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[favourpurveyor]

What do you want on your tombstone?In all honesty, I don't suppose I shall get one. The last time I died, my body was... disposed of, and, so Old Bailey tells me, finished up in the hands of the Sewer Folk, before he bought it from them

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[5min_freestyle]

Well if they do manage to get you a headstone, you should really try to get a grand New Orleans style funeral to go with it. They really know how to throw a funeral...not that I could die either but if it was possible, that'd be the way I'd like to go out.

[favourpurveyor]

I can't say I've ever been to New Orleans. Do tell me more.

[5min_freestyle]

"I feel like a fool so in order not to be crass, did you mean New Orleans itself or more about the funeral," Cupid grins,and seeing that hie acquaintance will not be to put out if he does it, Cupid makes his own wings disappear.

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis shrugs. "Either. Let's say the city itself, though."

[5min_freestyle]

“Well let’s see…New Orleans, to me anyway, represents the best of both worlds-pagan and Christian alike. It’s a hodgepodge of every race and nationality coming together, not always in a good way but they the residents tend to work that stuff out between themselves. Oh and there is the Cajuns-a lovelier and more livelier group of modern peoples I have never met. They really know the meaning of hospitality. The cathedrals, even though I really don’t go in them, are beautiful and the magic…gods the aura of magic can be seen from miles away. It’s almost a head rush just coming near that city,” Cupid pauses in his ramblings to study the Marquis and let him respond.

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis waits patiently for Cupid to finish talking, then smiles. "It sounds almost like the Underside, in a way."

[5min_freestyle]

Cupid sits down on a nearby chair as he responds.

"Hmmm I guess in a way it does, doesn't it? So, how are you liking all the new people you are meeting?"

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis takes his cue and sits down in turn.

"Oh, everybody seems more or less pleasant", he answers casually.

[5min_freestyle]

"Ahh then you have only seen the nicer side of things. There's quite a few nasties running about as well."

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis stiffens only very slightly. "I was referring to people I've spoken with. I'm aware that the likes of Belasco are also here."

[5min_freestyle]

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything or make you upset. Just making conversation," Cupid sits up straight as well.

"Care for an ale or glass of wine?" Waiting for an answer before attempting to produce the beverages out of thin air.

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis shrugs it off. "Think nothing of it. Wine for me, please."

[5min_freestyle]

Feeling better about the conversation already, Cupid crosses his legs in the chair,sitting Indian style, as two glasses of wine appear in his hands. Handing one to the Marquis,"hope you like Merlot."

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis takes the glass of wine with a genuine smile. "An... angel of taste, I see."

[5min_freestyle]

Well when you live this long you acquire certain tastes but...if truth be told, I rather like the ales more," Cupid grins, taking a sip afterward.

[favourpurveyor]

The Marquis smiles back. "Don't feel under any obligation to drink wine just because I am, if you prefer ale."