Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
Maman made a clucking sound of disapproval with her tongue, and paused for a moment to pull a finger through the sticky, thin sheen of remnants inside the bowl, licking it off suggestively. Then the bowl landed upside down, on top of two more tipua, who loudly complained of their sudden and unwanted captivity. Maman waited by the snack table with her arm held out long enough for Bast to jump on her bony, undead shoulder, if the cat so chose, before following Baron toward the giant skeleton.
She clicked her tongue again, arms loose by her sides. "Compensation never looks good on a man, no matter what anyone says," she remarked, shaking her head. "Bigger is not better. But I'll take those teeth." She gestured toward the gashadokuro's giant, clamping jaws—the wind from which causing her riotous, flaming hair to sputter a little, sending a wave of sparks showering down to the floor—and then pressed her hands to the Y-shaped stitch marks on her chest.
"Make myself a fine fuckin' necklace, be the talk of the town. Baron, I want those teeth, and try not to lose an arm in the process? You know my needles ain't for that paltry sort of thing." She winked in his direction, blowing him a kiss. "Though if pressed, I'm always happy to put you back together."