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[changeitroundsome]

[31st - Open spam in the pub]

[Facilier knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself a permanent Warden. He'd done well to get this far, he supposed, at least it had given him time to stockpile gris gris in the unlikely event he'd ever get his powers back proper again. It wasn't that he especially disliked Kira, either, she rankled him no more than any other average shmuck on the street, and at least she tried to be tolerable.

No, what worried him the most was that now she has his file. His whole life, there for her to read and digest. For a man who lived by his lies, for whom the truth was something never truly spoken, where the con was everything, this was decidedly Not Good. Everything he built so far here could come tumbling down like a house of cards, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was almost like being home again, having other people be able to hold power over him, and he hated hit.

So, when any other poor soul of prohibition would be enjoying the first new years in a lot of new years getting as sozzled as humanly possible, Facilier spent the night with just one glass of wine, thinking. As tempting as the idea was to get hammered, he'd need sobriety for this. If he could just find some way, any way, to work this colossal pain in the backside to his advantage, he might make this a somewhat bearable partnership.

He'll be civil to anyone who comes by to see him, but his usual charisma is dimmed. ]

[1st - Private to Kira]

[After a restless night, Facilier knows he has to bite the bullet. If he stays silent too long, his guilt will be damning. Best get this out and done with quickly, like ripping off a band aid. When he talks, the ease and charm is back in his tone. He needs to bring his A game to this.]

So. Looks like the Admiral decided we'd be a good fit for one another after all.

Comments

[maced_eggs]

Well...tell me, then.

If your warden's going to find out anyway from your file, you can practice what you're going to say to her on me.

[changeitroundsome]

I don't practise on anyone. [He doesn't TRUST anyone. His life, his real life, is his and his alone. Letting his guard down for anyone is an impossibility. The world is full of backstabbers, and you need to be the same to survive. Just the way things were.]

Thanks for the offer, though. Reckon I'll just wing it. [Or try to kill her. No. That would probably end badly.]

[maced_eggs]

[Mason tries not to look disappointed or hurt, but he fails. As with everything]

Well, why not? C'mon, I won't tell anyone. I'm very trustworthy.

[changeitroundsome]

[Jesus, Mason. He looks like a kicked puppy. Facilier makes a disgruntled sound.]

I don't like sharing.

[maced_eggs]

I wouldn't judge you. Fuck knows I've done some terrible things in me life. Terrible, awful things.

How about I tell you something an' you tell me something in return?

[changeitroundsome]

[Ugh, Mason, it's not SUPPOSED to be like this. He;s supposed to play his game and exploit you. You're not SUPPOSED to actually make him give a micogram of a shit. He heaves out an annoyed sigh, leaning back in his chair.]

Sure. Fine.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason grins, and leans forward on the table, arms crossed]

Right.

So what did you do to get in here?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier lies, of course, but it's a white lie. A shade of the whole truth.]

I made a bad deal, with a greedy man. He wanted to be like the prince he served, and I gave him that. Literally. Things went South.

[maced_eggs]

You made a deal with a greedy man an' it put you here?

[changeitroundsome]

More like it got me in trouble with the Loa. They ain't too kind to folk who welch on their debts. That fella made that happen, and I paid the price.

[maced_eggs]

See, that don't sound like a story that would get you here.

[changeitroundsome]

And yet, here I am.

The guy I helped did some real shady things with the power I gave him. It happens.

[maced_eggs]

Here, why don't you like telling the truth to me? We're friends, right?

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier exhales. He is so sued to keeping people at arms length. People are nothing. People are tools for him to use, for his own gain. But Mason has crept in, somehow, sneaked past most of his well placed guards and made him care. A small bit, to be sure, but it's there. He hates it. It makes him feel weak.

He sits back in his seat, the usual faked smile and easy nature gone. Rather petulantly, he pushes his glass around a little, glaring at the table surface.]

Never had a real one before.

[That part was mostly muttered, not really wanting to say it.]

'Sides, nobody likes the truth. Not really. The truth is ugly, people are a lot happier with lies.

[maced_eggs]

[Mason gives a little bit of a sympathetic grin, tucking his hands in his lap under the table as he leans forward]

Truth, I don't mind. See, when you die, most've your secrets are laid bare anyway.

I could tell you truths about meself...

Starting with the idea that every real friend I've made, I've chased off through shite behavior. Drug use. Or, y'know, death - the big one.

Death don't tell lies.

[changeitroundsome]

[Those behaviours are nothing to Facilier, he even snorts out a half-laugh at the ridiculousness of it.]

Then you met a lot of folk who had very low tolerance levels.

[A pause.] No. It don't.

[maced_eggs]

Wellll, it's like, no one likes you when you don't like yourself.

Do you like you?

[changeitroundsome]

Of course I do. It's everyone else I don't like.

[maced_eggs]

Everyone else? S'not one person you like at all?

[changeitroundsome]

I suppose you're tolerable.

[maced_eggs]

That's me. Tolerable to the last.

[changeitroundsome]

Ain't a lot of people I find that way. Ya'll should be honoured.

[Good for Mason, he gets to be the one person Facilier Doesn't Want to Murder.]

[maced_eggs]

Oh, I am. Very honored, in fact. Most people don't like to hang around me who don't have to.

[changeitroundsome]

[Facilier takes a sip of his drink.]

Can never figure out why.

[maced_eggs]

...Think it's the smell, truthfully.