friends on the other side

Dr. Antoine Facilier for Swynlake RP

[dr-antoine-facilier]

a storm is brewin' babe i ain't got time to sit and pray because this life don't come free i got what's mine comin' to me

Name: Antoine Facilier Aliases: Dr. Facilier, The Shadow Man D.O.B.: October 1, 1990 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Asexual Magic status: Sorcerer Nationality: American Ethnicity: Black Accent: Slight Creole Height: 6'1" Build: Athletic Skin tone: Dark brown Eye color: Brown Hair color/length/style: Black, shoulder-length, worn in dreadlocks, usually worn down Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: He has tattoos covering most of his arms and multiple tattoos on his chest and back, no piercings, and he regularly wears a necklace strung with crocodile teeth Occupation: Sorcerer publicly offering tarot readings, psychic readings, fortune telling, voodoo charms, etc. (and secretly offering price magic deals) Relationship Status: Single What would you find if you Googled them?: A very sparse webpage advertising his business, equally sparse social media accounts mostly also advertising his business What natives would know about them: Not much besides his being a sorcerer, and he wants to keep it that way Other: He always carries a walking stick topped with a carved skull and usually wears a black top hat with several purple and green feathers on it

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[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[april-von-drake]

Oh, if only this guy knew.

But April would rather pretend she was just an airheaded heiress. Nothing more. She didn't want to be more than that.

"That's exactly what I'd tell you," April said, once again smiling and batting her eyelashes. She had used this tactic plenty of times to get out of way worse situations.

"Poor Porty, he'd never be able to make quite such a mess. Isn't that right, Porty?" She pouted her lips down at the dog, who barked and wagged his tail, jumping up on her leg.

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Granted there was a slim chance that the mess could have come from another dog who had passed by earlier. Antoine had not exactly been taking note of every single person and animal passing on the street. But there were enough people out and about that if the excrement had been there for a while, someone else most likely would have stepped in it before him. It was also a little hard to dismiss the fact that there was a dog right there in front of him, no matter how much she maintained the dog's innocence.

"Yeah, no offense but that's a little hard to swallow. Every dog can make that much of a mess when they wanna." He glanced down at the dog again. The fact that he was barking and jumping did nothing to clear him. If anything, that only made it more plain that he was the culprit, since he would surely be happy after having relieved himself. Which gave Antoine an idea. "Ok, I might just buy that excuse--but only if he tells me he's innocent," he said with a smirk.

@april-von-drake

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[headless-bram]

Bram’s jaw ticked as he gave a short laugh that had zero humor in it. He leaned in half a step - closing the gap between them one step at a time. His eyes cutting over Antoine with that same unimpressed glare. This where Bram thrived - right in the moment as he sized up someone for a fight of any kind. Verbal or Physical...

“You think you got me figured out from a five second chat on a sidewalk man?” His voice was edged with a scoff. “That’s cute. Real fucking cute. I just on’t buy what crack pot strangers are sellin’, and I’m not desperate enough to start now!!”

He hitched his duffel tighter as his sshoulders rolled ike he was getting to keep walking but of course...he didnt. “You wanna play doctor....i suggest you find someone else! My head is already crowded enough without some slick-talker trying to worm his way in.”

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

No, Antoine would never assume he had someone completely figured out right away. But he had found that first impressions tended to be fairly accurate when it came to zeroing in on what someone wanted the most. They also could be helpful in showing what he could exploit best about someone. This man seemed more than keen to jump to anger quickly, which was a very easy thing to exploit. But too much anger could also backfire, and as Antoine did not relish ending up on the wrong side of that anger, he attempted to keep things level.

"I'm goin' to choose to let the insults slide for now," he said, as calmly as possible, "And if you're not interested in my help, that's your call. But I can promise that I'm not 'playin' doctor.' If the title's what's throwin' you off though, allow me to clarify." So saying, he drew out a business card and held it up. "I don't do medicine or therapy. I just try to improve people's lives. And if your head's feelin' too crowded, that's definitely somethin' I can help with…if you'd just give me the chance."

