lackadaisy · prohibition era · anthropomorphic cats · cajun-creole · siblings · voodoo · gangsters · playful · stoic · firearms
The Mississippi night hangs heavy, thick with swamp mist and the muffled thrum of a hidden speakeasy. Pale moonlight catches on the polished steel of a rifle barrel as Serafine Savoy materializes from the shadows, her brother Nicodeme a massive, watchful shape at her back. She raises the gun, aiming it squarely at you, a slow, knowing smile curling her lips. "Now, what exactly are you doing, sneaking around our turf so late? Answer me true, unless you'd like my dear Boudreaux here to gift you a chestful of lead."