[Sodium_noir] Babylon Bordello

[SN Storyteller]

Chaste Dragon 
Dhampir,Mage,others
Tellos, Panic,others
around 1:45am maybe 2am latest
  

He Forces his beast down and himself to move forward. He had faced Vampires of monsterous power what could be so much worse he neivly wondered. Saddly the one being he knew next to nothing of were mages or their powers over reality. He extends his will [using temp wp] and then forces hismelf to try and enter pushing almost phsyicaly it seems against the wards and dread that threatrened him. The senses were strange and part of him knew them others didint. He touches upon the final step and if need be will again force all the wieght of his will against any force against him to enter. 

Upon reaching the top of the steps Tellos is strck by a sense of vertigo. For a moment it feels as if the world slips sideways and his stomach flip flops as though he were on a roller coaster ride. When the sensation passes he is standing before the doors to the motel, with two pot plants as his companions. 

Realization comes with the achievment of the summit. Realization that this is not some building he was approaching, not bricks and Mortar alone. this edifice was the host to something from the abyss, a Spirit bound intot he mages home and doing its best to repell all intruders. He looks up and the windows seem like eyes. The whole place has taken on the appearance of fun faire haunted house, like something from a childhood he was glad he never experienced.

The Place glared at him and dared him to take another step.

Whatver was comming he would face it head long. The gloved hand he brings to the knob is actualy sweating barily keeping form shaking as he go's to turn it.

The door opened easily and suddenly the cloying terror passed. Tellos could taste vomit in his mouth and his balls ached from the tension but he had beaten it.

Or it had relented.

Either way, he opened the art deco doors and came face to face with a kid of around his own age smoking a Morboro. His clothes were dapper, a silk shirt and loose pants. Floppy dark hair and deep pools for eyes were set around and in a handsome face. This is what Tellos had sensed coming closer, a thrall of the Infernal powers. Like him, only with a different master. that much he knew.

He also knew they were not alone. He couldn't see it but some other unnammed sense detected a small Infernal presence on the boys shoulder. He holds out a highball glass with a honey coloured liquid and some ice.

"Either you're more in need of a blowjob than any man alive," The young man quips "or you really, really can't take a hint!"


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