Only Sinn's hardened heart keeps him from out and out panicking blindly. He knows this place. The Land Below. The last time he only narrowly escaped. For a man raised from Hell, this cold oblivion is a terror in it's self. The sad fact is, it's nothing new.

The eternal river drags him on, down into the depths, inexonrable. Death has taken him. He rides the river down into death, the only way he could possibly face the Baron. He was right about one thing; he was willing to give his life. All that was left now was makign the sacrifice worth it.

In the darkness, Sinn could make out shapes in the water, profiles of figures he's known. Lives that he took. The towering form of a troll is near the front, an older man closer. Old, wise, and angry. Dozens more wait behind, the wraiths of those who want revenge on him. They've waited a long time for him to come back. Now they watch, watching him dragged into their realm, into their reach.

Sinn sits in the boat. Slightly hunched over with his arms resting on his legs. He scans the horizon. Once he's locked eyes with Julious and the old man standing up front, he doesnt take them off them. He lets out a short sigh.

Once he reaches the shore, he quietly steps off the boat, and onto the sand. Or whatever its supposed to be. It could've been bone dust for all Sinn knew, or cared. Wouldnt have suprised him though.

He stares coldly at the troll, and the old man.

Well?

The troll explodes forward, the massive black beast of a man slamming Sinn, sending him flying back, crashing into the water. A familiar place for him. He moved faster than could be believed. Faster than the eye could see. Lightning crackles around his massive arms.

The troll roars then steps back slowly, Sinn registering a subtle gesture from the man, almost diminutive in comparison to the specter of Julius. The figure steps forward, revealing the broken, burned husk of a man, the skin charred from most of his body. even with only half a face, Sinn cannot mistake the face of Henry Weissler.

I've waited a loooong time for this, you piece of filth.

Then you waited too long.

Sinn sends a bolt of fire directly towards Weissler.

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The fireball blasts out of the water and explodes just in front of Weissler, Julius' massive outstretched arm stopping it cold with a burst of lightning.

What? That's all? Did you think to kill me with a fireball twice!? I'm already dead!

Sinn jumps up from the water.

Well, shit.

Hadn't you heard? So am I.


Sinn luanches another spell ontop of them both.

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The massive fireball blasts out, but is again blocked by Julius, the troll roaring his rage as he slams the spell aside. He takes a step forward, intent on tearing Sinn apart, but Weissler holds up his arm. And again the troll stops.

You are not as powerful as you think. You've been dead long enough, you should know how little your "strength" matters here. Here, our power is greater. My power is greater. I'll enjoy watching you squirm in the water like the worm you are. It fits. you killed me with technology and treachery. A planted bomb. I'll destroy you with magic, for vengence.

The charred remains of the old man grin menacingly, daring Sinn to try it again.

Sinn doesn't bother to take a defensive fighting position. He takes two calculated steps towards shore.

I want to tell you how sorry I am Henry. But I know how that means nothing after all this time. All that time stewing. Trust me, I've done it. Mancuso sent me to you under the deal he'd make sure my son would be taken care of. After I killed you, he and Lucky betrayed me. And even all that was a plot of a madman to get me under his wing. Henry, ending your life was not what I wanted and had I known you, things would have been different. I am sorry, but Henry, my family is trapped here, not like you are, worse. Under his control and its all because of me. There is nothing that will stop me from saving them. As regretful as I feel about both of you, I have to pass. Let me through and I swear ill come back to settle this, if that's what you want.

Sinn waits for a response, never breaking the lock he has in Henry's eyes.

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Weissler looks at Sinn with a long, confused look, almost like he doesn't udnerstand what it is he's looking at. Julius, the raging bull behind, seems to become smaller, fading into the background. After a moment, the specter of Weissler shakes his head, as if coming out of a dream.
Perhaps you have changed. Have grown. Yes ... another time. We will settle this another time. You may pass. This time.

The specters fade away into the darkness, which parts after a moment, revealing a long, jagged tunnel of stone.

Sinn nods to the spectre.

Another time, Henry.

He steps onto shore and walks towards the cave as the others vanish. Once through the entrance images of his last encounter come to mind.

