Easy now, if I was gonna kill ya, I wouldn't be yappin' this much.
[Just a bit of a snicker. The texture of it feels akin to bark or the roots of a big, healthy tree. He can make smaller, normal vines if he wanted too but, he figure she gets the gist of it.]
I'd feel it for a hot second, yeah, but as soon as it's detached from me it ain't my problem. Guess functionally I'm somethin' like a sentient tree, but that doesn't sound as intimidating.
sorry for the wait! pls feel free to drop if it's been too long
[ his words bring a slight pout to manuela's lips, her finger pausing just along a notch in the bark. eventually she does withdraw that hand, settling it back down over her lap instead. ]
Oh, I don't know. I've seen plants thrive even under the worst conditions. Full blossoms popping up even amidst slabs of concrete. Nature can be plenty terrifying, if you really think about it.
[ she cants her head at him, smiling a little in amusement. ]
Is that how you'd like to be seen as? Intimidating?
You ain't wrong, nature's probably the scariest thing out there. It can give someone a beautiful death, if you ain't careful.
[He's witnessed it first hand; humans blooming vibrant, gorgeous flowers from their eyes and mouth, smaller buds and vines piercing through their skin. All the while the victim is unaware, dying a slow death as the flowers show them blissful visions and sap every bit of life out of them. Beautiful horror in motion.
He gives a slight bark of a laugh, and he cocks his head at her as his arm reshapes, returning to normal.]
If I do, something wrong with it? Perception's one of the few things we can influence, so first impressions are pretty important.
[ manuela only shakes her head, punctuating the gesture with a shrug of her shoulders. by now, the heat of the sauna has given her skin a healthy sheen of sweat, and her hair has begun to cling to her temples, her neck. ]
Not at all. I know well enough that reputation matters. I was simply curious why you'd prefer to be feared.
[To be loved? Adored? Give off an air of safety or comfort? Chobe isn't necessarily against those virtues, but when raised in a time where strength means life or death, fear is the easiest way to get ahead.
His eye flicks over to her--that sheen looks good on her, but he hopes she's not getting heat sickness. He can roast here all day and be fine, but he forgets that's not the case for others at times.]
Anyway, guess I'm not exactly living up to the characterization, but you can just consider yourself lucky for now.
[ heat sickness? no. but she figures it is about due time to clean herself off and pursue other ventures. she can't ignore the rest of the hotel forever, and that sip of martini he had offered her had only barely scratched that particular itch of hers.
she sighs, slowly uncrossing her legs as she gets herself ready to take her leave. ]
I suppose it is simply enough to be thought of, [ comes her wistful hum. there is a slightly bitter twist to her lips when she smiles, but she clearly isn't in any mood to elaborate on that sentiment. ]
Should our paths cross again, you're welcome to intimidate me however you like. Perhaps I'll even humor you, and play along.
[ now her smile turns a little cheeky. this sort of teasing is a far more preferable note to leave off on, right? ]
[Cheeky and classy, a good combo. He doesn't bother getting up, but he does give a partial sitting half bow, exaggerated in gesture.]
Appreciate the consideration for my fragile ego. If I ever have to kill ya, I'll make sure it's quick. [And from him? That's a pretty kind compliment.]
no subject
[Just a bit of a snicker. The texture of it feels akin to bark or the roots of a big, healthy tree. He can make smaller, normal vines if he wanted too but, he figure she gets the gist of it.]
I'd feel it for a hot second, yeah, but as soon as it's detached from me it ain't my problem. Guess functionally I'm somethin' like a sentient tree, but that doesn't sound as intimidating.
sorry for the wait! pls feel free to drop if it's been too long
Oh, I don't know. I've seen plants thrive even under the worst conditions. Full blossoms popping up even amidst slabs of concrete. Nature can be plenty terrifying, if you really think about it.
[ she cants her head at him, smiling a little in amusement. ]
Is that how you'd like to be seen as? Intimidating?
all good!
[He's witnessed it first hand; humans blooming vibrant, gorgeous flowers from their eyes and mouth, smaller buds and vines piercing through their skin. All the while the victim is unaware, dying a slow death as the flowers show them blissful visions and sap every bit of life out of them. Beautiful horror in motion.
He gives a slight bark of a laugh, and he cocks his head at her as his arm reshapes, returning to normal.]
If I do, something wrong with it? Perception's one of the few things we can influence, so first impressions are pretty important.
no subject
Not at all. I know well enough that reputation matters. I was simply curious why you'd prefer to be feared.
no subject
[To be loved? Adored? Give off an air of safety or comfort? Chobe isn't necessarily against those virtues, but when raised in a time where strength means life or death, fear is the easiest way to get ahead.
His eye flicks over to her--that sheen looks good on her, but he hopes she's not getting heat sickness. He can roast here all day and be fine, but he forgets that's not the case for others at times.]
Anyway, guess I'm not exactly living up to the characterization, but you can just consider yourself lucky for now.
no subject
she sighs, slowly uncrossing her legs as she gets herself ready to take her leave. ]
I suppose it is simply enough to be thought of, [ comes her wistful hum. there is a slightly bitter twist to her lips when she smiles, but she clearly isn't in any mood to elaborate on that sentiment. ]
Should our paths cross again, you're welcome to intimidate me however you like. Perhaps I'll even humor you, and play along.
[ now her smile turns a little cheeky. this sort of teasing is a far more preferable note to leave off on, right? ]
/good to wrap!
[Cheeky and classy, a good combo. He doesn't bother getting up, but he does give a partial sitting half bow, exaggerated in gesture.]
Appreciate the consideration for my fragile ego. If I ever have to kill ya, I'll make sure it's quick. [And from him? That's a pretty kind compliment.]
Good luck finding your next drink.