Maybe. She does look delicious with all that void coming out of her.
No⊠also donât do dead
Araphant would most definitely date the fair damsel. Judging by that tabard, they have a lot in common!
taps her chin, thinking for a long moment.
Yah. Ja look like oâ nice mon.
⊠whaâ are ja? Stupid? Oâ course nah!
CathrĂon sighs lightly while leaning against a nearby wall, her arms folded and feet crossed at the ankles, not even bothering to look in the direction of the Troll. âYou know, Iâm quite positive the only reason youâre even still alive is because nobody could be bothered to deal with the plotting of, or the ramifications of, murdering you, in return for whatever inconsequential reward your demise may yield âŠâ
She then glances at Mithâcha for a moment before off into the distance once again. â⊠dating you would be an even more taxing, and far less rewarding ⊠so youâll forgive me when I tell you I have no desire to plunge anything inside you, be it either a sharp instrument designed to kill you, or a phallic one designed to thrill you.â
The Elf then bends a knee, placing a foot against the wall, pushing herself off it gently before sauntering away.
"I for sure would! If we were to judge purely by the looks⊠she looks so Silvermoon that oneâd struggle to beat her no matter how much they tried. All the gold, the red, and even the tabard itself! Yeah, her outfit shouts QuelâThalas. And from what Iâve gathered the few times I saw her, she also knows her way around words. I may sound a biiit too picky there, but I couldnât date someone whose intelligence barely outmatches that of a summoned water elemental.
Someone being pleasant to the sight is hardly enough for an unforgettable experience, the purpose of a date is to meet the other person, to converse with them about any topics of your choice. You canât really discuss much with a peon who has issues counting to ten.
Anyways, since I was getting a bit off-topic⊠yeah, Iâd gladly meet her better. She better not be one of these sinâdorei who religiously believe all our kin is traitors, thatâd be quite a waste."
âLast time Iâve seen somebody this passive aggressive and talkative she ended up being as vicious as they come. So why not? Im certain it wont lead to me getting murdered in my sleep somehow.â The nightborne says. Sarcasm dripping from his mouth.
I have an idea that wouldnât really be a date or have any romantic subsets to it, if youâre interested.
The basic premise is simply that we have a few spars and go to the tavern afterwards. Each time you showcase something I havenât seen before - probably because I havenât been in the âcirclesâ for a while now - I buy you a drink. Each time I showcase something you havenât seen before - probably because the techniques are older than you are - you buy me a drink.
Care to entertain an old man?
Sparring? I cannot lie Shalâdorei, you have caught my attention. While my heart does not settle on competition, a test of skill keeps the mind and reactions sharp; I am sure you know.
We can share feedback over revitalising beverages afterwards.
Iâd be happy to spar with you. We do both need to keep our skills sharp; weâll need them in the days to come. Heh, when do we not, am I right?
Of course Iâm more than happy to enjoy your company afterward, in whatever way you like.
âBlade of gold staining red the falling veil, which hand to lead and play the part? Shame of old still loath to fade within, nightâs shroud to wash a heavy wretched heart.â
âHmm. I have to admit Iâve a weakness for poetry, and that was quite the fine piece. I would most definitely take delight in your company. Mind you sitting down for a cup of tea or coffee? Perhaps glass of wine, if I may be so bold?â
âI can make poetry too! Letâs see⊠Infernals raininâ down. Fire everywhere. Charred is her gown. Fire until nowhere.â The goblin looks at the elf with a smug smole and feeling very proud of herself. âLetâs have a drink, sugahâ!â
Teknetia looks down at the Goblin standing in front of him and stares for a moment.
ââŠThere are some issues. One, you play with powers that cannot be controlled, my people know that more than most. Two, your Race is allied with the Horde and we are in the middle of a war with you so I cannot trust you. Three⊠the erm⊠size difference between us would make things⊠errr⊠difficult.â
Alavie looks to the Draenei with slight smirk.
âWell, I have always been rather interested in the races of the Alliance.
Draenei especially. Lead the way if you wishâ
âIâd be more than willing to enjoy a night out with a fellow Farstrider. Well, former, in my case.â
âWe canât let out differences seperate us, so I donât see why not.â
Skip me if you wish.
âWell⊠I have had bad experiences in the past with Blood Elves⊠and with the current conflict I donât know if I can trust someone from the Horde. However, let us pretend that tonight that there is no conflict, that it is just us two Hunters. I will gladly lead the way.â
At least weâre on the same side, right? Thatâs something we have in commonâŠ
âSomething tells me he doesnât really like us. You know⊠some people have not yet figured that weâve -nothing- to do with the Horde as it stands for now. Also⊠Draenei. They more often than not despise of any magic thatâs neither Light or Arcane. How about we go somewhere else?â