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"I do enjoy a revel of all kinds," the man responded, taking a sip of the rum punch that did not seem to lower the level of the glass, the Hatian French accent transmuting the word to rev-val.

"Though like you, it is the passion that makes it interesting for me," he agreed. He nodded his head and for a moment there was the sense rather than the sound of drumming sounding out across distant cane fields and in forgotten swamps. Giselle was moving into a vicious solo, literal sparks flying from the metallic polish of her nails as she threw back her shoulders and hammered through the complex and ear shattering shred.

"Look closer though..." the man said, taking a theatrical drag on his cigar and blowing out a smoke ring. The ring continued to expand beyond what its merely physical properties should allow, reaching the size of a dinner plate. The ring framed Giselle for Aliyah vision, casting her in an aura of electric blue and the dazzling purple afterglow of lightning strikes. Around the aura something black and viscous, reeking of magic pulsed and throbbed attempting to close itself around the guitarist. It gouged at the aura, attempting to strike home, but rebounding of something like a scorpion striking at glass. Something kept it at bay, a something that some how put the pounding of distant drums into Aliyah's mind.


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Aliyah's companion shows her a dark force attempting to assault Giselle but being held in check.
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