"I should've guessed you were too clever to be a ..." He cast about for the appropriate word, "Any kind of doll, really." It was far easier and more natural to think about enlisting the spirit possessed voodoo dolls for help - or just for company, if they showed up on fête days. And they were every bit as intelligent lwa as people, but Barnaby's design had suggested something he had less familiarity with.
He was distracted from the conjecture by the exploding vase, and his nerves had been sufficiently steadied by the past few hours that he turned to look at it almost imperiously, as if he couldn't believe the audacity of the universe to try to shake him again so soon after the last time. "Now what in the blazes is wrong with this place??"
His shadow was busy looking between the broken pieces and Barnaby as if trying to connect them, but there was no real evidence of collusion, and the shadow shrugged at a glance from Facilier. No clue.
The Shadowman refocused with a kind of bitey energy on Barnaby, sensing that desperation like gasoline to a fire, Forever... Forever was a wonderful prospect. Master - was not.
"Shame I can't accept that offer, actually. The M word turns my stomach some, you understand. Or maybe you don't, and you'll have to take my word on it. In any case... I do hear you. And I comprehend your - need," He tiptoed around the word with delicate emphasis. He was about to go on, but then the second peculiar thing happened and he turned accusingly to Barnaby. "You got any other secrets you wanna tell me? Or should I just drop you right here in the hall like the last one did?"
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He was distracted from the conjecture by the exploding vase, and his nerves had been sufficiently steadied by the past few hours that he turned to look at it almost imperiously, as if he couldn't believe the audacity of the universe to try to shake him again so soon after the last time. "Now what in the blazes is wrong with this place??"
His shadow was busy looking between the broken pieces and Barnaby as if trying to connect them, but there was no real evidence of collusion, and the shadow shrugged at a glance from Facilier. No clue.
The Shadowman refocused with a kind of bitey energy on Barnaby, sensing that desperation like gasoline to a fire, Forever... Forever was a wonderful prospect. Master - was not.
"Shame I can't accept that offer, actually. The M word turns my stomach some, you understand. Or maybe you don't, and you'll have to take my word on it. In any case... I do hear you. And I comprehend your - need," He tiptoed around the word with delicate emphasis. He was about to go on, but then the second peculiar thing happened and he turned accusingly to Barnaby. "You got any other secrets you wanna tell me? Or should I just drop you right here in the hall like the last one did?"