Geistwing.

The power hungry Noble Dragon who had they had given the cursed artifact to have it destroyed, but its power had consumed him, and ultimately led him to his death, that Sinn proudly and arrogantly claimed credit for, which ultimately had led him to his end.

I was an idiot.

He steps into the cave.

Sinn steps into the bar, wearing a black long coat and a matching top hat. His black slacks are new, as is the striped white shirt he wears underneath. The men in the bar all look up, the barkeep slowing his incessant wiping with the rag across the bar top. The bar is thick with smoke as almost everyone is smoking a cigarette, all with drinks in hand or in front of them, although none with the familiar bottless he is used to. Everyone has a drink of some liqour in a glass, and a number of card games are on goung at the tables. The place is dimly lit, with small lamps on the walls, the low tech lights bulbs casting an odd light about.

Most of them are looking suspiciously at the violin case he's carrying.

A woman on a man's lap giggles lightly at some joke, not noticing the dark man's entrance, and the conversations resume as normal, the piano player picking up the tune where he'd left of.

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Sinn glances around the bar. After a few moments he figures this is just an illusion of the underworld. Another test of his mettle. After everyone goes back to what they are doing, he finds teh first vacant seat and walks to it, while rifling through his pockets to see what else he may have on him.

Digging through his pockets, Sinn finds an old pocket watch, a box of matches anda pack of cigarettes, car keys, and a small derringer, as well as a money clip with a few hundred collars in it. The initials J.S. are initialed into the clip. In his coat pocket is a second revolver, as well as a flask of whiskey.

Sinn looks at the clip for a second. Trying to figure out where he is, let alone who he is. He sits and gauges his soroundings.

Alright, Im somewhere before the awaking obviously. No magic, I can feel it. And Im human. Discconcerning to say the least. Looks modern. Perhaps early to mid 1900's. And It seems Im the cliche mobster, judging by the gun and suit. Now, normally theres a connection. Keep your eyes open Jakob.

He sets the violen case next to him in the chair and tucks the money clip back into his coat. He almost looks for an AR screen on the table to place a drink order until it occurs to him again that he's in a much different time and place then New Orleans, 2070.

After sitting for a moment, a short blond in a dress and fishet stalkings walks up, chewing gum and preparing a pad of paper and pencil.
What'll it be suga'? she asks in a thick New York accent.

Sinn barely looks at her.

Whiskey, glass and a bottle.

She nods, seeming a little flustered ... scared.
Sure thing suga' ... just ... one minute.
She dissapears, coming back less than a minute later with a bottle of Jim Bean and a glass.
There ya' go. Sammy says no charge. He says that uh'.. the man you're looking for ... he's waitin' over there for ya ' .... fella in the corner.
She points to a far corner of the bar, a dark recessed area where no one else is sitting. In one of the ocrner booths, Sinn can just make out the sihlouette of a man seated.

Sinn looks up.

Thanks.

He stands up, judging by the womans reaction to him, he's sure no one will bother with his whiskey, he aproaches the man at the bar.

I take it we have bussiness?

The bar tender, a stout man with a thick black mustache and not much other hair wearing a striped white shirt and black vest, looks up from his incessant wiping of the top of the bar and nods quickly. His eyes don't quite meet Sinns as he looks up to him.
Yessir, that's right sir. Or rather, you and the Mister. Over there sir, in the corner booth. He said he'd take care of any drinks you wanted. On the house for you sir, no probleem, no problem!

Sinn walks to the man in the corner booth and stands at teh edge of the table.

So what am I here for? If you dont mind, Id like to get right to it.

A hand raises to indicate for him to sit, the man himself still shrouded by the shadows. Sinn can at least tell that he's wearing a suit, a charcoal gray from what he sees of the cuff.

As Sinn sits, he catches his reflection in the mirror, and gets some idea of what the wait staff may be apprehensive about. His eyes are dead. Dead white, the color gone, looking as if taken by a cataract. He should be blind.

