[Facilier had been a rather unnerving time of it, right before arriving in Wonderland. Honestly, when his "Friends" dragged him off, he hadn't really expected to wind up in some fancy mansion. This was the kind of place he'd always hoped he'd have for himself. Big mansion, plenty of riches, being equal to the obnoxiously rich white folks like La Bouff. If it hadn't been for the way he'd come here, he'd consider this a dream come true. Honestly, as punishments go, it's horribly fitting. He doesn't like it one bit.
This place reeks of magic, though, and if the Loa brought him here...well, he reckons there's nothing good in store for him. It's a trap- a real pretty one, but a trap all the same. He casts a glance at his Shadow, as it flits around the room nervously. In a silent command, it settles back into place where it belongs- no need to show all his cards, just yet. He makes his way over to the nearest person, all smiles. ]
Pardon me. Don't suppose you got any idea where we are. I jus' found myself here, and I gotta admit, I'm a little lost. If you could help a fella out, I'd be real grateful.
[B: I'll look deep inside your heart and soul]
[A few days in, Facilier stops waiting for the other shoe to drop. He doesn't know if the Loa meant for him to end up here, or if Wonderland's own magic somehow managed to hook him away from their grasp, but however the dice fell, this isn't the hellscape he was expecting. He can make a life here- what he has of it. Sure, he can't offer folk here all that much in the material sense, the closets see to that- he's still got plenty of schemes to fall back on. And so, he does what he does best. He grifts.
He sets himself up in one of the tea rooms, in a quiet corner. On his table, he's put a sign, offering up Tarot readings. It's not much, but it's a start. He shuffles them, occasionally adding a clever flourish, some sleight of hand, when someone gets a little closer. He flashes them that disarming smile of his, friendly as friendly can be. ]
Enchanté, don't suppose I could offer you a 'lil glimpse into your future? All it'll cost is a smile. [It won't.] Got to do something to keep the mind active, while were all stuck here, right?
[C: Wildcard]
[You got something else in mind? Drop it like it's hot!]
Doctor Facilier | The Princess and the Frog
[Facilier had been a rather unnerving time of it, right before arriving in Wonderland. Honestly, when his "Friends" dragged him off, he hadn't really expected to wind up in some fancy mansion. This was the kind of place he'd always hoped he'd have for himself. Big mansion, plenty of riches, being equal to the obnoxiously rich white folks like La Bouff. If it hadn't been for the way he'd come here, he'd consider this a dream come true. Honestly, as punishments go, it's horribly fitting. He doesn't like it one bit.
This place reeks of magic, though, and if the Loa brought him here...well, he reckons there's nothing good in store for him. It's a trap- a real pretty one, but a trap all the same. He casts a glance at his Shadow, as it flits around the room nervously. In a silent command, it settles back into place where it belongs- no need to show all his cards, just yet. He makes his way over to the nearest person, all smiles. ]
Pardon me. Don't suppose you got any idea where we are. I jus' found myself here, and I gotta admit, I'm a little lost. If you could help a fella out, I'd be real grateful.
[B: I'll look deep inside your heart and soul]
[A few days in, Facilier stops waiting for the other shoe to drop. He doesn't know if the Loa meant for him to end up here, or if Wonderland's own magic somehow managed to hook him away from their grasp, but however the dice fell, this isn't the hellscape he was expecting. He can make a life here- what he has of it. Sure, he can't offer folk here all that much in the material sense, the closets see to that- he's still got plenty of schemes to fall back on. And so, he does what he does best. He grifts.
He sets himself up in one of the tea rooms, in a quiet corner. On his table, he's put a sign, offering up Tarot readings. It's not much, but it's a start. He shuffles them, occasionally adding a clever flourish, some sleight of hand, when someone gets a little closer. He flashes them that disarming smile of his, friendly as friendly can be. ]
Enchanté, don't suppose I could offer you a 'lil glimpse into your future? All it'll cost is a smile. [It won't.] Got to do something to keep the mind active, while were all stuck here, right?
[C: Wildcard]
[You got something else in mind? Drop it like it's hot!]