@headless-bram

[banzai-bungu]

it's a party || Open

[banzai-bungu]

Banzai felt like he had entered some sort of a stare down; only for a brief moment and it felt exhilarating. Instead of asking ' do we know one another' Banzai truly wanted to just out the man in broad day light and ask him what he was all about. Yet he knew better and didn't do that. Now it was two juggernauts stuck in a doorway staring one another down.

Of course it was pleasantries that were still being shared and in all honesty that was probably for the best. It wasn't until he mentioned something about ads that Banzai was thrown off. "Ads?" He said sharply with a bit of a judging tone. With doctor added on the end even. "What kind of doctor puts out ads...." The shadows started to swirl more up his arms as they hid the dark magic eating away at his joints. No decent Dr...put out ads.....

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

The other man's confusion at his mention of ads told Antoine that he most likely had not seen any of them, but he could also hear the judgment in his voice, which did not entirely please him. He obviously was much more than simply a peddler hawking his wares, but that was a very useful means to an end to achieve his true goals. So he could not keep from frowning a bit at the reaction.

"I've seen a few who do," he chose to point out, "But then I'm not exactly a typical doctor." He figured the other man could guess that, but he had asked the question, so Antoine had provided an answer. Holding his card up higher, he tapped it with top of his walking stick. "If you look a little closer, you'll see what services I'm actually advertisin'." Below his name was printed Tarot Readings, Charms, Potions, Dreams Made Real. "The title's just a catchy hook to entice the uninitiated. But somethin' tells me that description doesn't apply to you."

@banzai-bungu

[june-von-drake]

Final Girl Vibes || OPEN

[june-von-drake]

The sun had gone down, and technically, the carnival was closed.

Which was the perfect time for June to brave the hay maze.

If asked, she'd lie-- say she thought she dropped something in here earlier, something she super needed, like birth control or her AirPods. Really, she couldn't sleep. And was there a better way to experience a hay maze than at midnight in your pajamas with an honorary maze beer? (Which was a beer you drank when you reached the other side, obviously).

June wandered deep and deeper still, the beer can ice-cold against her fingertips when she heard...

CRACK!

"Who's there?"

[outfit]

[dr-antoine-facilier]

The carnival had been a good opportunity for Antoine to introduce himself and his offerings to Swynlake. He had gotten a booth to offer his typical, advertised magical services, and had done rather well. Sadly, no chance to offer his un-advertised magical services had arisen yet, but he was confident that would change soon.

One evening, after night had fallen, he had closed up shop and was lingering around the now-empty carnival when he saw someone heading into the corn maze. That was curious, considering no one else was there, and he could not imagine what she was doing heading into the maze alone. While he did not particularly care if she got herself lost or not, it would be rather amusing to see what she did, so he followed her into the maze, intending to follow at a distance and not be seen.

Unfortunately, the ground beneath him apparently did not share his preference for being discreet, and when he stepped on a stick which broke with a loud crack, Antoine cursed silently. She had heard, and when she called out into the darkness, he sighed, knowing he had to reveal himself now.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not tryin' to disrupt your evenin' constitutional," he drawled, holding his hands up innocently as he moved into her line of sight, "I was just out for a walk myself. Hope I didn't scare you."

@june-von-drake

[hngrylikethewoolf]

homeward bound || open

[hngrylikethewoolf]

Shouldering his old military duffel, two leashes in his opposite hand, Errol Woolf felt a distinct sense of deja vu as he steps out of the train from London - which had taken him into NTO, which he'd taken to Swynlake - and onto the loading and unloading platform.

Six years ago, his entrance had been much the same, minus a dog and the familiarity of being in a space for so long. Because it was, familiar that is, Swynlake. He hadn't actually realized that until he was gone for a month. He hadn't realized how keenly he would miss the town, and the people there, until he was away.

Shuffling his bag higher over his shoulder, Errol clicks his tongue and the girls stand from their resting sit by his feet and trot alongside one another as they weave through the crowd.

