anathemaw: (i can see)

[personal profile] anathemaw 2025-06-07 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]

Thou art mistaken most gravely.
fireball: (092)

[personal profile] fireball 2025-06-07 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wow not a comedy fan huh. okay then.

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?
anathemaw: (it is hollow and it's cold)

[personal profile] anathemaw 2025-06-08 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
Edited (quickly quickly quickly) 2025-06-08 05:28 (UTC)
fireball: (066)

[personal profile] fireball 2025-06-08 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh

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. ]