"One must be ever-careful in this drama that is life," the Cap'n responded melodramatically with a shrug, flashing a bit of a grin at Cliodhna's giggle. "Lest a twist of plot remove them too soon from the stage, their spotlight forever darkened."
He raised an inky black brow as she introduced herself and her companions. Tempest, Moon Lily, Kihm. The latter had stumbled in providing her own name, and the Dunesfolk vaguely recalled different names being shouted about during the performance on the bridge in Lower La Noscea. Monickers, most likely, instead of names true, but that mattered little. After all, the pirate wasn't openly using his own real name either. It to be hypocritical to fault them for doing the same, especially in such circumstances.
"As I intoned to your fiery feline friend here, I go by 'Distractin'' - Cap'n Distractin'." He made a flourish as he bowed in his seat, tilting his head up sharply to flash that Cheshire smile her way as he continued. "And it's hard not to find interest in theater when the whole world is but a stage, don't you agree? Each person you meet is but an actor in the play that is your life, each monologue and dialogue combining together to form poignant scenes and overarching acts."
The brightness of his smile dimmed a bit when she turned down his offer of food and drink. Of course, poisoning was a standard literary piece, anyone with passing interest in such things would know that. Why else would he have positioned Laffy to watch over the kitchen and any of the Wings' compatriots who took up a role there? Still, to be accused thusly after he had so openly stated his distaste of harming his audience, it was a little hurtful to the showman.
"If you must, you must; though I ever so dislike the lack of trust," he intoned with a sigh, also melodramatic what with the grandiose spread of his hands. "I said once before that I seek to avoid harming audience and fellow actor both, unless it is demanded by the patron. I prefer to distract and entertain, not dispatch and maim, if it's all the same. But if it is words you wish to sup on, then words you shall have. A cornucopia of conversation, 'twixt you and I, to fill both belly and mind."
He motioned to the two Miqo'te.
"And your enticing entourage, if they are so inclined," he added, his silvery gaze falling on Kiht again. "And if they can keep matters and tongues civil. While I have nothing against such an alluring medley of beautiful and brusque, such endearment fades quick if such interactions lead not to a bed. And - as enticing as you are, my little Flame Kitten - I can only assume that such an entanglement is not in our future. Or will I be pleasantly incorrect in my guess?"
He raised an inky black brow as she introduced herself and her companions. Tempest, Moon Lily, Kihm. The latter had stumbled in providing her own name, and the Dunesfolk vaguely recalled different names being shouted about during the performance on the bridge in Lower La Noscea. Monickers, most likely, instead of names true, but that mattered little. After all, the pirate wasn't openly using his own real name either. It to be hypocritical to fault them for doing the same, especially in such circumstances.
"As I intoned to your fiery feline friend here, I go by 'Distractin'' - Cap'n Distractin'." He made a flourish as he bowed in his seat, tilting his head up sharply to flash that Cheshire smile her way as he continued. "And it's hard not to find interest in theater when the whole world is but a stage, don't you agree? Each person you meet is but an actor in the play that is your life, each monologue and dialogue combining together to form poignant scenes and overarching acts."
The brightness of his smile dimmed a bit when she turned down his offer of food and drink. Of course, poisoning was a standard literary piece, anyone with passing interest in such things would know that. Why else would he have positioned Laffy to watch over the kitchen and any of the Wings' compatriots who took up a role there? Still, to be accused thusly after he had so openly stated his distaste of harming his audience, it was a little hurtful to the showman.
"If you must, you must; though I ever so dislike the lack of trust," he intoned with a sigh, also melodramatic what with the grandiose spread of his hands. "I said once before that I seek to avoid harming audience and fellow actor both, unless it is demanded by the patron. I prefer to distract and entertain, not dispatch and maim, if it's all the same. But if it is words you wish to sup on, then words you shall have. A cornucopia of conversation, 'twixt you and I, to fill both belly and mind."
He motioned to the two Miqo'te.
"And your enticing entourage, if they are so inclined," he added, his silvery gaze falling on Kiht again. "And if they can keep matters and tongues civil. While I have nothing against such an alluring medley of beautiful and brusque, such endearment fades quick if such interactions lead not to a bed. And - as enticing as you are, my little Flame Kitten - I can only assume that such an entanglement is not in our future. Or will I be pleasantly incorrect in my guess?"
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