Searing, scorching, blinding pain wracked every single nerve in his body as he sat up, groggily blinking at the ominous shadowy figure before him.
"I see ya finally woke up!" she shouts, unnecessarily loud for how small the room is, and for the migraine that Facilier has developed. Raising a tanned hand to his temple, he begins to rub at it, irritably shaking his head as his violet eyes regard the aging woman before him cynically. He silently supposes that he shouldn't expect much more from a blind, and perhaps deaf old woman as a sneer curls his lips.
"Why did ya do it? I thought you'd want me dead," he mutters softly, though with a biting tone.
"Juju!" He swears harshly, fingers rubbing at his temples rather vigorously.
"I know you're an old bat, but d'ya have to screech like one?" She frowns with obvious disapproval, shaking a wrinkled old finger at him.
"Now, now. That ain't any way t'talk to the one who jus' saved ya life!"
"You didn't answer m'question.."
At that moment, Mama Odie's pet pops up, eyeing Facilier warily. He leans in, and closes his eyes in bliss as she runs a hand over his head.
"Yeah, give ya momma some suga'! Now," she says sternly, "I saved you so you could save yaself." Another sneer threatens to creep onto his features as he grinds his teeth together in frustration.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that this is your second chance, and I'm here to help. If you refuse, your 'friends' will jus' suck ya'll back up!" she cackles. At this point, he figured he didn't have much of a choice but to cooperate with this crazy old hag, even if he'd to deceive her into thinking he has changed.
"Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll play your little game.. What do I have to do, to.. help myself?"
"Aw, that's the easy part! All ya gotta do is find love. True love, though," she clarifies, adjusting her sunglasses with a laugh. He blanches noticeably, peering at her quizzically.
"Love? -wait, don't tell me.. I gotta do it by a certain time, right?" She nods firmly.
"Three years is all ya got. Betta do ya best!" She drawls, neglecting to mention that she is also on the line if he doesn't manage to find a woman.
"Are ya'll serious? I gotta woo a lady before three years is up?" She merely nods her head in acknowledgement, absentmindedly petting Juju as she watches Facilier. He stands a little too quickly, wobbling as a wave of dizziness crashes over him.
"Ugh. No one eva told me that returnin' from the dead would be this hard," he mutters icily.
"Quit your complainin', and get out into the world! Three years isn't long," she cautions, going to push him out of the house, and into the bayou. He grumbles to himself as the scheming ensues. I can do this. Three years? No problem, he thinks to himself, as he makes the trek through the bayou, and into the French Quarter.
Now, to find myself a woman..