All eyes on me, ladies and gentleman~

Don't be afraid, come one, come all. You are about to see acts and antics sure to awe and astound in an age that surely needs it. Their main acrobat may be an elf, but have no fear. He is harmless. Mostly~

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“Come one come all! We turn no one away! We are here to stupend and astound the masses~ I make no promises that you won’t be shocked and a little scandalized.... but you’ll be entertained~”

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uponmyhonor started following you

“Pardon me messere, my stage is just behind you.”

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desecratedvalor:

Evelyn laughed softly, turning her attention back to him. She ran her fingers along the top of her cup, chewing on her lower lip. “Sometimes it’s just easier to drink.” Especially if she drank enough to pass out. It was rare for her have nightmares if she drank herself into unconsciousness. She could use a decent night’s rest, but it wasn’t going to happen. Passing out was as close as she could get.

“What do you do? People watch you, so you must do something interesting.” He was kind of fascinating so she slowed down on drinking. She couldn’t get to know him better if she was too drunk to pay attention. She looked him over carefully. “You don’t look like much of a singer. Dancer, then?”

“Not easier on one’s purse in the long run.... But since we’re talking about me I’ll leave my words on you behind for the moment. I’m a performer. It’s my job to look and act wonderful as I bend myself into fantastic and sickening shapes for coin and applause. You’re right about the singing though- I squawk worse than an ill hen.”

He said this all with the same flippant manner he said anything- don’t reveal too much- don’t let her see anything past the delightful and handsome performer he was. Truly, he was a professional, and even if he was off the clock, there was a chance this could all come back to bite him in the ass. He’d rather that not happen, especially since anything she said would go, being a pretty human woman. Guards tended to believe them over elves any day.

“But I’m more than just my handsome and incredibly limber body. Juggling, knife throwing- I play a mean game of darts with my hands or my feet I’ll have you know.” He teased, winking as he raised his glass to drink.

“You look more of the singing type between the two of us- something classic. Opera perhaps? You look like you would appreciate the Antivan Opera’s... chaotic refrains.”

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desecratedvalor started following you

Originally posted by weeguttersnipe

“You might want to slow down there, dear. Or at least let an unsuspecting man purchase a few on his coin.” He replied from his seat a few spaces down at the bar, a glass of ale in his hard hardly touched. He’d been staring and watching her for some time now- morbidly impressed with her skill but concerned for her liver.

Dark brown eyes gaze over at the man who spoke. Okay, so she had been hitting the liquor a little harder than normal. She finished off what was left in her glass, looking away from him. “I don’t usually let unsuspecting men buy me anything. They normally expect something in return. And I’m not spreading my legs for you.” She hiccuped and motioned for another drink. “Do you like watching strange women drink themselves to death? Or am I just special?”

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“Now I said unsuspecting men. I know better than to buy you a drink, I don’t have enough Sovereigns for that, nor do I think I want to attempt to seduce you and wrest you from whatever caused you to start drinking like your Maker is coming for you.” He chuckled, raising a brow when she ordered another drink.

The elf offered a shrug to her question. “I’ve spent today having people watch me, now I watch people. It’s only fair. As far as you are concerned there is something admirable in your determination to drink.. and a mystery as to why....”

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desecratedvalor started following you

“You might want to slow down there, dear. Or at least let an unsuspecting man purchase a few on his coin.” He replied from his seat a few spaces down at the bar, a glass of ale in his hard hardly touched. He’d been staring and watching her for some time now- morbidly impressed with her skill but concerned for her liver.

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

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wulffsbane:

“It was people,” Bigby corrected dryly, utterly unamused by the question, no matter how rhetorical or facetiously-meant it was. “I ate humans. That’s how I grew large. And I mind a lot, actually. Dunno where you come from that you think that’s an acceptable question within two minutes of meeting someone, but you’re welcome to hit up a zoo if you’re looking for trained animals to vex. You know the kind. They’re like alienages.”

