My dear girl - I have a plethora of tales I would be more than happy to regale you with.
[No seriously he'd love a captive audience to his tales of grandeur. No matter that he might...spice things up a bit. You won't know the differences...]
[At first, she finds herself nodding at the journal. Then she quickly becomes confused. At last in a very hesitate and partially worried voice, she speaks.]
M-my room?
[The bard is seriously wondering what she just got herself into now...]
[Audio] I can't help but notice the outfits sorta match though :|ahalfbrokenwingsAugust 26 2011, 04:09:20 UTC
[Hmmm, perhaps not the brightest of her ideas...]
Would the Great Hall, a bell before supper, be alright?
[She just limited the time, so either hungry stomachs could interrupt politely, or perhaps someone at dinner might notice her missing... if it comes down to it. ]
[Audio] |D seriously...now we know where the inspiration came fromnotpredictableAugust 26 2011, 04:17:12 UTC
[...He noticed what you just did there, and he has to muffle a long and exaggerated sigh - granted, he doesn't do the best job of muffling ever - because really, he's far classier than what people here seem to realize. Honestly, where have all the good villains gone?]
I'm not going to maim you, if that's what you're concerned with. But if you insist, that's certainly quite alright.
[...At any other time he would be incredibly pleased at the reaction to his title. Now, though...it's a tad cumbersome, especially when you just wanted to tell someone how fantastic you are.]
No. That's quite alright. Your proposed time will do splendidly.
[His fantastic is awesome why doesn’t everyone see this? :C
He shuts his book with a snap and heaves an exaggerated sigh before pushing himself up and heading down to the proper meeting place, though only after ensuring that he looked properly dashing in his medieval garb - one could only wear the same thing for so long, you know. He’d managed to find a few things as similar to his style as possible in the event his suit needed cleaning. Which it did, at the moment.
He still has the cape on, though.]
Miss Isabella! [He learned, see? When he’d encountered Odette, he’d accidentally been exceptionally rude, but he learns from his mistakes!]
Re: [comment log]halfbrokenwingsAugust 30 2011, 04:44:26 UTC
[She's never been called a miss! She turns to greet the stranger and her eyes widen at the very sight of him.
She doesn't screech only because she's bitten her tongue when her mouth clicked shut in an attempt to prevent the reaction.
But, given that all Megamind would need were a few tentacles hanging from his face and perhaps a wrinkle or more upon his expansive forehead to look like a Illithid, she's doing pretty well for the reaction!
You said you weren't going to maim her, are you here to ear her brains?
She coughs, trying to cover her reaction.]
Yes! Are... are you Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy, sir?
[Must. Say. Title.
She does not wish to offend you. She wants to keep her brains...]
[No seriously he'd love a captive audience to his tales of grandeur. No matter that he might...spice things up a bit. You won't know the differences...]
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You would?
[Have some excitement at the very thought of it Megamind!]
I would be delighted and honored to! Do you have a preference for a location as a place to speak, sir?
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[God you women of the Keep play WAY too much into his ego...]
Wait --
[He is SO not used to people wanting to talk to him.]
...You would? Well - of-of course you would, why wouldn't you, I am quite the conversationalist, if I do say so myself--
Er. The, ah--
[Blast it all--]
Where are you currently located. Now.
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M-my room?
[The bard is seriously wondering what she just got herself into now...]
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The Bower! The Bower! That will be just fine - perfect, absolutely fantastic, in fact.
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Alright... the Bower then, Mister-?
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Ah! How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of All Villainy.
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[.... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]
Megamind? Um, my name is Isabella. It will be a pleasure to meet you...
[All of her bardic skill went into that. Best not piss off a criminal genius master villain by being rude...]
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[He files that name away.]
Yes, yes - when would you like to meet?
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Would the Great Hall, a bell before supper, be alright?
[She just limited the time, so either hungry stomachs could interrupt politely, or perhaps someone at dinner might notice her missing... if it comes down to it. ]
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I'm not going to maim you, if that's what you're concerned with. But if you insist, that's certainly quite alright.
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[No. That wasn't her first thoughts Megamind!]
P-Please forgive me, sir. I am sorry for offending you.
[Because that's exactly what she just did there. Doesn't she sound so very subservient? }
Is there a time more suitable for you?
[How long are the stories you are going to tell her?]
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No. That's quite alright. Your proposed time will do splendidly.
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Alright. I will see you then.
[Oh cursed heavens what did she just get herself into? Isabella will be likely be there early. Pacing a bit, since she can not keep still.
She's protected in the Keep, right?]
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He shuts his book with a snap and heaves an exaggerated sigh before pushing himself up and heading down to the proper meeting place, though only after ensuring that he looked properly dashing in his medieval garb - one could only wear the same thing for so long, you know. He’d managed to find a few things as similar to his style as possible in the event his suit needed cleaning. Which it did, at the moment.
He still has the cape on, though.]
Miss Isabella! [He learned, see? When he’d encountered Odette, he’d accidentally been exceptionally rude, but he learns from his mistakes!]
Is that you?
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She doesn't screech only because she's bitten her tongue when her mouth clicked shut in an attempt to prevent the reaction.
But, given that all Megamind would need were a few tentacles hanging from his face and perhaps a wrinkle or more upon his expansive forehead to look like a Illithid, she's doing pretty well for the reaction!
You said you weren't going to maim her, are you here to ear her brains?
She coughs, trying to cover her reaction.]
Yes! Are... are you Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Criminal Genius and Master of all Villainy, sir?
[Must. Say. Title.
She does not wish to offend you. She wants to keep her brains...]
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