Sit. A man's voice says. I have a need of a man of such specialized services as you offer. I have heard tale of your many .... successes. I need a reliable man. Take care of my business for me, and you'll be well rewarded. A cut above your usual rate, I think. He pats a black brief case sitting beside him on the bench seat.
Interested?

At seeing his eyes, he almost touches them. He looks to the man and listens as he speaks.

Certainly. But Im afraid things like overpaying me have a tendancy to make me aprehensive. I mean no disrespect as Im sure you meant not to make me suspicious. If you could explain this job further, perhaps introduce yourself. Id be much obliged.

He takes a seat calmly and allows the man the chance to speak.

As I'm sure you can understand, who I am isn't as much a point of our business as who I am interested in.

She's a royal bitch, so that should make things easier. They call her 'Bloody Mary.' Her husband, Lou, died two years back, and she took it on herself to take over the family business. Who ever had a problem wit hthe change in management ended up on the wrong side of a meat grinder. She's the lady in charge of this town now a days.

I'd like a little more breathing room. And a little more time breathing , if you get my drift..

As for the matter of payment...

The man picks up the briefcase, laying it on top of the table. The top towards him, he turns the dials until the case flicks open. He spins it smoothly, opening it to reveal a blakc caase, empty except for a single, small blue baby rattle.

Gabriel's rattle.

Sinn stares hard. A lesser man would've reacted. Only his heart lept for a second. He stays calmly in his chair. Half tempted to just take the rattle. He thinks better of it. Considering where he is.

Where did you get that?

The Bank. I made a withdrawl.
The case closes, the locks snapping shut.

We have a deal then?

We have a deal.

Sinn stands.

How do I contact you?

You'll find me here when the job is done.

Mary will likely be in one of two places; her home, south of Bourbon street, or at the meat packing plant, where most of their business is done. Beyond that, you could try her club, Bourbon in the Blood.

The Case slides back onto the bench.

I look forward to seeing you again Mr. Black.

Mr. Black? Oh come on..

Sinn nods and walks towards the door. After a moment he relizes who he's about to go after.

Youve got to be fucking with me. Bourban in the blood? Bloody Mary? I could have guessed.

He moves faster and walks outside, immediatley recongnizing his soroundings. Aside from the obvious technology change, New Orleans hasnt changed much in the future. A few of the old buildings from this time are still there.

He lights a ciggerrette.
Looks like Im going to see an old friend.

He heads to Bourban Street.

In some ways, Bourbon street looks exactly the way he recalled it, although with more dirt here, less than, a few more houses. Some that were once ancient and delapidated are new and elegant homes, with tall columns and elegant fences. There's less businesses here than he recalls, although the general layout hasn't changed.

Taking a few twists and turns off the main road, it isn't hard to spot which house the man meant. Although large old houses with fences aren't hard to find, there's only one with men in suits 'walking dogs' that look liek they'd each small children in a continuos walk around the large, treed yard.

The house is an impressive ediface of white, although well concealed behind trees. The family is definitely old money, with the plaque bearing the family's name on the stone wall just next to the gate. There's a gravel drive up to the house, and Sinn can jsut make out an elegant fountain where the drive meets the house.

He takes a look at the house, just scoping it out. Then decides to drive over to her club.

It takes a little more doing, a little more asking around to find the Bourbon in the Blood, especially for a man with dead eyes. The time of the Matrix and Google have yet to come.

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Blood in the Bourbon is actually the name of a ship, one of the water way Ladies that plies up and down the water front, a floating casino. She heads out at 6pm, comes back again at 8pm, and until 3am, the only other way to reach her is to take one of the smaller ferry boats out to her.

At the moment, she'd be docked at the wharf, getting ready for another wild night on the river.

Sinn aproaches the boat. Asking the first patron around.

How do I go about getting onto this boat tonight? There a fee to pay?

Near the dock where the boat is moored, there's a sign advertising the boat and her pleasures. Sinn easily finds a man in the same uniform as the one shown on the sign.

Well if you read the ....err... never mind. Five dollars will get you on Mister. What you do after that is between you and your pocket book. she launches at 6, on board or not. After that, it's anoher dollar to take the ferry out.