“Mmm yes, with such a winning personality too, you truly have it all. But fair is fair- I’ll leave the big old Shemlen to his broody business. There’s bound to be somewhere that needs your gloom and poor attitude more than here.” 

Originally posted by ultrapatates

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scandaloussparkler:

The mage scoffed. “Or so you’d think.” He wasn’t about to give away the intricacies of his outfit away to someone who hadn’t even shared their name with him, he wasn’t above dropping a little hint. Most of the buckles and straps were for show, masking the real clasps and buckles along his side. It was simply more fun that way, watching would be partners swear and fumble, only to reveal the mechanisms to them when they invariably gave up. Ah, he missed those days. Not that he was going to relive them here. If he wasn’t already aware that he was only being flirted with in a bid to coax him into filling a seat, Geth made it painfully obvious when he went on talking.

“Let me guess; you’re this insistent with all the handsome mages, but you’ll deny it vehemently, as long as you have my patronage.” One arm folded across his chest, tucking his hand into his own elbow. His other hand raised to his mouth, tapping his lower lip as a thoughtful pout came to his face. “I suppose I might come, providing the Inquisitor doesn’t require my presence. I am quite the popular man, after all.”

“Hah, aren’t you full of surprises?” Geththorn was honestly a little surprised. He hadn’t suspected the other was a mage. He rarely encountered mages- the ones he did were always painfully dull, working for nobility. This man was refreshing but some part of Dorian mirrored himself- and it made Geththorn determined to do something. 

“Well now- you’re just going to accuse me of such slanderous statements and then teaste me with your own presence? How diabolical!” He accused, without any real rancor. He did relent and let out a long-suffering sigh. Getting called out with such honesty was rather...interesting. It made him realize this mage may know a lot more about how Geththorn operates. Maybe even from personal experience. What could this man be hiding? Did he have secrets? What was behind this man’s bravado and cutting tongue?

Gethorn wagged a finger in Dorian’s face “If you don’t show up, I’m going to have to chase you down for a private performance. I’m going to try my damndest to impress you now. Now it’s personal, a point of honor. Gethorn Hel’thas will dazzle you yet, Messere Pavus.“

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scandaloussparkler:

A shapely eyebrow perked in disbelief, lips parted as if he meant to continue accusing this strange man of unjustly insulting his outfit, but here came another pun. Just in time to cut off whatever he’d meant to say with a soft groan. “At least you have some semblance of taste.” Which is more than he could say for other members of the Inquisition. “I’d question the sanity of any man who thought your… garb was superior to mine.”

Even with the distance between them, Dorian couldn’t help but shuffle back a half a pace when Geth flipped back onto his feet. It was more space than he could have needed to get up, but one couldn’t be too careful. He didn’t move far, naturally, finding himself far too entranced by the way his body moved and contorted. Kaffas, now wasn’t the time to think like that.

By the time the performer was up on his feet, Dorian’s gaze had already focused on the man’s face, “Mmm… I’m not sure.” The mage began, bringing his fingers to his lips as he thought about it for a moment. If all the members of this elf’s troupe moved the way he did, it could be a pleasant enough way to while away a few hours while drinking. On the other hand, drinking alone was just as fun, especially if a good novel was thrown into the mix. He studied the performer, brows knit slightly as he mulled over his words.

With a little huff, Dorian took a step back, as if he meant to leave and continue walking. “I have so many things to do tonight, and these sorts of shows do tend to last for hours at a time…”

“Now lets not disregard all my garb has to offer. After all, it fits me quite well too, and keeps your eyes on me. So it’s not a total loss. Plus I don’t doubt it’s much easier to put on... and remove.” Maybe going this flirty this quickly was a poor choice, but he’d already gotten this far. He usually only flirted this much with ladies. But he’d risk it- besides if the human had issue, he would backtrack and apologize and remark it was all part of the show. Which- it was. Handsome though this man was, he was working and had better things to do than seduce the clientele, handsome as the clientele was....

