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Truer words. [Her elbows settle in at the edge of the table. Honestly, if showmanship's his gig and his skills match well enough, she might have to recommend Facilier to Victor sooner rather than later.]

Shall we, then? Not trying to rush through foreplay but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in seeing what you're capable of.

[He gives her a wide smile, finishing shuffling his cards with a flourish any car shark would be proud of, fanning them out to her]

Best get to business, right? Just pick three, please.

[And she obliges without any further delay, noting the deftness of his movements when she taps three cards from the farthest points away from one another-- both ends and the solid middle. Not without consideration or ceremony.]

[With a flick of his wrist, the rest of the deck vanishes from Facilier's hand. He spreads the three Chloe has chosen face down onto the table]

Let's see what we've got here.

[He turns the first card over, though upside down, it shows Chloe in a magicians outfit. Facilier peers at it for a moment, before beginning to speak]

Your life is full of trickery and deception, both of your own and the kind inflicted on you. [A wave of his hand and people flit through the background of the card. There's Lazarevic, and then a second later, there's Harry. Finally there's Nathan, his head turned away from her, to stare instead at a silhouette in the distance.]

You were betrayed by your partner, so he could do the right thing. Your partner got killed for that naivety, thanks in part to the fella you were under for many years. Found yourself another partner, and got your heart all broke up in the process.

[Another flick of the hand and there's Nathan again, this time with Charlie and Sully. Facilier exhales softly because at least now he's got to the root of her issues with magic.]

Ya'll ran into trouble with some genuine magic, with a little added trickery thrown in. Nearly lost someone very dear to you because of it. Explains a lot, really.

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[The shift in her expression is instant: to his retelling of events she's never discussed with the friends of hers that were there for it much less with anyone else, and to the images on those cards that-- well, there's no denying that they're genuine. That they're not him reading her expression with vague remarks about trouble in her past or complex relationships. That he's not the sort of conman she'd expected and there's no bullshit on the table.

Her shoulders go sharp-- brow low, the muscles of her jaw tense and working-- like he's offended her or something close to it. Or possibly that she'd like to leave. A recommendation can be passed on with what she's seen, it's not as if she needs to stay for anything else. ]

You were telling the truth.

Never told you any different.

[He's watching her carefully, it matters little to him if she wants him to continue or not. Her present and past are in his cards now regardless, he has the information he wants. However, she could be much more use to him bringing work his way, so he'll take this carefully.]

Would you like me to stop?

[He doesn't earn a response right away. Her eyes stay trained on the table and the sharp angles of his hand-- jutting bones under skin-- and there's the obligatory moment where she has to weigh curiosity versus concern: he's already in possession of her more personal memories, it's safe to say the damage is done.

And much as she might want to wash her hands of it, it seems a shay to pay the bill for a product she has yet to fully claim. Never let it be said Chloe Frazer isn't a practical woman when it comes to business. If she can compartmentalize enough to make it business, that is.]

No. It's fine.

[And she does, genuinely-- more importantly-- want to see the last card reserved for her future.]

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So long as you're sure.

[Even he can at least feign sympathy. He turns the middle card over, there's Chloe and Charlie, they hold a cup in each hand, four altogether]

You've got something of a stable life here. You've started lookin' out for other people, for the sake of your partner, doin' things for the sake of good. You don't feel settled in this life, though. It feels stagnant to you, like you're losin' who you really are for the sake of avoiding bein' alone.

[Rather than paying close attention to the card, the images presented get the point across well enough: Chloe glances off, listens without argument or protest as he carries on.]

Are the cards usually this dramatic? [Piss poor joke.]

[He gives a soft chuckle in response.]

Oh occasion. Sometimes they're a little more, sometimes they're a little less. All depends on the client, and the life they've led. [He taps the final card.] Or will lead.

[This time she's watching.]

