"Horrible." He growled, keeping his hamsters rather close to himself.
Wow, the guy above couldn’t be bothered to look deeper than Six’s profile image, unbelievable. But I’m talking about you and not what’s-his-face. You’re definitely sending mixed messages about (wether/weather?) you’re human or something else, so that’s a bit weird, you’re clothing style looks like you spend at least an hour on it every morning so definitely metrosexual, but you love animals which makes up for everything else. Good to meet you!
"You are all about your morals, aren't you?" Jim asks unabashedly. "It's okay. I keep my hands clean as well. It's nice to meet other honest sorts. It's such a rarity these days."
The consultant pauses, cocks his head to one side as he gives the other a good old fashioned once-over. "You, sir, are lost. Looks like someone's got you doing their bidding for a bit, and you're all tied up with your responsibilities. Must be so confining. Well, hurry up and get it done so you can get back to what's important to you. I imagine it'll be a long time before that ever happens though, hm? All the best to the honest sorts. We have to stick together after all." Morarity finishes with a mischievous smile.
The consultant pauses, cocks his head to one side as he gives the other a good old fashioned once-over. "You, sir, are lost. Looks like someone's got you doing their bidding for a bit, and you're all tied up with your responsibilities. Must be so confining. Well, hurry up and get it done so you can get back to what's important to you. I imagine it'll be a long time before that ever happens though, hm? All the best to the honest sorts. We have to stick together after all." Morarity finishes with a mischievous smile.
He tilted his head.
"I like you. Youre curt, brutally honest.. yet.. conniving. Curious, powerful, yet... controlled. You're incredibly intelligent as well. And you aren't too shabby looking either. The making of a perfect... criminal? Perhaps."
"I like you. Youre curt, brutally honest.. yet.. conniving. Curious, powerful, yet... controlled. You're incredibly intelligent as well. And you aren't too shabby looking either. The making of a perfect... criminal? Perhaps."
Pale gold eyes linger unsettlingly long on the queer, dark-haired stranger before her. If you held her gaze? One may catch the distant shadows of ancient forests filled with wild beasts. No doubt just as strange as he. Her lips purse thoughtfully, "You seem distant, closed off from many. Wary of their intentions, hiding yourself in a veil of shadow. But there is light in your heart too, a kindness for those you think share your ideals." She surmises quietly.
He observed her for a moment, drinking in her beauty, though that was all he wished to achieve. "An elegant rose, with too many thorns." He said simply, yet offered her a courteous bow.
She quirks a smile at him, "An apt description." A simple agreement, returning the bow with a graceful curtsey. "A man attuned to the wild, arent you? Blessed by nature, it brings me joy to see a mortal that respects the earth as you do."
"A woman of great stature," Sherlock begins, his gaze canvasing her meticulously. He could surmise a great many things; the influx of information alone firing off an overwhelming amount of detail all at once. It was a bit staggering, the excess in data cause the detective to withdraw briefly in order to obtain a solid analysis.
His brow firmly pinched in mindful concentration, Sherlock carefully procures a direct chain of thought, "You have had quite some time to assert your place in this world, and you've done so with careful consideration. You have a great deal of contrast that lures you, but does not control you, and yet your status is to be respected by many -- something earned, not so much demanded by your presence. There is a depth with which even I cannot discern, but perhaps that might be because you have your secrets as we all do."
He takes a moment to reflect further, his features softening upon his next observation, "You spend a vast majority of your time in nature. Judging by the light dusting of foreign pollens and the bouquet of flora that permeates from you, it is your preferred safe haven from the thriving hustle of an otherwise distasteful modern world."
His brow firmly pinched in mindful concentration, Sherlock carefully procures a direct chain of thought, "You have had quite some time to assert your place in this world, and you've done so with careful consideration. You have a great deal of contrast that lures you, but does not control you, and yet your status is to be respected by many -- something earned, not so much demanded by your presence. There is a depth with which even I cannot discern, but perhaps that might be because you have your secrets as we all do."
He takes a moment to reflect further, his features softening upon his next observation, "You spend a vast majority of your time in nature. Judging by the light dusting of foreign pollens and the bouquet of flora that permeates from you, it is your preferred safe haven from the thriving hustle of an otherwise distasteful modern world."
"A man who sees further than he should, but that is no flaw. A need, by my reckoning. For without that obsession that drives you what will you become? Will your emotions bleed through?"
“A very good take on the lovely detective. Impressive!”
Edit: Crap.. got ninja’d. I have nothing for you Black Druid. Nevermind me.
Edit: Crap.. got ninja’d. I have nothing for you Black Druid. Nevermind me.
“The exact stereotype of a rockstar, sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll. Yet, it appears that you’re trying to get better which is amazing, good on ya. I’m the type of person that has no sympathy for those that choose to do anything stronger than the mary jane, so if you are looking for that, do look elsewhere. I hope you stay clean and find happiness in being sober, good day to you.” He walks off into the crowd, quickly disappearing.
"You seem nice, kid, I'll give ya that. I hope you didn't have to go through some sort of super traumatic event to get like that."
"One of those chew toys my master likes to purchase from a pet shop."
Awww, what a cute little doggy...
"You need help. As the survivor of a Killing Game myself, I really don't get what's so great about killing..."
“It all depends on how sound your mind is and if your moral compass works, both of mine are broken.” He smiles maniacally. “You seem like a good anchor point for anyone one to lean on, especially your teammates if you find yourself in a team. You’d be able to keep your wits about you as fireballs are flown at your head, and possibly do anything and everything to keep yourself alive if you have to. Would be a lot of fun to see where your limits are and if we couldn’t push them further.”
“I think you struggle to control your emotions a lot. You tend to lash out at people rather than use your head sometimes. But then on the other hand, you have the potential to be a great friend to people you do like, because you’d be capable of protecting and helping them so well.”
"I think you're a good person. I hope you haven't gone through anything I have, 'cause that would be just terrible. Don't get too close, though. I'm a murderer, ya know. And I don't wanna hurt anyone else."
"You know, at face value I'm sure most peeps would say you look kinna creepy, but I know how it feels to look cutesy and short when you're in reality a badass! Mad props for sticking to your guns despite your appearance, bro."
"You seem like a pretty creative individual!" She nods to them and smiles, regarding them curiously. "I can admire that, even if my creativity might take a different path. Somehow you strike me as the type of person who knows what they want and goes out of their way to get it, but maybe forgets to take others into account. There's nothing wrong with focusing on yourself from time to time, but always remember those around you!"
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