"Not with that attitude, peanut..."
I 'eard dis was place ta find date, but dis place 'ave more dead people den a shrine ta Bwonsamdi!
Even if dis was place for datin' den I tink I gun pass, prefer me partner ta 'ave some more flesh on dem.
Even if dis was place for datin' den I tink I gun pass, prefer me partner ta 'ave some more flesh on dem.
*Crudely waves her void tentacles in HexzĂșl's direction*
''Is that enough flesh for you, troll? I can always summon more....they might even go places never explored before. But the Horde thing....we gotta talk about that.''
''Is that enough flesh for you, troll? I can always summon more....they might even go places never explored before. But the Horde thing....we gotta talk about that.''
"What a horrendously vile specimen you are âŠ"
A typically eloquent Shal'dorei voice can be heard, delivering such a disparaging comment in a suitably haughty manner which could be recognised as being nothing more than second nature. Turning to see the origin of this statement, Feydrea finds a Nightbourne who appears to be donning nothing more than a particularly lavish pair of pristine white robes that contrasts with her dark hair, along with some very eye catching jewellery, levitating just an inch or so from the floor in a faux seated position, her legs crossed with one of her arms dangling to the side, as if over the edge of an invisible chair's armrest, the hand in the clutches of an imp who appears to be filing her nails for her. A smug look upon her visage, she continues to speak.
"... if your best attempts at dissuading a Troll from remaining a member of the Horde involves rewarding his defection with molestation and penetration by your disgustingly eldritch mutations, I am quite sure you will, in fact, inspire the exact opposite reaction. As for whether I have any interest in you? Well, let's just say you would be better off spelunking into "places never explored before" on yourself with those ⊠things ⊠than coming anywhere near me. Good day."
After a moment of lightly chortling, revelling in what she perceives to be her own witty victory, the Shal'dorei's eyes suddenly widen as she emits a sharp yelp. Turning to face the imp who was administering her manicure, she smacks it violently before withdrawing her hand, shaking it vigorously as if attempting to soothe it in vein while the imp ducks for cover. "Rupnik, you imbecile! Watch what you're doing! The presentation of these nails is far more important than your miserable little so called life! If you make a hames of them just one more time, I'll be returning you from whence you came permanently! Do I make myself clear?!"
The imp begs and pleads with the Nightbourne, referring to her as "Mistress". The smug look on the woman's face is replaced with one of sulky petulance as she eventually offers her hand back to the imp who begins pampering her once more, albeit in a far more cautious manner.
A typically eloquent Shal'dorei voice can be heard, delivering such a disparaging comment in a suitably haughty manner which could be recognised as being nothing more than second nature. Turning to see the origin of this statement, Feydrea finds a Nightbourne who appears to be donning nothing more than a particularly lavish pair of pristine white robes that contrasts with her dark hair, along with some very eye catching jewellery, levitating just an inch or so from the floor in a faux seated position, her legs crossed with one of her arms dangling to the side, as if over the edge of an invisible chair's armrest, the hand in the clutches of an imp who appears to be filing her nails for her. A smug look upon her visage, she continues to speak.
"... if your best attempts at dissuading a Troll from remaining a member of the Horde involves rewarding his defection with molestation and penetration by your disgustingly eldritch mutations, I am quite sure you will, in fact, inspire the exact opposite reaction. As for whether I have any interest in you? Well, let's just say you would be better off spelunking into "places never explored before" on yourself with those ⊠things ⊠than coming anywhere near me. Good day."
After a moment of lightly chortling, revelling in what she perceives to be her own witty victory, the Shal'dorei's eyes suddenly widen as she emits a sharp yelp. Turning to face the imp who was administering her manicure, she smacks it violently before withdrawing her hand, shaking it vigorously as if attempting to soothe it in vein while the imp ducks for cover. "Rupnik, you imbecile! Watch what you're doing! The presentation of these nails is far more important than your miserable little so called life! If you make a hames of them just one more time, I'll be returning you from whence you came permanently! Do I make myself clear?!"
