Chupigator's Links
“I’m certain that your skills are exceptional, Venator, but there is no need for your services.” Halvet looked off elsewhere, his eyes narrowing. “Besides. If anyone did need removing, I would not need to hire someone for a job I can do myself.”
"Heard that you've got a problem with some rather... large men that the boss has his eyes on. Do you want em' taken out? My trigger finger is itching for some action."
“You can’t be a proper gunslinger without the proper gear. That’s where I come in. You can bark at a knot with some other guy, but let’s be real here. If you wanna stay above snakes, you go with MY stuff. So what’ll it be?”
"Tch. You're kiddin' yourself if you think I have any interest in what you're selling." He takes a quick look at Semblance's armament and his eyes light up when he notices the stealth field generator. "Hm. Maybe some slight interest. Maritti, you're payin'!" He shuffles slightly in embarrassment but does his best to keep a stoic expression.
“Clever man, so very clever. Your inferences are what keep you in this realm! No take-backs, no turnabouts. Such is the beauty of finality.”
"Kelelin asked me to ask you about a refund for some reason. Now, I know better than to mess with you. I heard all about those whispers of what once was. Not really my speed, if I'm honest."
"Nice guy. I know better than to act up in The Golden Poro, even if its hard to resist clobbering some of the shitheads that frequent that place. Magno's got good taste. The man's a fine specimen."
"I always really enjoy your company! I wish I could visit you and all my other friends in Shurima more. Your adventures could be made into a stage show or something, seriously! I don't think you realize just how inspiring you are as a person to people."
“You’re very complimentary, and I thank you for that. I am doing the best I can with what I have been given. Now, let me ask you this… May I see one of those little fellows you have there?”
Hendrishan sighed softly, thinking of his own condition. He gave the girl a gentle smile. “Sometimes, we are given things we cannot change. However, what we do with it and how we choose to live are what truly redeem us. Your companion knows what is precious and protects it; and for that, I do believe there’s hope for him yet.”
"Mister... I have a question... you seem to be able to control yourself... do you think there's still hope for him...?" The young girl pointed to her hulking father figure. "I know he can be destructive and can get mad at people easily but.. he really does mean well! But I want to think there's a way to make him normal..."
"No, not at all. Your aura may be composed of multiple voices but one thing rings true... You have a wonderful spirit. The thing that seems to bind you together is your love for the world around you and the appreciation for beauty. Such an affection is a wonderful trait to have. You inspire hope in others whether or not you realize it, Sandros."
“You’re very elegant and you carry yourself well. I heard of your powerful abilities to read others… I am curious to witness it for myself. Is it only limited to living souls?”
"You know, Sandros! You're pretty cool! You must have lots of friends, right? I'm sure people love you! You're probably the nicest wraith that I've ever met... Well, you're kind of the only wraith I've ever met! But you're my absolute favorite!" She holds her parasol over Sandros' head to block the sunlight from him, not wanting him to get too warm underneath all of his layers.
Sandros was taken aback by this construct’s friendliness and kindly gesture toward him, especially her words. “I… I thank you for your words. I do say, I am not one with friends. I am an undeserving creature; but you? Despite being not one of flesh, you are a generous soul. That I can see.”
"You're a great guy, Sandros. I've lived long enough to recognize when someone's actions are genuine and you? You're as real as they come."
“I did enough harm in life; and now, in death, I must prevent it from reaching others. So is my penance. Those like you inspire me to keep steady on course.”
"Hello handsome! Have you ever wanted the company of a girl and her best friend who just so happens to be an adorable white snake?" Dhaval groans in annoyance and slithers out of Anjali's satchel. "Hello again, Sandros. I apologize for Anjali's... Well, her everything."
Sandros was only confused for a mere moment before holding a small amused smile. “She certainly has spirit.”
"Consider the feeling mutual, "darling relative"."
“We may be ones of the same kind, but that does not make us kin. I have no interest in your pursuits, nor your brother’s.”
"Mileva is so mysterious and doesn't talk much... I don't wanna bother her but I love her earrings, hair, and outfit so much. I gotta ask her where she gets some of her clothes and jewelry! I hope some day I can help her feel more open to talking with me."
“She is one we can trust. I do like that she’s to the point.”
“He is strong for his size; also, he is loyal and dedicated to the one he respects most. He reminds me of someone.”
“You’re definitely powerful, especially among our kind. I have always noticed. Makes me wonder how long you would last against, well…the more powerful ones.”
“You may be like me; but you are also not like me.”
"She's so cool... How do I tell her I think she's cool without coming off as a total dweeb. Damn it all. Whatever, maybe I'll just ask to inspect her weapons... That's always a good conversation starter."
“I heard that she’s good at what she does. I’d like to see for myself about what she can do with my equipment.”
"I more than appreciate what she brings to a room. She provides a calming energy that leaves me in a meditative state. Her lack of words is comforting, I feel that I have found my kin amongst her. Should she ever require something of me, I would gladly provide her assistance."
“I don’t bother with other people; but Dilnura is one of the few that I can tolerate. She is strong and sensible. I can appreciate that about her.”
“You are correct. As powerful as I have become, I can’t argue with that logic. You have exceptional skill, Mileva, and this fight against the Void definitely could use someone like you. Your efforts will be appreciated.”
“Your battle is a fierce one. You can’t do this alone. You will fail. I can’t operate in a lost world, so I’m coming with you.”
“Of course you came out unscathed. I would expect nothing less from you, sweet moonlight.” Fengarbris recalled the first time he ever saw her. It was a moment that played itself in his mind again and again. She was like the moon, its light manifested into the most beautiful creature in this realm. He thanked his dear Moon every night for shining her light on Mileva and leading him to her. He hopes that someday she will reciprocate his love.
“I know what I’m doing. Always.” Mileva was usually cold, but one could hear a slight change in tone whenever she spoke to her patron. While she did say that her affection had to be worked for, she already knew how she felt. She just didn’t know how to show it. “But you helped too. So thanks.”
“I may not have the time in my ever busy schedule to hunt you down and borrow a few things built from your people’s hands, but keep counting the days, Takeda. Or don’t. You will see me when you least expect it.”
"Wretched man. Your honeyed words and threats alike hold no sway with me. You will never have your hands upon my people's hard work, and I will ensure this, "Count". Keep your evil far from my home."
“I don’t mean to inconvenience you. I won’t be here long.” Sandros spoke gently. The son of a friend was a friend of his too. “Perhaps you can provide me with some information…”
"Sandros! Hello! Can I get you anything to.." He thinks for a moment and looks over the wraith. Hm. Wraiths didn't need to eat or drink... "Nevermind! Can I get you anything at all?"