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Locating Facilier in Neverland was like following a trail of smoke through the trees—but not nearly so tangible. Cheshire turned their face to the breeze, picking up the not-a-scent. It was nestled beneath the stirring of leaves, a twitching of shadows, the distant echo full of menace and daring and unknown. You wouldn’t realize what you were walking towards until it was too late—unless you had something of Cheshire’s experience.
The sad-looking being on the ground, cowed in supplication, was clearly operating on some misguided sense that Facilier would help them. It was incredibly precious. Chesire watched with unconcealed amusement some distance away in a treetop of their own. When the transaction seemed to be finished and the guest departed, they leapt lightly to a branch nearby. They assumed Facilier had known they were there for quite some time—they’d be worried if he hadn’t noticed them, and maybe (frankly) a little bit hurt. “Oh, how I’ve missed watching you work—elegant as always, with just a tasteful hint of viciousness,” they purred, leaning against the trunk of the tree with arms folded casually. “What do they bring to barter with, these days? It’s been a long time since I’ve witnessed it.”
With his deal secured, Facilier waited for the other to approach, offering a sweeping bow in greeting at them, ever the theatrical character that he was. He had of course noticed the presence of Cheshire soon after they had arrived, but had little desire to cut a performance early, and knew the other would understand. “Merci Cheshire... your compliments - as always - are quite appreciated...” he replied, settling himself on his branch, crossing one leg over the other.
“Oh they bring all manner of interestin’ things... trinkets from their lands or bold attitudes that encourage them to fetch things for me that I prefer not to...” he grinned, considering the amount of things he had asked others to fetch from near the pirates, lost boys or the fairies that he preferred to avoid. “It’s all very lucrative if you know what to ask for...” he grinned, twisting his hand to create a purple flame to dance about his fingers, for a moment before he let it fade. “And what brings you to my neck of the woods, mon ami, it’s been a while since I saw you last...” he asked curiously, though welcoming the company.
