<em>"Koute m 'non, gwo Baron Dimanche, ranpli san mwen ak zo ki gen fòs ak favè nan lòt bondye yo pou m' ta kapab fè travay ou pi fasil ..."</em><br/><br/>Mordechai's chanting reaches a crescendo as Archer starts to open the rear door, softly pulsing black deathlights swirling up out of his impromptu ritual circle and into his eyes. The rush of Essence is, as always, intoxicating like the best of fine aged rums, augmented by the sudden burst of energy from tapping into his pact with Baron Samedi.<br/><br/>He closes his eyes, then opens them again, looking down at his hands with a smile. To anyone else, he would only be admiring his open hands - but to his vision, they were bare of skin or muscle, gleaming white bones clicking against one another without sound. The hands of Death, his hands were, and he wore them gladly. Skeletal fingers clenched around the grip of his heavy pistol, he huddled beneath the closest window, looking out into the darkness for the auras of his foes...<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Translation"</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hear me, great Baron Samedi, fill my blood and bones with the strength and grace of the gods so that I might do your work more easily...</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM Eyes only</div><div class="spoiler_body">Invoking my Boon of Vigor for +2 Str/+2 Dex/+2Con as well, successful with a 12. Death Sight was successful with a 13. Feel free to tell me what my teammates look like under Death Sight, if anything unusual - I decided to be proactively creative on what Mordechai, or at least his hands, look like to himself.<br/></div></div>