A Little Head Clearing

[Nox]

Nox laughed. "I'm sure the girls will definitely push things to the right direction. And I'll listen. This is as far beyond my normal." Nox gestured to the four figures on the screen. "I think the laptop is a little freaked out by not seeing crime scenes and maps and things." Nox knew he was rambling. It was a nervous trait. Not that Raffe made him nervous - more the opposite actually. Much like the day with Thalia. Strangers with whom he'd taken comfort in.

Nox took a deep breath before he started to answer Raffe's question. "Because it's obscure and if we interpret something wrong some nut isn't going to come down on my head." Nox looked over at Raffe with a wide smile. "I mean how many people could be die hard Egyptian myth freaks and come to a place like this. Not impossible, but probability is in my favor. Most scholars don't show their kinky sides."

Nox leaned back and spun his tale. Walked the little figures on the screen through the basic movements, they weren't dancing, and they weren't sexy but it was placement that matter. All in all it was a sad love story, and after Nox told Raffe he added, "I grew up on the tales of gods, on how they were evil, and they needed to be eradicated, and if they ever showed up again that they needed to die to save humanity. That's all I grew up on - live in the shadows to save the people who live in it from the monsters. So here I am, an ex-Atharim, still fighting monsters as one of the monsters putting on a show about gods long forgotten." The irony was the humor in it.

Nox added as a side note to Raffe with a smile. "I was thinking lots of body paint for the majority of the costumes - subtle but revealing. And it gives me the ability to add to the lore of the story."