scene was not unusual to the streets of New Orleans.  A man lay in his own blood.  Fingers curled to ancient streets, black skin glistening from sweat despite the cool air of the winter months.  People screamed in the distance, sirens remained silent while the trumpets continued to play in some long distant parade or bar.  The party never stopped, only shifted location as violence dictated.  There had been much violence over the past months and this was just another dead body in a city full of them.  Sylvan could see the soft glow of gas lamps play off the thread bare hoodie the man wore.  A simple weapon of gray metal was worked in his hand.  Another shot rang out to pierce the flesh of the man on the ground.<br/><br/>Even at this distance Sylvan could see the man on the ground was dressed in older fashion.  A searsucker suit of plaid lines covered his body while the flesh became still.  Then the figure in the hood looked up with certainty and defiance.  He gave a laugh, a breath of enjoyment before lifting the gun toward Sylvan.  Bullets started to fly from the pistol in the direction of the wizard.<br/><br/>Morgayne was close enough now to hear the screams.  Incoherent and without direction, the cries were of self-preservation and shock.  Nobody knew the victim, at least nobody with enough concern to run toward the conflict or toward the police.  Instead people simple fled through the French Quarter and into the mass of human bodies that formed the party.  Somewhere distant was the sound of popcorn, small cracks of sound cutting through the cool, humid air.<br/><br/>Grace did not have to question long as she too saw the commotion.  The noise died away quickly as people found comfort in their herd once more.  People were quick to forget their danger when safe again.  Instead the party flexed slightly from the hysteria, but then resumed.  Only a few of the people who had fled the scene dared work toward an officer to report the incident.<br/><br/>---OOC---<br/><br/>Aspect on the scene - "Bullets are Flying"<br/>