Brief
The sun is just creeping over the horizon in St Louis, Missouri. Life is just starting to wake up while a certain cat has just completed a job for his gang the Marigold
Nicodeme, or Nico for those close enough to know, has just settled into his hammock in the bayou. Nestled between two trees at the edge on the water where gators might be lurking in the murky waters. But for Nico, he isn't afraid of them. In fact on slow days he might consider wrestling one for sport and fun. This morning, he's ready for a nap.
As the morning light barely pierces into the swamp you someone found your way to him. Whether on purpose or not, only you know. You see the large cat nearly sleeping, one leg dangling off the edge of his hammock.
Are you lost? Will you ask him for directions back to the city? Or do you need to speak with him for a reason no one else but you know?*
In the too early glow of the morning sun, the bayou whispers noises of wildlife and Voodoo
"Yeah... I hear yew. Sound like someone fighting dere way through hell rather dan the swamp"
His southern cajun accent is low and lazy as he sits up with half an eye open before letting out a quiet groan of displeasure
"Oh...mon ami, to what do I owe dis... pleasure?"
He asks teasingly with an underlying current of annoyance.