Errol makes it out onto Main Street before he collides with someone, Dublin's leash tangling around the person's legs. Wearily, Errol orders the dogs to stop. They do, and he offers them a small, tired smile and an apology.

"Sorry. Been a long trip. Didnae see ye 'ere. Keep still eh? Be offa ye in a minute."

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Whatever ideas Antoine may have had about a small town in the English countryside, he would not have expected to keep bumping into people as often as he seemed to be doing--this time quite literally. Usually he had no difficulties avoiding people, but somehow that was proving difficult here.

He frowned at the dogs who were gathered about his legs, and while it was tempting to let their owner have it, he reminded himself that he was still trying to feel out the lay of the land here, and until he determined that a person was definitely not worth his time, he tried to err on the side of caution.

"I didn't realize I was so hard to notice until I came to this town," Antoine remarked, raising his walking stick up in case the dogs had a mind to try to chew on it, "Some…excitable charges you've got there. I'd hate to see what happens when they really get rowdy."

@hngrylikethewoolf

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[april-von-drake]

April was on her phone, not even aware of the other person on the sidewalk--or the fact that Porty had just taken a rather large shit right there on the pavement.

Or the fact that the other person on the sidewalk had just stepped right into it.

She lifted her head when she heard the voice and popped her gum as she took in the situation from behind her polarized sunglasses.

"Days where I've felt like I just stepped in dog shit? Oh yeah, totally. I have those all the time." She smiled sweetly.

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@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Her reaction did not exactly come off sounding concerned. Antoine pursed his lips, then glanced from her to the dog, then down to his now soiled shoes, putting two and two together. Suddenly his urge to possibly entice her to make a deal was a lot less, though she definitely struck him as someone who could stand to be knocked down a few pegs.

"Hmm, somehow I'm doubtin' that you've ever had a day like that," he remarked, "Now granted I ain't been here too long, but I kinda think you're supposed to pick up after your dog." He eyed the dog pointedly. "Or are you gonna try to tell me this came from some other dog whose owner doesn't care enough to clean up after 'em?"

@april-von-drake

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[headless-bram]

Bram stopped mid-stride with his jaw clenched as he clocked the guy talking at him like they were in some damn therapy circle. His eyes cut sideways rather unimpressed while he clung onto his duffel he carried to work every night.

“Yeah man I’ve had days like that” he said flat with annoyance brewing in his brow. “Difference is I don’t broadcast it to strangers on the street hopin’ someone’s gonna hold my hand about it.”

He shifted his duffel higher on his shoulder sizing Antoine up like he was more of an obstacle than person. Truthfully everyone was an obstacle to Bram. The sleepless nights were already riding him raw and the ghosts buzzing at the edge of his thoughts were who was to blame. Last thing he needed was some wannabe shrink trying to small talk him on his way to The Court.

“You runnin’ a sidewalk confessional or somethin’? Cuz I got a shift to get to. Don’t need a sermon before work.” The irritation was building in his face as a smirk curled on the edge of his lips. “So unless you’re buyin’ me a drink or takin me on a date doc - maybe keep your insights for someone who asked.”

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Antoine's lip curled ever so slightly, not appreciating the man's tone. But he knew better than to give up quickly. Achieving things took time, and the man's irritation was something which could be exploited. He just did not appreciate that irritation being turned on himself. "Hmm, someone's testy. Maybe you're havin' a worse day than I am." He did not want to make an enemy so soon--unless it was absolutely necessary, so he hoped it would not come to that.

"A sermon?" Antoine chuckled, a little surprised he had given off that impression. Yes he did offer to help people, but certainly not out of the goodness of his heart. He only did so if he got something out of it, and his help never turned out the way the recipient wanted it to. "No, I'm not offerin' any of the above…but I might be able to help you just the same. You sound like you've got a lot on your shoulders." He glanced up at the duffel, then back to the other man's face. "I might not be the sort of doc you're thinkin' of, but I think you'd be makin' a mistake in dismissin' me so quickly."

