Bringing A Little "Spirit" To Town

[voodoodoctor]

Who:  Facilier and Anyone
What:  Making his presence known in grand style and looking to make some connections with the people already here.  Perhaps even make a deal or two.
Where:  Either at his office within the castle or his shop outside the castle.  His shop, like other businesses tends to move around though it always seems to pop up where and

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[puyopuyoflame]

Sometime around the afternoon of a Monday, Facilier might find his door was smash open by none other than a very perky young blond.

"Good afternoon! I saw the fliers and I wanted to introduce myself!" She exclaimed with much perkiness.

She cleared her throat and, "Hello, the name's Amitie and I've been a student here for a pretty long time!"

[voodoodoctor]

Well, it was certainly not the entrance he'd been expecting but at least there were no torches or pitchforks on the other side...though the petite, blond was arguably just as surprising. His brow arched a moment before turning and smiling. Cane in one hand, he removes his hat and gives a courteous bow.

"Bonjour, little lady. How kind of you to make a man feel welcomed."

[puyopuyoflame]

She giggled, "You're welcome!" Though she doesn't understand the french... No, seriously.

She curiously stared at the placed items all over the room, for some reason, they seemed very familiar to her. "Do you do dark magic?"

[voodoodoctor]

While the smile never left his face, he did find it interesting that someone that young would ask such a question. Then again, children were often the most honest people you could meet, sometimes brutally so.

"What I do, my dear, is help people to get the things they want."

[dime_is_mine]

Interesting. Very interesting. Was this competition to her magic shop? Someone else lured in by that crazy clown? It was an intriguing offer no matter what the reason, and it would be best to learn what was brewing. Folding the flier she had find outside of her shop, she said goodbye to Poe, and hopped on her broomstick. A little investigation was needed.

Once she had flown to his shop via broomstick, she hopped off onto the ground, her high heels clicking. Confident, she knocked on the door, and cleared her throat. "Dr... 'Facilier'?" She asked. "Are you in there?"

[voodoodoctor]

"Come in, come in," a deep, smooth voice called out from the other side.

When she opened the door, she'd find the walls covered in all manner of knick knacks, draperies, and other voodoo paraphernalia. Even with the door open, the inside was strangely dark and carried an air of mystery.

[dime_is_mine]

Nice decor. She recognized a few objects here and there, but it was mostly guesswork all around. There was dark magic to be found here.

The best kind of magic, she noted.

Holding her broomstick securely in one hand, she continued walk further inside, curiosity rising. "I've come to ... welcome you, to Zenithia."

[voodoodoctor]

"How very kind of you."

The voice now came from behind her at the door. The tall man, made even taller by the top hat he wore, grinned as he leaned on his cane, the door sliding shut seemingly on its own.

July 4th, Noontime

[stfu_im_praying]

"...this has got to be some kind of a fucking joke.", Hidan muttered, as he stood in front of Facilier's door.

Then again, he was wondering on what this was about. Earlier in the morning, he had stepped on one of those fliers while walking around in the castle. Usually, he'd pick one up, read it over, and then throw it away after having to dismiss it as "useless" when he was back in his home world. But, for today, he seemed a little curious, so he decided to check it out.

He looked over the flier one last time before he sighed and kicked the door open.

"OI! Anybody in here?", he yelled.

Re: July 4th, Noontime

[voodoodoctor]

Sitting at a desk directly across from that door, the tall, slender figure of Facilier smiled knowingly as he stared across the room at Hidan. It almost seemed as though he were expecting him.

"Evenin'."

Re: July 4th, Noontime

[stfu_im_praying]

Hidan stared back. He didn't know quite what to make of him. Although, the only thought in his mind at the moment is why he was wearing that get-up.

"Yeeeah, 'sup.", he said as he stepped inside. "The hell kind of doctor are you, anyway?"

Re: July 4th, Noontime

[voodoodoctor]

"The kind that likes to help people, of course. I don't think there's really any other kind, is there?"

The 3rd, morning

[mr_mildmannered]

Superman greatly disliked litter.

As fliers fell from the sky, he did his best to gather them up, lest they become a nuisance to the public and the wildlife. Considering how much time he'd spent getting the city cleaned up after the Heartless attack, the last thing he wanted was for the place to be covered in litter.

However, there seemed to be more of them than even he could safely gather and dispose of.

"...work is in vain indeed." he muttered, reading one of the fliers with a slight 'Hmph'. He was a big believer in hard work bringing about all earthly dreams - this flier seemed to be sending the wrong message. Of course, it was just for fun, probably. Kind of like the 'Ask Miss Cleo' phone line from back in his world. Still - at the very least, the littering didn't sit well with him so he decided to pay Mr. Armand Facilier a visit to talk about it.

He set down gently on the doorstep of the shop, early on Saturday morning. Giving a polite knock, he called "Dr. Facilier?"

Re: The 3rd, morning

[voodoodoctor]

The door opened and a tall, angular man in a high top hat stood before him, large smile on his face.

"Welcome, welcome. I see you've collected quite a few of my fliers."

Well, he doesn't have the Jamaican accent. Sorry. He sounds cordial enough though.

Re: The 3rd, morning

[mr_mildmannered]

"There are quite a few to collect." Superman replied. "Maybe a few more than is really neccesary? I'm not sure about where you come from, Dr. Facilier, but in my world, it would be called littering and is considered something of a nuisance."

All said in conversational tones of course - absolutely non-threatening and without any hint of accusation. He wasn't here to make an enemy, after all. Just to voice a concern.

Re: The 3rd, morning

[voodoodoctor]

"I certainly understand your concern and applaud your diligence, but you can rest easy knowing that the fliers will be gone come this week's end."

Smiling casually, both hands rest on the head of his cane.

[opossumknight]

With a panicked yell, Sparkster came crashing into Dr. Facilier's shop. He tumbled face first into the ground. He groaned while rubbing his chin, a flier stuck to his face.

He had been outside, flying with his jetpack when the paper slammed into his face, temporarily blinding the knight and provoking him to crash.

He peeled the flier off to find the store was now a pile of rubble that he was indoors now.

[voodoodoctor]

He'd also find himself laying at the feet of a rather tall, slender man; his cane was mere inches from the knight's head. Of course, Facilier has had several kinds of entrances thus far so at the very least, he's not too surprised.

"Do you need a hand?" he asked with an amused grin.

[opossumknight]

"I'm fine," Sparkster replied flustered. With a wobble, he stood up and brushed himself off.

"Forgive me for barging in," he apologized. "I couldn't see where I was going." It could of been worse. At least he didn't break any property.

[voodoodoctor]

"It's quite alright. I'm somewhat used to it. Was there anything I could help you with?"