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[Facilier just stands there, glowering at the empty space where he assumes his mun is and not saying much of anything. Admittedly, this isn't exactly what he'd been expecting when his time finally ran out. But, he supposes, it's much better than the alternative. Eventually, he speaks up, his tone even with just a hint of bitterness.]

Fine. I'll play your game, boy.

Just don't expect to be comin' out on top at the end'a this.

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[arach_nerd]

Wait. Hold up a sec. This is the hell that evil voodoo magicians get sent to when they break their deals?

...that sounds about right.

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[He's just gonna stare for a second because man what is going on with that outfit, before regaining his composure.]

Evil's a real controversial word. One man's good is another man's evil, and I'm not the kind to go stickin' my hand into that whole mess now am I?

I'd prefer 'entrepreneurial'.

[arach_nerd]

[You of all people do not get to comment on his outfit Facilier]

You tried to feed souls to a bunch of dark voodoo gods pal. That's kinda emphatically evil.

That, and I'm pretty sure you've never actually earned a doctorate in anything. Not actually evil, but pretty dishonest.

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[Chicks dig the hat, alright?]

Dark gods? Dark gods, he says! Who's been fillin' your head with all that nonsense?

I'm just a showman, tryin' to make an honest buck. No foul in that, now is there?

[arach_nerd]

Yeah, see, it turns out that I'm not an idiot and also way more knowledgeable about the whole mystic side of the universe then I really should be. And one thing I do know? The good spirits don't drag people screaming into the bowels of hell.

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I never asked for your opinion, boy.

Never asked for a conjure lesson from a gangly kid in a masquerade outfit, neither.