@bloodspillers liked for a starter!
“Oh, what happy days these are! Twould seem I have yet another champion of Hydaelyn to add to my growing list after all!” Fandaniel says from his branch just up above the Miqo’te, shamelessly announcing his presence. He kicks his feet back and forth to emphasize his excitement as he slides a pad and pencil out of his pocket to jot something down.
“Yes, yes…Given your appearance matches the descriptions, I’ve reason to suspect that you may very well be our resident controversial Warrior of Light!”
Since his arrival, he has been making it a point to find any one of his despicable foes that he could, and thus far he has been experiencing nothing but luck. His aim? Simply to announce his presence, really, as well as see how they’d react to him. Gauge their characters a little, if you will. Or just to see if they recognize him at all. Thus far he has had no regrets in ruffling their feathers. Pray this one also puts on a good show. If he is going to have multiple versions of the same enemy in one place, he’d want a colorful array of opposition rather than all of them being cut from the same, trite old cloth.
“Mayhap if you were to open your mouth and speak I’d know for certain that you are the man I’ve sought after, for those who have been exposed to you describe you as being, in summary, a disrespectful, loud mouthed hooligan.”
The summary was spoken with an air of pleasant, yet detached professionalism. Just below the surface, however, Fandaniel feels nothing but contempt.
Oh, lovely, everyone’s favorite Ascian is playing pretend in a tree. L’uca was under no impression he’d be able to avoid this encounter- Fandaniel was a roach underfoot before, and there’s no doubt he still is now. Not one to easily let his opponents win, however, L’uca gives the other a casual wave and grin.
“A disrespectful, loud-mouthed hooligan? Fanny, my dear friend, are you sure you’ve not been hearing rumors about yourself?”
Ears perked forward, L’uca’s gaze meets Fandaniel’s with a bold challenge. Just try to get under my skin, it says, a playful spark igniting at the arrival someone finally not afraid of biting dialogue.
“Let’s see, just what trouble have you gotten up to recently? Disturbance of the peace, carefree genocidal behavior, making everyone put up with your tacky acting skills, and possibly the worst, embarrassing public suicide attempts...” He makes his own theatrics to counter the other, sticking a talon up in the air for each offense. “I’d say I’ve got the short end of the stick of, how do i put this,” an exaggerated flick of the tail, “problematic behavior?”
