[centre][b]La Croix and Brigette Prologue[/b][/centre] "C'monnnn, it'lll be funnn!" The feminine figure stumbled about, spilling the rum from her flask as if it would never drain. It was there, but it also was not, everything appeared blurry. "Brig, you're drunk," replied another shadowy figure, this one dressed in a suit. "So??? Ahm always drunk! Everyone's always drunk! Fuck! Less juss do somethin'-- ANYTHIN'!" She wasn't human, she resembled a human, but her figure shifted as she moved, as if it was shaped by the background noise of existence, she appeared as though she was made entirely out of the things people dream of, and shadowy wisps wafted off of her being. "Pleeease Samedi???" A few other figures laughed off in the distance, the strange dimension seemed to distort sound as well as vision. These figures weren't humans, they were something that existed beyond... spirits, maybe? A low baritone voice boomed from darkness, "Sure Brigette, we'll play..." --- [b][centre]Present[/centre][/b] La Croix and Brigette had asleep for a while, La Croix from the stresses of incarnating into a human shell, Brigette from a hangover. La Croix woke first, and found himself... more than dismissive of the company he found himself in. He could deal with Brigette, but some of these ruffians... gave him an 'off' feeling. People spoke, people moved, things happened, and La Croix observed, for now. Lighting himself up a cigarette, he took note that wherever he was, whichever realm he was in, his cross pin had been taken from his mortal shell. He'd need to get that back. After a few puffs, he took note of Count Helcrests initiative with the maid, scoffing, and throwing the cigarette onto Brigette's drunken human shell, he followed behind behind the Count, flattening out the creases in his suit as he walked up to the two, "Quite-- I'd like to meet with her as well. Sort all this nonsense out." Turning to Count Helcrest, observing his armor, La Croix offered his hand for a shake, hoping the mortal would take it as a sign of manners, "Baron La Croix, pleased to make your acquaintance," --- Meanwhile, Brigette woke to the sound of her own blood pounding against her head. She was a fan of the feelings of drinking in a human body-- not so much the human hangovers. With bloodshot eyes, she wearily observed the room, before feeling around her dress for where she had left her flask. Hair of the dog would fix this feeling... Her search became more and more frantic-- she couldn't find it-- [i]where was her flask!?[/i] Half-drunkenly stumbling to the center of the room, she fell to her knees, shouting. "[i][b]WHERE ISS MYYY BOOOOZZZE!?!?!?!?!?![/i][/b]"