[The first thing he notices is that his "friends" are no longer following him. Maybe he lost them, but he's sure he'd have heard them, felt them, as he ran blindly through the forest and instead they're just...gone.
That doesn't mean he isn't eager to get inside, though. Maybe he can lose the angry spirits in a crowd of this size, or at least slow them down. He's left struggling to come up with an admission fee while looking over his shoulder every minute or so.]
I've got a Tarot deck...old top hat, gator-tooth necklace...some smoke powder... Listen, friend, what do you say you let me duck in here a little while, and we'll settle up later? I ain't exactly kitted out tonight, but I've got some enchantments you'll be very interested in once I resupply.
b) [A house of mirrors seems like a fair place to spot anyone coming up behind him. At least, that was the idea. Now he's hopelessly lost in something any two-bit tourist should be able to navigate.
And his mind is starting to play tricks on him. Sometimes his reflection seems to be lit by that unearthly green, other-side light. Sometimes his shadow isn't alive anymore. Or it is, but it's reaching out to grab him. Or he doesn't have one at all.
This has not been his day.]
c) [Ok, Facilier has read this book before. He's written it before. These games are probably rigged ten ways to Sunday.
Still, he's parked himself near one of the dart games and is looking over the more supernatural prizes. One of these little trinkets is bound to make up for the amulet he lost, right?
It's borrowing Peter to pay Paul, but desperate times...]
Dr. Facilier | The Princess and the Frog
[The first thing he notices is that his "friends" are no longer following him. Maybe he lost them, but he's sure he'd have heard them, felt them, as he ran blindly through the forest and instead they're just...gone.
That doesn't mean he isn't eager to get inside, though. Maybe he can lose the angry spirits in a crowd of this size, or at least slow them down. He's left struggling to come up with an admission fee while looking over his shoulder every minute or so.]
I've got a Tarot deck...old top hat, gator-tooth necklace...some smoke powder... Listen, friend, what do you say you let me duck in here a little while, and we'll settle up later? I ain't exactly kitted out tonight, but I've got some enchantments you'll be very interested in once I resupply.
b)
[A house of mirrors seems like a fair place to spot anyone coming up behind him. At least, that was the idea. Now he's hopelessly lost in something any two-bit tourist should be able to navigate.
And his mind is starting to play tricks on him. Sometimes his reflection seems to be lit by that unearthly green, other-side light. Sometimes his shadow isn't alive anymore. Or it is, but it's reaching out to grab him. Or he doesn't have one at all.
This has not been his day.]
c)
[Ok, Facilier has read this book before. He's written it before. These games are probably rigged ten ways to Sunday.
Still, he's parked himself near one of the dart games and is looking over the more supernatural prizes. One of these little trinkets is bound to make up for the amulet he lost, right?
It's borrowing Peter to pay Paul, but desperate times...]
'Scuse me, my friend, how much for a turn?
d)
[Wildcard!]