it was making the witchdoctor absolutely furious that he wasn’t grabbing hold of the situation. he’s done about everything he’s tried but threats and presentation. and yet, he had no reason to do those. there would be no point. already he had manipulated her, and that didn’t work. he had tried sweet talk, and that didn’t work. using threats would be ridiculous, for she’s a mambo – her power greatly surpassed his. both in mentality, holiness, and wisdom. as for presentation, how could he? he barely had enough power to walk, what with her sigils warding off corrupt spirits. let alone the fact that her powers doubled his.
so, as usual, facilier went the angry option. he could feel it in his fingers. lanky, rotten digits lit up with a familiar spark. a growl erupted from his throat, and hands clenched tightly into two tight fists. the grip on his pole was so strong that his bones shook, and his knuckles grew slightly lighter.
storming over to the throne, facilier grabbed the girl from her seat. he could feel the presence of the snake constricting his feet, but with a quick slam of the pole, he made it crawl away with a squeal of defeat. he pulled mama odie from her lazy procrastination, made sure to get her attention. for a moment, he brought her to his face. but then, he turned around and sat her the opposite of him – now he was in front of the throne.
‘ — I ALREADY TOLD YA WHAT I NEEDED !!! ‘ his voice is loud, booming, near a roar. it causes the entire room to shake, and his own shadow to shiver against the wall. ‘ IT’S YOU THAT I NEED, AND IT’S YOU THAT AIN’T GIVIN’ IT TO ME !!! MY SUPPOSED OBSTINANCE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS !!! ‘
odie could feel his anger and uncertainty, negative energy spreading throughout the area, and before she had time to say anything more, facilier’s hastened footsteps bounded closer and closer, and before she knew, it she was lifted up into the air, her club flying from her hand and clunking down to the wooden floor, disappearing, and she let out a squeak of shock.
she struggled slightly, during that time hearing sweet juju squeal in pain, and that just made her more frustrated and angry with him. such unabashed anger and fury, not caring who gets hurt in the process--that was exactly one of the reasons she wasn’t helping him.
finally she was released unexpectedly, shoved down to sit on her foot rest, the impact slightly hurting her posterior, and the man yelled with such fury at her. as magical as she was, she was still an old lady, so this rough handling and the shaking of her home put her out of commission for a few brief seconds. she summoned her club again to rest upon it and feel secure again. another help was juju, who slithered their way into her lap, curling up and hiding its face. after a moment of catching her breath, she spoke again, still undeterred.
“no. what you need... is love... oh, i can see dat poor lil’ slave boy you was long, long ago... all he needed was love. but’cha never got much of it. an’ at dis point... i don’t think anyone could give it to ya. not even me. so no, i can’t give ya whatcha need, facilier. not now.”
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