Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
Baron Samedi moved lithely to match the cat's scurrying. It was a dance of a sort, the pair of them moving together and apart as they pursued this demand of Maman Brigitte's. Baron laughed as the skull began to make a terrible, pained noise. He was getting what he wanted, after all, and in a moment the prize was his at last. The jawbone split, then broke, with a resonant crack. The Baron's hands, now chafed and raw, came away from the skull holding the lower jawbone. The skull teetered, then fell, its empty eye sockets staring down at the floor.
"And not a single chip," he proclaimed, without looking to be certain this was true. "I told you I'd get it, wife."