Go on, then, darling. Don't keep me in suspense. [Or do, she's not sure she's ready for this.]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[He turns the final card over. Upon it is a faceless angel, playing a trumpet. On one side of the card stands an open door, on the other, Charlie. Chloe stands in the middle.]

You'll come to a crossroads in your life, even here. A choice to continue the life you have now, this new community that you've become a part of, or to go home, and forget everything. You could go back to the life of thievery you know so well, but everything you've built here, even your time with him will be gone.

'Course, if you choose to stay here, you'll eventually have to settle down to the life of domesticity, one way or the other. Ain't no place for people like us, in a world like this.

Ah.

[Well that's...it's something, isn't it? Not what she was hoping to find, though the more she sits, staring down at that lone card weighing her options, the more she's certain no future would have really satisfied anyway.

Meaning she's not exactly better off than she was when she first strolled in, though his demonstration proved useful enough. She'll toss out a text to Victor about a potential bit of talent soon as she's back out in the open.]

Well I've never been much good at cards, anyway. [Deflection's the right tactic to take, yeah?] Thanks for the show - top notch work.

I do what I can.

[There's a subtle pause, as if he's considering something]

Our mutual...interests aside, I still hold true to what I've side before. I do have a knack for changin' things 'round for people. In case you'd ever be interested in such an option.

[He gives a shrug] We look out for our own right? Sometimes even when sentiment ain't exactly somethin' in our best interest.

[Considering that she's always been on the receiving end of what magic has to offer-- a fact the pair of them know by now-- it shouldn't be an option she considers. Then again, if she was really interested in seeing his slight of hand capabilities and no curiosity existed beyond that point, she never would have stayed for the end of the performance.]

And if I gave the go ahead how exactly would you do that?

[Oh he really does, and there's the slightest hint of surprise in his expression at her answer.]

All depends on exactly how you'd like things to be changed. There's very little beyond my abilities, though. 'Course, ain't nothing in this world for free, you of all people know that.

[Chloe scoffs at that, the edge of her mouth pulling up into a grin.] So I do - and I imagine costs are steep.

On occasion. The...Friends I got my powers from ain't exactly what you'd call fair loan sharks. The price has got to come from somewhere. [Preferably not him ever again.]

No such thing as a fair loan shark to begin with. [When it comes to the magical sort, well, she's fairly certain she doesn't want to know what the docket was.

But then there's still the matter of magic itself. That for once she's got a chance at turning cards and while it's never worked out favorably for her in the past, being on the receiving end is different than having the wheel under your palms. And after a year and a half of residing in Exsilium, watching the supernatural benefit and harm in equal amounts on the regular means it is, to some extent, a way of life here. Whether she cares for it or not, in a jam like this there's-- if she's careful...]

Something small, then. No calling up the Fates on speed dial or anything like that. Just-- [Chloe taps the end pair of cards meaningfully, willfully incapable of spelling out specifics regardless of how much he knows at this point. Personal business never was her forte.] no more of this.

Ain't the Fates I deal with anyhow. [And he sure isn't planning on calling those guys up any time soon if he can help it. They could still be looking for him.

Still, he sits back, looking at her cards thoughtfully for a moment.]

How about I take that apprehension away? Make it so ya'll can settle in this new life you've made for yourself without feeling like you're missing out on the old one? Take away that wanderlust a lil'.

[He gives a shrug.] It's that or remove your new life completely, and I don't think you're in the market for that kind of thing.

[Screw it. ]

How much?

I find favours a handy little means of currency here. 'Specially given how quickly circumstances can change.

Seeing as how I'm getting you work, I'd say that's a rather hefty favor already. [Sorry Facilier, some instincts can't be turned off. ]

[He flashes her an easy smile.]

Could be, can't say I've decided what it'll be yet.

In other words, that's a 'no', isn't it. [Oh, she knows he's asking for a blank check. Chloe purses her lips, mulls it over whilst wearing an easy enough smile. ]

How big of a favor are we talking, then? I need some idea of what I'm passing you, after all.

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