Sinn nods. Returning to his car. He drives around a bit, mostly killing time. Figuring he cant do anything until 6 anyway. At about 5:30 he returns to the boat and waits to pay and board the boat.

By the time he gets back there's a small crowd forming. Right at 5:30, the velvet ropes go down and people are admitted onto the boat. There's also the option to get a room on the river boat for another $10.

The boat is everything one would expect, with wine and whiskey, women in fish nets and beads, roulette and card tables a plenty, along with plenty of red and gold carpet. The joint is swingin' from the word go, people rushing in to indulge every vice available.

Well this certainly looks familiar.

Sinn wanders the boat, looking for the one he knows as Bourban, Reme Mayfair.

Strolling the the river boat, Sinn starts getting a strange, disqueting feeling. Something isn't quite right. The boat is everything he had come to expect fro ma classic river boat casino. If the era were right, there'd have been pictures of Sinatra. The place is classic mob, right down to the heavy set wise guys in one corner, sweating out in the southern heat. The place has none of the things he'd expect from Bourbon; no skulls, no dark colors, no hex bags. There's also a distinct lack of colored people.

Sinns feelings turn from an all around weird, to a bit of embarrassment. He'd completely missed something. There simply is no way that Remy owns this boat, nor is she on it.

Though it would have been nice to see her. He decides he'd better get off this boat. One of the waitresses tells him that the next boat wont be there till 7. He glances down at his watch.

6:52

When he looks into the distance towards shore, he can make out a small boat heading their way. He waits patiently at the edge of the boat for it to arrive so he can pay and leave. Just as he reaches into his pocket for his money clip, he notices the boats patrons. Several large mob goons, and one women.

She is tall, cream skinned, and had long, dark hair with a scarlett flower in it. There was no mistaking it. It was Miriam Kozlowski.

Bloody Mary.

Sinn waves off the man reaching out to take his money for the boat ride.

Changed my mind. I think Ill stay a while longer.

He moves out of the way to allow the goons and Miriam on the boat, watching her through his dead eyes.

It's nice to be a dead man sometimes. You don't panic when others would. Like say when a small boat carrying a half a dozen mobsters and a ruthless Dona pulls up to the boat you're on, or when those men start scanning the crowd. Or one of of the mobsters points his way, making a gesture that might signify a top hat, and the other mobsters start looking his way.

Sinn attempts to look inconspicuis, and lights up a ciggerette and puts his foot up on the edge of the boat, taking in the scenery.

And I thought Id gotten used to the initial shock. Oh well, I am human after all.

He feels strange thinking that to himself considering there was a time when he wasnt.

Sinn strolls passed them, smoking his ciggerette and tipping his at as he passes while they're surely staring at him.

Sinn strolls around the edges of the boat, trying to remain inconscpicuos. Behind him, he can hear shouts where the boat is docking, a few passengers shouting or crying out in surprise.

Sinn turns slowly, trying to see whats happening. Dabbing his ciggerette.

It takes a moment to see through all of the commotion and the crowd. Some people are shoved out of the way, falling in his general direction, although a good twenty feet away still. Sinn sees a wise guy shove his way past in suit and tie. He looks up at Sinn, yelling and pointing There he is

It takes a split second to see that he's pointing with a gun.

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Sinn lets out a lazy sigh.
Cant I just kill someone and be one with it? Always with the complications

Sinn draws his revolver and fires center mass at than pointing his gun at him.

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Two guns fire at almsot the exact same time, the sound of the rounds going off filling the night. Sinn has a split second to see the spray as his shot takes the man right in the heart, the gangster suddenly finding himself falling to the deck.


Shot at Sinn = 4 hits

Gangster Dodge = 0
Damage Resitance =1
Dead on the deck

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Sinn looks around for a door to run through, or some way to sneak around the goons.

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The first man dead on the deck , and Sinn with no new holes, turns, lookng for a place to run, maybe some cover. A little more forward on the ship, he spots a double door, headed inside, towards the casino area.

Sinn take only a split second to consider before he breaks away for a run towards the double doors. the casino will be a perfect place to lay low and sneak around, maybe even get Miriam from behind.