By now she probably knows his deal (not a cosplayer; she does not need to try to get tips from him), but no, this is too sad for her to be afraid of any capacity. It's so sad she might even be concerned. ]
Hey there. [ Craning her neck to look up at him. ] You can expect something from us, you know.
What, so you don't have plans to impale anyone while you're here, Messmer the Impaler?
[ Waggles her eyebrows. Super suggestively.
Coughs. Anyway. ]
Look, buddy, [ thinks about reaching out a hand to him, but he's almost twice her height. Where would she put it. Nevermind, ] I'm sure the wish is going to mean a lot to you, but rejection sucks, alright? Even when you tell yourself it doesn't matter, it still sucks on some level. It's okay to admit that to yourself instead of being some self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness or whatever. So just open up a little more, and I'm sure you won't have to worry about it going forward.
[ A beat. ]
Besides, if you want your wish, someone's going to have to want to pick you.
[ the impaling joke earns her the most dead-eyed withering stare imaginable...
the rest of what she says doesn't fare much better in the reaction department, either, though Messmer looks less irritated and more weary. ]
Lightless creature, cease thy prattling, [ he intones tiredly. ] Thou thinkest me a timid child, fearful of scorn. Yet I have lived thy entire existence ten times o'er. Treat me not as a coward; I have faced far worse than rejection this past century alone.
[ the two snakes peer out from the shadows of his cloak, one emitting a faint hiss. ]
Unfortunately, Messmer appearing more weary than anything else is just going to embolden her more than anything.
The hissing snake makes her take a step back though, Poppy having to remind herself they're not poisonous. ]
Geez, yeah, your hissing friend acting all protective of you there is tooootally convincing me you're emotionally stable. [ Still going to just keep being herself though. Lightless creature CONTINUES her prattling! ] Alright then, lay it on me. What's the worst rejection you've faced?
[ thinking about the answer to her question makes his blood run cold, and his gaze turns from stony to icy just as quickly. His voice maintains its cool, even timbre, but there's a hardness to it now that wasn't there prior. The snakes unspool from his cloak like two ribbons of flame, arching around him with their fangs bared towards her - threat posture. ]
Thou art owed nothing of me. Test my mercy no further.
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By now she probably knows his deal (not a cosplayer; she does not need to try to get tips from him), but no, this is too sad for her to be afraid of any capacity. It's so sad she might even be concerned. ]
Hey there. [ Craning her neck to look up at him. ] You can expect something from us, you know.
[ Get some self-esteem loser. ]
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Yet I want nothing. I do thee a kindness by speaking thus. None here will be made unwilling consort to Messmer the Impaler.
[ the title is spoken with a sort of self-deprecating drollness. ]
I come for the wish, not for courtship.
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[ Waggles her eyebrows. Super suggestively.
Coughs. Anyway. ]
Look, buddy, [ thinks about reaching out a hand to him, but he's almost twice her height. Where would she put it. Nevermind, ] I'm sure the wish is going to mean a lot to you, but rejection sucks, alright? Even when you tell yourself it doesn't matter, it still sucks on some level. It's okay to admit that to yourself instead of being some self-fulfilling prophecy of loneliness or whatever. So just open up a little more, and I'm sure you won't have to worry about it going forward.
[ A beat. ]
Besides, if you want your wish, someone's going to have to want to pick you.
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the rest of what she says doesn't fare much better in the reaction department, either, though Messmer looks less irritated and more weary. ]
Lightless creature, cease thy prattling, [ he intones tiredly. ] Thou thinkest me a timid child, fearful of scorn. Yet I have lived thy entire existence ten times o'er. Treat me not as a coward; I have faced far worse than rejection this past century alone.
[ the two snakes peer out from the shadows of his cloak, one emitting a faint hiss. ]
Thou art mistaken most gravely.
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Unfortunately, Messmer appearing more weary than anything else is just going to embolden her more than anything.
The hissing snake makes her take a step back though, Poppy having to remind herself they're not poisonous. ]
Geez, yeah, your hissing friend acting all protective of you there is tooootally convincing me you're emotionally stable. [ Still going to just keep being herself though. Lightless creature CONTINUES her prattling! ] Alright then, lay it on me. What's the worst rejection you've faced?
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Thou art owed nothing of me. Test my mercy no further.
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takes a step back. raises her hands in what she hopes is a gesture of placation. shit shit shit. sad wet rag guy is actually scary guy now.
(and yet, a stupid part of her still thinks: Hit a nerve, did I? You've got weaknesses I can exploit, huh?
the smart part of her is aware enough to make sure that thought stays inside her head only.) ]
Okay, um, you've got it, chief.
[ ... ]
Good luck at the ceremony tomorrow.
[ she's just gonna. back all the way away now. ]