The imp begs and pleads with the Nightbourne, referring to her as "Mistress". The smug look on the woman's face is replaced with one of sulky petulance as she eventually offers her hand back to the imp who begins pampering her once more, albeit in a far more cautious manner.
"Not a big loss, eh? - he remarks to Feydrea, pointedly ignoring the Nightborne. - I'd rather date that imp than a cruel snob."
"While I don't normaly say no to extra company, I make an exception to that rule when the extra company is a demon that you've eaten, or however that works. Eh, that's a no."
"Oh, I've eaten thousands of demons but none of them stayed, presumably 'cause my personality is that insufferable!" - he drawls with a mock regret, waving the human goodbye.
[Skip.]
[Skip.]
Nadine sidesteps around the demon hunter, making sure she does not get to close while she mumbles quietly to herself. "Or maybe even they thought you came across as a creep." When she has manoeuvred around him and find herself facing Rorick, she blinks surprised as she cannot believe she has actually got what looks like a nice date and answers enthusiastically. Perhaps a tad bit too much so.
"By the Light, yes! Yes definitely!"
"By the Light, yes! Yes definitely!"
"It depends on your family line, of course!"
"No, no most assuredly not. Even if I'd ever consider a relationship of that sort with a human, which I' m not planning to, this one would be awefully low on the list."
Lyvessia looks down the length of her nose at the pair of humans and Kaldorei. ââSo this is what passes for prime breeding stock amongst the Alliance? Most disappointing.ââ
Her gaze sharply shifts to AstarĂ«, still carrying that forlorn look, ââPerhaps you would know more about the principles of portal injunction theory and associated applications on compromised networks?ââ
Her gaze sharply shifts to AstarĂ«, still carrying that forlorn look, ââPerhaps you would know more about the principles of portal injunction theory and associated applications on compromised networks?ââ
"Someone who refers to me and mine as breeding stock as if we're common cattle? Nah, I'm going to take the liberty of assuming that you are not a pleasant person at all."
"Those are nightborne. Legion filth that now willingly licks the boots of the lich queen in her murderous crusade. Daring a felguard will fit more her... Delicate standarts.
Oh, a date between us? Well, i wont mind one, before getting back to duty. How about a nice picnic and some war tales?
Oh, a date between us? Well, i wont mind one, before getting back to duty. How about a nice picnic and some war tales?
"Well, miss, you for sure need to calm down a bit. Let's maybe share a glass of wine? You seem stressed with the whole war deal. And let's skip out on the war stories, that'll only cause you think more about it. I get it, you hate the Horde with a passion... but give it a break. Calm, calculated actions is what will bring you victory, not acting purely based on emotions and grudges you hold against Sylvanas. You'll be making mistakes, doing something irrational just to try get your revenge on the 'filth' as you so affectionately call them. So... want to relax a bit?"
"I see shadows and light. Stroking the mist
The voices take flight. Is this but a wish
Of peaceful dreams on a night
Moonlight kissed
The tendrils of smoke lash the street
Unveiling a port. Disguised honey sweet
To cater all sorts. And hushed tones all agree
That this. Is not going to be."
The voices take flight. Is this but a wish
Of peaceful dreams on a night
Moonlight kissed
The tendrils of smoke lash the street
Unveiling a port. Disguised honey sweet
To cater all sorts. And hushed tones all agree
That this. Is not going to be."
Bloody nether! You're so beautiful I'd even let you do experiments on me! The warlock-y kind, or the void-y kind, or anything in between...
*blinks dazedly, covers his face with a hand, waits to get swallowed by the earth - or at least a void portal*
*blinks dazedly, covers his face with a hand, waits to get swallowed by the earth - or at least a void portal*
"This guy looks like he hangs aroun' near candy stores just ta spook the kids - ya should be takin' that candy ya mook!"
*Minnie gives two thumbs down and blows a raspberry.*
*Minnie gives two thumbs down and blows a raspberry.*
"...If this is some manner of prank, it is not amusing. Certainly not."
"Eh, I believe I would. That is assuming you don't mind being with a man, and a human at that."
"I do take issue with both of those."