Well, that day had certainly proved interesting... At least when it came to the people Facilier had come across. The town itself was nothing but a cold, backward, ridiculously expensive dump that made Facilier terribly homesick for good 'ol New Orleans.
So far, the past two nights had proven fruitless when it came to escaping. Just when Facilier was on his way outside or past a certain boundary, time would seem to halt beyond his consciousness and he would find himself back in his room the following morning. Just what was he doing wrong?
So by the time Facilier had been returned to his room (with more of that disgusting gruel waiting for him on the desk no less), Facilier had decided that tonight would be a night of exploration than just escaping (unless such an opportunity did come along..) He needed a better idea of the place he was dealing with. He was also shamefully out of supplies, and if he were to try and contact his "friends", he was going to need any workable materials he could get to set up a summoning ritual. But where in the institute could he find such things...?
Sitting down at his desk and raising a brow with disgust at the "food" before him, Facilier's fingers itched for his tarot cards. Most of the time he got his answers from his special deck of the magical cards, but they too had gone missing since he found himself in the institute. Facilier had never felt so... lost like this before, at least not since the days before he first dabbled with his dark magical arts. So far Facilier had gathered pieces of information about the institute from various sources, all of which became infuriatingly confusing when put together. It was all so frustrating! He badly wished he had a clearer perspective on everything, but his lack of magic clouded his new life in the institute like a thick fog...
M13
So far, the past two nights had proven fruitless when it came to escaping. Just when Facilier was on his way outside or past a certain boundary, time would seem to halt beyond his consciousness and he would find himself back in his room the following morning. Just what was he doing wrong?
So by the time Facilier had been returned to his room (with more of that disgusting gruel waiting for him on the desk no less), Facilier had decided that tonight would be a night of exploration than just escaping (unless such an opportunity did come along..) He needed a better idea of the place he was dealing with. He was also shamefully out of supplies, and if he were to try and contact his "friends", he was going to need any workable materials he could get to set up a summoning ritual. But where in the institute could he find such things...?
Sitting down at his desk and raising a brow with disgust at the "food" before him, Facilier's fingers itched for his tarot cards. Most of the time he got his answers from his special deck of the magical cards, but they too had gone missing since he found himself in the institute. Facilier had never felt so... lost like this before, at least not since the days before he first dabbled with his dark magical arts. So far Facilier had gathered pieces of information about the institute from various sources, all of which became infuriatingly confusing when put together. It was all so frustrating! He badly wished he had a clearer perspective on everything, but his lack of magic clouded his new life in the institute like a thick fog...