@headless-bram

[ariel-the-undiscovered]

Shopping List {Open}

[ariel-the-undiscovered]

Did Ariel need help? Yes. Was she stubborn, Also Yes.

"I honestly think if I just keep moving It'll work. You know the whole principal of what is in motion stays in motion?" Ariel grinned trying to make the whole thing seem light hearted. "Plus the Triton girls are always stubborn and try to keep going no matter what."

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

"Hmm, that is…interestin' logic." Yes, that usually was how it worked, but he was not entirely sure that principle would apply in this situation. "But have you thought that if you get a little too much motion here, it could upset the proverbial apple cart?" Antoine gave a slight shrug, indicating that she might not have thought this through well enough.

Her being stubborn was not the best thing to hear, but it did not mean she would not listen at all. "And that's very admirable, but still, I'd hate for you to lose all this stuff just because you're puttin' all your trust in the principle of things stayin' in motion." He paused. "Are you absolutely sure you don't want any help?"

@ariel-the-undiscovered

[banzai-bungu]

it's a party || Open

[banzai-bungu]

Banzai was thankful yes. Though as he passed the man who held the door it was a gut feeling that had him stopping in his tracks. The hair on the back of his neck rose slightly as the hyena jackal amulet under his shirt started to him against his chest.

It was funny though...how he resented his father so much at times but there was things he taught him young that always seemed to come in handy. Like sensing someone else - and their magick. This man - Banzai had no clue who he was but his gut was picking up on silent cues.

Adjusting the box on his hip as the bottles clanked some more - it was his cocky confidence that met the stranger now. His curiosity was peaked and Banzai was never going to just back down. "I'm sorry man...but do we know each other from somewhere?" Banzai of course knew they didn't; at least at face value but that didn't mean some how they were connected.

The shadows around his wrists started to swirl as his magick flared up in excitement. Banzai loved himself some powerful friends.

@dr-antoine-facilier

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Antoine had felt something from the other man's presence, but his mild irritation at having to hold the door open had distracted him. Now, however, it was very apparent that he was another Magick, and Antoine was not quite sure what to make of him. He always treaded lightly when encountering other Magicks, needing to suss out just what they wanted before he could formulate his own ideas as to whether they would be worth his time--or his enmity.

"No, I don't believe so, considerin' I've not been in town very long," he replied, studying the man as closely as he could. He spied the swirling shadows, which was certainly pleasing. Perhaps he would indeed be worth the time. "But perhaps you've seen one of my ads." Slipping his hand into his pocket, he drew out a business card and held it out to the man. "Dr. Antoine Facilier, at your service."

@banzai-bungu

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[not-sinister]

Reginald was trying to catch what warmth was left before the winter took its toll on Swynlake. He knew that it was going to get interesting in the colder months, with snow becoming a new factor in all of this mess he called a life. Needless to say he wasn’t ready to be freezing for he had no idea what his body would do.

However, maybe a miracle would happen. Maybe he would not shrivel up and crack up the heating bill.

As he continued to walk along he noticed a strange or maybe his one way ticket out of this mess, drop his wallet. Reggie tried his best to reach down rather quickly so his vines didn’t have the chance to show.

That’s when the strange brought up about having a bad day. It was like said stranger somehow knew somehow about his worries, his fears of what the future might hold for Bushroot.

Finally the words “ all the time. “ slipped from his mouth. Which was probably a big mistake on his part.

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Antoine had been trying to cover for his own unfortunate incident, of course, but if he could glean anything from having a conversation with the other man, it would be even better. It seemed he was not having much better of a day, seeing as he had just dropped his wallet. That alone would have been enough for Antoine to work with, but then the other man made it clear that he was familiar with having days like that, and suddenly his curiosity was piqued even more.

"All the time, huh?" Antoine shook his head sadly. "That's terrible. It's no fun havin' a bad day, but havin' a bunch of them just isn't fair." How interesting. Maybe this one could be a potential candidate for his true business, not just the one he advertised openly. "Bet you wish those bad days wouldn't come so often, hmm?"

