Cellfoolery
Narsis tells you : What is this that I hear that Ayrios no longer follows the darkness?
You tell Narsis : You listen to fools? Pity.
Narsis tells you : It was a rumour that passed to my ears. *chuckles*
Narsis tells you : Let your husband know I have a gift to bestow upon him....
Narsis tells you : I may have one for you as well.
You tell Narsis : What leads you to believe my husband is in need of any gifts?
Narsis tells you : I am sure he needs no handouts. *chuckles* It is more like an incentive for him to speak with me.
You tell Narsis : And you would be?
Narsis tells you : I am Narsis son of Cell. I am gathering the darkness into my embrace to find those worthy enough of the gifts I have. Unless you think the gifts I have would be too much for you both to handle I can look elsewhere.
You tell Narsis : Ahh, Cell, killed by a simple drunken storyteller. Indeed a bloodline of note. *grins* Now, as I said, you would be? Do try not to spout off with bloodlines, or who you know. For anyone with half a brain knows that means little, if anything.
Narsis tells you : *chuckles* I am nothing like my father. Jillian and Alucard both wish to take part in my plans...now I wonder if you are indeed even worthy of my time.
You tell Narsis : You shall need Jillian, for you cannot even name your own merits. Is spouting off the names of others all you are able to do? Have you no skill of your own?
Narsis tells you : I am the scourge of the lands. I feel I have no need to further indulge you with my deeds. For they are not well known in these lands. Forget about my proposal for obviously you are not worthy of my time.
You tell Narsis : *grins* The scourge of the lands is not well known? How positively amusing!
Note: At this point he shut up, clearly unable to answer the simple question!
From: Erynn
Posted: Friday, November 19, 04:57:55
Storytime! So I'm nonchalantly just enjoying my eve, lazing around in bed, as I was feeling, lazy. And lo and behold, this voice enters my mind! *dramatic pause goes here* Twas some silly boy, Narsis, questioning me about my dear husband. It would seem he felt he needed to offer my husband gifts to get him to speak with him. Great sign that I'm dealing with a nobody, agreed? So naturally, I question this. A simple question I ask him, one most any fool should be able to easily handle. But no! Not this one. See, he clearly has no merits of his own to name, so he relies on the names of others. " And you would be?" I ask him, to which he responds, "I am the son of Cell." Quick, someone sound the bells! Revelation! So this guy is the son of a man who was killed by a simple drunken storyteller. Indeedy, makes him pretty enviable, don't you think? *let's have another dramatic pause here, for the pure hell of it* So anyways, he claims he has these great gifts. Obviously having no merits of his own, he needs to buy followers. Now at this point, I kindly point out the manner in which his father met his end, and again queried him on his own merits. Surely he has something of his own going without having to depend on the names of others. Right? I mean, he couldn't possibly be so pitiful. Now note I ask him to tell me who he is, without naming names. His response comes, and what does he do, he says nothing of himself, he names two more names! Yes! The man is a true genius! I again tell him, naming names says nothing of his own worth, and let it be known I question his worth, seeing as he can't seem to say anything about himself. Now get this! *dramatic whisper, pretend the text gets tiny!* He tells me he is the scourge of the lands, but he is not well known in the lands. *dramatic and highly amused snort goes here* So, come one, come all! For if you are not known, if you are a nobody who has done nothing, if you can spout off names of other people, then truly you can be the scourge of the lands as well! Think of it people! The possibilities! It is simply awe inspiring, is it not? So lads and lassies, the moral of this fine story, you may ask: Do not be a simple idiot like the laughably pitiful Narsis. (This story has been brought to you by the letter S, for stupid, and the number 0, which indicates what Narsis is.)
You tell Narsis : You listen to fools? Pity.
Narsis tells you : It was a rumour that passed to my ears. *chuckles*
Narsis tells you : Let your husband know I have a gift to bestow upon him....
Narsis tells you : I may have one for you as well.
You tell Narsis : What leads you to believe my husband is in need of any gifts?
Narsis tells you : I am sure he needs no handouts. *chuckles* It is more like an incentive for him to speak with me.
You tell Narsis : And you would be?
Narsis tells you : I am Narsis son of Cell. I am gathering the darkness into my embrace to find those worthy enough of the gifts I have. Unless you think the gifts I have would be too much for you both to handle I can look elsewhere.
You tell Narsis : Ahh, Cell, killed by a simple drunken storyteller. Indeed a bloodline of note. *grins* Now, as I said, you would be? Do try not to spout off with bloodlines, or who you know. For anyone with half a brain knows that means little, if anything.
Narsis tells you : *chuckles* I am nothing like my father. Jillian and Alucard both wish to take part in my plans...now I wonder if you are indeed even worthy of my time.
You tell Narsis : You shall need Jillian, for you cannot even name your own merits. Is spouting off the names of others all you are able to do? Have you no skill of your own?
Narsis tells you : I am the scourge of the lands. I feel I have no need to further indulge you with my deeds. For they are not well known in these lands. Forget about my proposal for obviously you are not worthy of my time.
You tell Narsis : *grins* The scourge of the lands is not well known? How positively amusing!
Note: At this point he shut up, clearly unable to answer the simple question!
From: Erynn
Posted: Friday, November 19, 04:57:55
Storytime! So I'm nonchalantly just enjoying my eve, lazing around in bed, as I was feeling, lazy. And lo and behold, this voice enters my mind! *dramatic pause goes here* Twas some silly boy, Narsis, questioning me about my dear husband. It would seem he felt he needed to offer my husband gifts to get him to speak with him. Great sign that I'm dealing with a nobody, agreed? So naturally, I question this. A simple question I ask him, one most any fool should be able to easily handle. But no! Not this one. See, he clearly has no merits of his own to name, so he relies on the names of others. " And you would be?" I ask him, to which he responds, "I am the son of Cell." Quick, someone sound the bells! Revelation! So this guy is the son of a man who was killed by a simple drunken storyteller. Indeedy, makes him pretty enviable, don't you think? *let's have another dramatic pause here, for the pure hell of it* So anyways, he claims he has these great gifts. Obviously having no merits of his own, he needs to buy followers. Now at this point, I kindly point out the manner in which his father met his end, and again queried him on his own merits. Surely he has something of his own going without having to depend on the names of others. Right? I mean, he couldn't possibly be so pitiful. Now note I ask him to tell me who he is, without naming names. His response comes, and what does he do, he says nothing of himself, he names two more names! Yes! The man is a true genius! I again tell him, naming names says nothing of his own worth, and let it be known I question his worth, seeing as he can't seem to say anything about himself. Now get this! *dramatic whisper, pretend the text gets tiny!* He tells me he is the scourge of the lands, but he is not well known in the lands. *dramatic and highly amused snort goes here* So, come one, come all! For if you are not known, if you are a nobody who has done nothing, if you can spout off names of other people, then truly you can be the scourge of the lands as well! Think of it people! The possibilities! It is simply awe inspiring, is it not? So lads and lassies, the moral of this fine story, you may ask: Do not be a simple idiot like the laughably pitiful Narsis. (This story has been brought to you by the letter S, for stupid, and the number 0, which indicates what Narsis is.)