Not only does this magical picture schtick continue to be creepy and improbable, so does Dr Facilier's insights. Now, Sans has no reason to disbelieve that this man can actually see the past and future, considering he's well accustomed to magic in all of its forms. But there is something a little bit more intimate about his presentation than the typical vagueries of a prophecy go. He's not sure how he feels about the interpretation of him having "gone maternal", but... having an idea of where he's going is accurate enough.
On thing is for certain: he certainly can't just be reading Sans's face. After all, his mouth doesn't even more when he talks. The thing that more betrays his discomfort with that whole spiel is that he quietly hopes nobody he cares about was close enough to hear that.
He watches the cards disappear, the lights in his eyes flicking upward to the voodoo man's face. If it works that well here...]
Heh. Not bad. But you know how it is. Can see yourself in anything if you look hard enough, right?
[Its a half hearted dismissal of Dr Facilier's reading - if this guy is a real fortune teller, he'll already know that he's correct without Sans's reaction. Even if Sans's ill ease during the actual reading hadn't already given it away.]
Good enough for an entry fee, anyway. But hey...
[He leans in conspiratorially, like he's telling a secret behind a cupped hand.]
Before you poke around too much, if you really want something out this place, you'd be better off going straight to the top. Then again, you seem like the kind of guy who'd know a rigged game when he sees one.
wow. dang. A++
Not only does this magical picture schtick continue to be creepy and improbable, so does Dr Facilier's insights. Now, Sans has no reason to disbelieve that this man can actually see the past and future, considering he's well accustomed to magic in all of its forms. But there is something a little bit more intimate about his presentation than the typical vagueries of a prophecy go. He's not sure how he feels about the interpretation of him having "gone maternal", but... having an idea of where he's going is accurate enough.
On thing is for certain: he certainly can't just be reading Sans's face. After all, his mouth doesn't even more when he talks. The thing that more betrays his discomfort with that whole spiel is that he quietly hopes nobody he cares about was close enough to hear that.
He watches the cards disappear, the lights in his eyes flicking upward to the voodoo man's face. If it works that well here...]
Heh. Not bad. But you know how it is. Can see yourself in anything if you look hard enough, right?
[Its a half hearted dismissal of Dr Facilier's reading - if this guy is a real fortune teller, he'll already know that he's correct without Sans's reaction. Even if Sans's ill ease during the actual reading hadn't already given it away.]
Good enough for an entry fee, anyway. But hey...
[He leans in conspiratorially, like he's telling a secret behind a cupped hand.]
Before you poke around too much, if you really want something out this place, you'd be better off going straight to the top. Then again, you seem like the kind of guy who'd know a rigged game when he sees one.