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.
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.
[He can't help but smile. It's rare he gets to make a deal with anyone who can see through his carefully constructed words. It's almost fun, being kept on his toes.]
Seen as you're helpful enough to find me some work, I can see to givin' you a fair deal. [A pause.] Fairer than most folk, anyway. It'll be nothing life threatening or changing. You got my word.
[It's what grifters live for, isnt it? Risk, challenge, reward: and while Chloe's habitually cautious, there's no denying the years spent-- continually spent-- gambling with as much security as she owns.]
[It's even more rewarding in a place like this, where you never really knew what people were capable of, with all the different worlds represented here. Facilier offers her a hand.]
[The best life choice. After the handshake is done, Facilier waves his palms over his tabletop. In a plume of purple smoke (and more importantly, very stealthy sleight-of-hand) a necklace appears on the table. Leather for the chain, with an interesting charm hanging from it.]
There you go. This'll take away all those restless feelin's you've been having. All you got to do is wear it.
[Not to rain on his kindness parade (or lack thereof) but at the sight of a pendant Chloe looks a touch suspicious. After all the show he'd managed before, knows he's capable, passing out a souvenir necklace with the promise of a cure could easily be a sugar pill scenario.
Well, who could possibly argue with that? [She takes the pendant, rapping one knuckle against the table in a show of appreciation for his time as she climbs to her feet to leave.] I'll be in touch, yeah? Friend of mine ought to have something solid for you within the next few weeks if all goes well.
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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.
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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.
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How much?
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Could be, can't say I've decided what it'll be yet.
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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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Seen as you're helpful enough to find me some work, I can see to givin' you a fair deal. [A pause.] Fairer than most folk, anyway. It'll be nothing life threatening or changing. You got my word.
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Then I'd say we have ourselves a deal.
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I'd say we do, too.
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Good life choices, right?]
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There you go. This'll take away all those restless feelin's you've been having. All you got to do is wear it.
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Still, it's not a bad looking bit of jewelry.]
And if it doesn't work?
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[He gives a shrug.] But it it don't, you bring it right back and we'll just wipe your whole deal clean. You won't owe me a thing.
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Thanking you kindly, I appreciate it. Enjoy your charm.