@not-sinister

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[rezares]

Reza looked at his shoes -- nice ones too -- and sighed. Yeah, poor bloke, that must be frustrating.

"Oh of course," Reza said. Days this man could probably only imagine, growing up under a dictatorship and then being involved in the protest movement to overthrow it, and the underground radical magick rights movement in his country.

He wouldn't relate his activities to MAFIA-level, but they were bold. They had to be under such oppression.

"Though it's amazing what riles up certain people. My teenage daughter can rant about...yallah, the most interesting transgressions of her friends. Oh, and figure-skating rivals. What about you? Besides messy shoes."

[dr-antoine-facilier]

He inclined his head as the other man concurred, ready to hear about what bothered him and thus something he could potentially offer to help with. But instead, he ended up getting a detailed account of what got the man's daughter upset. Antoine's face fell a bit, not having any use for that particular information. "Hmm, sounds like she's got quite the…full life," he commented, feigning as much interest as he could muster.

When the question was turned back at him, however, he was less than pleased. Obviously he was upset about getting his new shoes dirty, but he had been trying to make lemons out of lemonade and possibly glean some information. Offering his own information was not part of the plan. But he attempted to play along, hoping that he could turn the conversation back around eventually.

"Well, aside from the obvious--" He shot a glance down at his shoes. "--I'd say people who talk too loudly on their phones. They seem to think we all want to know what's going on in their lives." That was an actual annoyance for him, but it was a mundane one, and Antoine wagered it was something which bothered plenty of others as well.

@rezares

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Being attentive to his surroundings was a skill Antoine prided himself on. Listening and observing went a long way in learning what made people tick and what people wanted. He typically had little trouble being observant, but perhaps he was still adjusting to the new locale, because he took a step and abruptly stepped into something unpleasant that someone had dropped on the sidewalk.

Part of him wanted to vent to his rage--those were new shoes, after all--but he kept himself calm and instead glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before he got too upset. Seeing that someone was, he heaved a rather theatrical sigh and remarked, "Ah, just one of those days, I guess." Then, thinking that he could possibly turn the situation to his advantage, he decided to ply his trade a little. "I bet you've had days like that, right? Everyone's got things that get them steamed up, don't they?"

[dr-antoine-facilier]

You've Got Your Troubles || Open

[banzai-bungu]

it's a party || Open

[banzai-bungu]

"Aye! Thanks for holdin' the door!" Banzai shifted the large box in his hands as the bottles rattled inside with a loud clink clank.

"Talk about a party foul droppin all this!" The bottles clanked some more!

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Antoine had most definitely not planned to open the door for the guy, but when he had been coming in and someone else was coming out with a box in his arms, what else was he supposed to do? He pursed his lips slightly at the assumption, but he gave a nod in acknowledgement just the same.

"Of course. That sounds like it'd make quite the mess if you dropped it." Thankfully that had not occurred, because he certainly did not want to be on the receiving end of said mess.

[ariel-the-undiscovered]

Shopping List {Open}

[ariel-the-undiscovered]

Ariel was in prep mode, meal prep, syllabus prep end of summer prep so you didn't miss anything.

What did this mean. Two bags of groceries, an arm full of books and a flyer that was at risk of flying away.

"Look I"m just trying to figure out if i can navigate without seeing or if waddling is the best case."

[dr-antoine-facilier]

Antoine, as was his wont, was standing in the shadows of a nearby building watching people passing by, still trying to decide what to make of this town and whether it was truly going to be worth his time. Someone struggling with an armful of things drew his attention, and while he was about as far from a good Samaritan as possible, there could potentially be something to gain from at least offering to lend a hand.

Slipping smoothly out of the shadows, he approached her. "Looks like you've got quite the load there," he commented, "But I wouldn't advise tryin' to walk without seein'. That's never goin' to end well." He paused, then remarked, "Perhaps you could use a little help?"

@ariel-the-undiscovered

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