“Well at least come see part of the show, Messere Pavus. We won’t even harass you for tips, since we’re already getting paid~.” He still tried to encourage the mustached man, giving him another winning smile. He hoped that the other would come, they needed all the exposure they could get. But still, getting a chance to banter with the man during his act could also be a very good thing.

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it 4am

i sleep

crit role

night

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alienageacrxbat:

scandaloussparkler started following you

“Well, I’ve never had an audience quite so… strapping before, if you’ll pardon the pun. How are you doing today sir, what’s your name?”

He’s balanced on one hand, one leg straight in the air as the other leg and hand are splayed out at an angle. He had to crane his neck back to speak to the man, but it added to the difficulty.

The mage wouldn’t be pardoning that pun any time soon, judging by the look on his face. Dorian’s eyes rolled in annoyance, and he clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It seemed like no matter where he went or who he met, there was always that one jokester ready to pry him with puns and ruin an otherwise perfectly good compliment. Still, the corner of his lip twitched, threatening to turn into a full-fledged smile, and a sound that could have been barely suppressed laughter escaped in a quick little breath of air.

It just wouldn’t do to actually laugh at something like that. “My day was perfectly acceptable, until a certain someone decided to poke fun at my wardrobe.” His eyes narrowed further into ridiculous slits- too ridiculous to have been serious. He brushed imagined dust off one of his many buckles and did his best to ignore how awkward he felt speaking to an upside down elf, as if nothing at all was amiss about the situation. “I am Dorian of House Pavus… I take it you are one of tonight’s performers?”

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“Poke fun? Never. Merely making an observation. Poking fun would be if it didn’t suit you, and something that fitting” He teased again. After all, where am I to judge on fashion sense?” He remarked blithely, wiggling one foot at himself in a facsimile of pointing at his own attire. Garish performing clothes in several bold shades of colors compared to a few- okay, a LOT of belts? No contest. 

But he had gotten the man’s attention, which he had wanted. So he’ll take the engagement and the self-mockery. Geththorn even got a name- an interesting and apparently titled name, though he didn’t know the particulars of the Pavus line to say for sure. This Dorian seemed to have a good upbringing but had no qualms talking to an elf.... good to know. He pushed his momentum forward, bringing his legs both up and over his torso so he could plant both feet on the ground and bring himself to an upright position. 

“That I am, that I am. I am but one member of the Jagged Moon troupe, and while the current pleasure is all mine to make your acquaintance, Dorian of House Pavus- I’m hoping myself and my fellow members can instill some pleasure in you later this evening during our show... ” This man couldn’t be all that uptight, maybe a bit of banter could entice him to come by and watch. 

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absolutionem started following you

“As much as dodging fruit adds to the difficulty of my maneuvers, please resist the urge. After all, it’s a waste of good fruit.” The elf jested, using his foot to brush aside the fruit that had been thrown at him, looking at the audience with concern in his eyes. There was always one that wanted to make him fall... Who was it?

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scandaloussparkler started following you

“Well, I’ve never had an audience quite so... strapping before, if you’ll pardon the pun. How are you doing today sir, what’s your name?”

He’s balanced on one hand, one leg straight in the air as the other leg and hand are splayed out at an angle. He had to crane his neck back to speak to the man, but it added to the difficulty.

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voiceunwritten started following you

“Well hello Lady Nightingale...~”

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faithscarred started following you

“The Blooming Rose never really changes, does it? The lovely specimens within do.. but never the feeling itself when you walk in.”

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wulffsbane started following you

“Well you’re a big one, aren’t you? You certainly ate your vegetables to get big and strong.... Do you mind if I use you for a trick? You just need to be able to stand very still.”

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“Well one of us meant to end up here and one of us didn’t. So we should probably figure out which is which, hm?”