“ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
“Great. That leaves the killer clown to me. Can’t wait to get started.”
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@surfeitofthieves
“ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
“Great. That leaves the killer clown to me. Can’t wait to get started.”
“ want me to hold your hand?”
“You know, you could stand to be a little less condescending,” he pointed out. “If you really want us to hold hands, all you have to do is ask - nicely. There’s no need to be a dick about it,” he continued, placing both hands on his things as he bent at the hip, lowering himself to be eye-level with her.
“ want me to hold your hand?”
The Altmer merely shot her a sideways glare before giving her a light shove to the shoulder and told her to shut up.
“ oh, i am so not going in there.”
Telindil stopped where he sat perched on the windowsill, one leg on either side and slowly turned his head towards her, fixing her a glare as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me’.
“Get your ass up here before I come back down and get you,” he hissed down to her.
“ what? what is it?”
Had he been staring? Yes, absolutely. There was no ned to sugar coat it, he figured.“You have something on your face,” he replied bluntly and offered her a thin-lipped smile. “Right here,” he motioned to his left cheek to show her where.
supernatural s1ep17 sentence starters
“ come on, man, is it much further? i’m cold.”
“ how did you find this place anyway?”
“ oh, i am so not going in there.”
“ we came all the way out here, might as well check it out.”
“ let’s just hurry this up and get back to the car, alright?”
“ want me to hold your hand?”
“ ew. shut up, you loser!”
“ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
“ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.”
“ i don’t see anything scary. do you?”
“ what? what is it?”
“ ha-ha. very funny.”
“ not a lot of scenery here. kind of gotta make your own.”
“ we’re not kids anymore.”
“ we’re not gonna start that crap up again.”
“ that prank stuff. it’s stupid and it always escalates.”
“ what’s the matter? you afraid you’re gonna get a little nair in your shampoo again, huh?”
“ all right. just remember you started it.”
“ most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
“ there’s no harm checking this thing out.”
“ it was the scariest thing i saw in my whole life, i swear to god.”
“ i think it was blood.”
“ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”
“ rumor has it you might know about one.”
“ i didn’t think there was anything to the story.”
“ i don’t know what the hell to think, man…”
“ this was not a prank. i swear to god, i don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again.”
“ that’s exactly why you never get laid.”
“ hey, what about this one? you seen this one before?”
“ what are you doing here?”
“ what the hell are YOU doing here?”
“ i belong here. i’m a professional.”
“ oh, you gotta be kidding me.”
“ and i know who you are too… an amateur.”
“ so if you don’t mind. i’m trying to conduct a serious, scientific investigation here.”
“ huh. so, have you ever really seen a ghost before, or…?”
“ dude, come on, man. we did our digging. this one’s a bust.”
“ i say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.”
“ that’s all you got? it’s weak. that is bush league.”
“ why do i have to go in there?”
“ i’ll take the homicidal ghost, thanks.”
“ would you ever take that dare?”
“ hello? is anybody there?”
“ i think maybe we missed something.”
“ i don’t believe it.”
“ i got an idea.”
“ who you gonna call?”
“ come on, we don’t have much time.”
“ i dare you to take a swig of this.”
“ what the hell would i do that for?”
“ i double dare you.”
“ i hate rats.”
“ you rather it was a ghost?”
“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”
“ maybe we should just go.”
“ sweet lord of the rings…”
“ it’s bugging the hell outta me.”
“ this whole damn job’s bugging me.”
“ that explains why it went after you, but why me?”
“ i thought it was funny at first, but… now that girl/guy is dead.”
“ it was just a joke. you know, i mean - none of it was real. we made the whole thing up. i swear.”
“ hey, where were you?”
“ hey, why don’t you get dressed? i wanna go grab something to eat.”
“ dude, what’s your problem?”
“ people believe in santa claus. how come i’m not getting hooked up every christmas?”
“ because you’re a bad person.”
“ how the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
“ man, i think i’m allergic to our soap or something.”
“ you did this? you’re a frigging jerk.”
“ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”
“ i know, but i’ve never actually seen a real ghost before. like, a real ghost! like, an apparition!”
“W.W.B.D. what would buffy do? huh?”
“ oh, look at that. action figures in their original packaging. what a shock.”
“ why should i trust you?”
“ well, i have an obligation to kick your little ass right now.”
“ slow your roll, buddy. they’re gonna know we’re excited.”
“ if you pull that string one more time, i’m gonna kill you.”
“ come on, man. you need more laughter in your life.”
“ you know, you’re way too tense.”
“ you didn’t.”
“ i barely have any skin left on my palm.”
“ what the hell are you trying to do? get yourself killed?”
“ so these - these guns don’t work?”
“ come and get it you ugly son of a bitch.”
“ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
“ it’s fast and dirty, but it works.”
“ little lingo for ya.”
“ anywho, excuse me. i’m off to la-la-land.”
“ well, congratulations, that sounds really great.”
“ oh, yeah, luck, it’s got nothing to do with it. it’s about talent. you know, sheer, unabashed talent.”
“ i’m the one who put a dead fish in their backseat.”
“ truce?”
“ yeah, truce. at least for the next hundred miles.”
A pretty accurate representation of what Telindil’s Vampire Lord form looks like:
Massvie wings for effortless and prolonged fligh
sharp talons on hands and feet for combat and protection
bat like face with acute hearing and sense of smell, as well as razor sharp teeth
tail for stability and combat
His skin turns a mottled, light shade of grey.
When standing up-right he towers over most creatures at roughly 7 feet, with a wingspan approximately twice that to support his weight.
“ why should i trust you?”
Til exhaled loudly, letting his shoulders slump. “Listen… I don’t really care if you trust me, but unless you want to end up as the newest mantlepiece in some bandit hideout, I strongly suggest you take another route. Don’t believe me? Ask the guards. The Jarl has issued a warning for the area.”