Hocus Pocus Alakazam [Active/Closed]

[hasthecreepy]

Characters: Dr. Facilier, Wesker, Fawful
Location: Facilier's shop
Time: A day or two after this, nighttime
Content: Wesker comes by for a demonstration of Facilier's "services."
Format: Prose
Warnings: Look at the characters involved. Look at the characters involved.

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[aweskerdidit]

Wesker did not wait for people to let him in.

He strolled into the shop, still wearing his sunglasses, still decked all in black-- but this time, accompanied by a man. The man wore a suit and glasses of his own, and his jacket had a logo embroidered into the breast pocket. He walked with confidence just behind and to the side of Wesker, as though it were quite an honor.

"Doctor," Wesker said crisply. "May I introduce Mr. Darren Ferguson. He is employed as an accountant at the corporation I am invested in."

"Was employed," Ferguson corrected.

Wesker smiled. "My apologies. Formerly employed."

[wantsthecreepy]

Fawful did, indeed, 'straighten up,' not that it made much of a difference. He stood tall in his raggedy old cloak to eye the blonde man and his colleague entered the shop.

There were many things he would have liked to say to these two men, about their corperrashuns and sunglasses and overall haughty attitudes. Instead, Fawful fingered at the small laser in his belt under his cloak, and eyed Facilier to start off the conversation. Lord knew that Fawful wasn't much good at keeping a talk civil. Or sensical.

[hasthecreepy]

Facilier simply counted himself lucky to not have been in the way of the door when Wesker opened it. That would've been less than dignified.

The beginnings of a grin played at his lips as Wesker introduced his companion. Looked like he'd kept up his end of the deal. "Pleased t' meet ya, Mister Ferguson," Facilier replied with a shallow bow, as though the man actually mattered. He gestured towards the green kid. "This is Fawful, my...protégé."

Enough of the introductions. "Now, I understand y'all are wantin' a demonstration." He glanced at Wesker, though his words were addressed elsewhere. "Mister Ferguson, d'you believe in voodoo?"

[aweskerdidit]

Ferguson stared from his boss back to the strange "voodoo" doctor they had come to visit. It was apparent in the man's facial expression that he was no longer quite sure what to make of this.

"I don't believe in anything I didn't create for myself," he replied, his voice still holding the haughtiness that his body language did not.

"Mr. Ferguson is indeed quite the expert at creating his own fortune," Wesker added, almost complimentary. "Otherwise I would never have selected him for this particular position."

That seemed to swell Ferguson's ego a little more. "I trust I'll be very helpful to your goals, Mr. Wesker."