[Your partner on this little excursion was tall, smart, and more than capable of wrangling a few behemoths in his day. You can trust an accented man with glasses, can't you? In fact, he's so certain of his capabilities that he's taken a bottle of the pheromones with you to lay your traps with more enticing bait. It's been working, so far. The stuff is strong, and just a few drops incites rustling in the distance.]
We'll be done in no time. I'm glad to have you along with me, I wasn't entirely sure where we were-- [He smiles rather proudly, rising back to his feet with the cap in one hand and the bottle in the other. Only, there was a root over his foot when he attempted another step. The bottle really should have had a cap.
There was enough pheromones spilled over the front of your chest for ten behemoths. It reeks, and Ignis recoils, but that isn't the reason he's lost all color in his face.
The rustling is getting closer.] ... You need to take off your shirt, now.
ii. but man am i bad at math
I think I've had quite enough of this hydra of a species. You cut off the head one, ten more appear.
[But through a break in the underbrush, light shined down so heavenly upon rocks over a small pool of water. After being out here for a few hours at least, it's nearly an oasis for cleaning hands and getting all that lizard gunk off your weapons. Or body parts. Ignis has stabbed a few that had close calls for your head, after all.
He sighs with relief, offering a worn smile.] But it seems our efforts aren't going unrewarded. You first?
[The thing is, lizard creatures are most certainly reptiles. And when it doesn't rain, these little water pools are crucial to reptiles' living comfortably. And unbeknownst to Ignis, there were probably more than any they'd encountered before in the bushes, the trees, and god knows where else. Living comfortably. Watching. Waiting. Listening to this conversation and laughing to themselves, even. What idiots, these reptilian beasts think.
They're going to be screwed at some point, one way or another. It was only a matter of time.]
iii. wildcard
You're telling me a city with incredible technological advancements can't make a good black coffee?
[You've caught him at an bad mood, unfortunately. Ignis is tapping his foot impatiently, drumming his fingers over his arm, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the window of a convenient store across the street. One he's been to, and one he now holds with high disdain.]
All the coffee brands to offer, all of them perhaps a shade of pale grey. Not black. How is a man expected to stay awake?
iv. social media
FRIENDR
Ignis Scientia
AGE: 22 INTERESTED IN: CCC (Coffee, Cars, Cooking) SEEKING: Someone who doesn't have the food tolerance of a small child. ABOUT ME: Seriously, if we're going to make small talk it better be over a damn good coffee.
ignia scientia | ffxv
[Your partner on this little excursion was tall, smart, and more than capable of wrangling a few behemoths in his day. You can trust an accented man with glasses, can't you? In fact, he's so certain of his capabilities that he's taken a bottle of the pheromones with you to lay your traps with more enticing bait. It's been working, so far. The stuff is strong, and just a few drops incites rustling in the distance.]
We'll be done in no time. I'm glad to have you along with me, I wasn't entirely sure where we were-- [He smiles rather proudly, rising back to his feet with the cap in one hand and the bottle in the other. Only, there was a root over his foot when he attempted another step. The bottle really should have had a cap.
There was enough pheromones spilled over the front of your chest for ten behemoths. It reeks, and Ignis recoils, but that isn't the reason he's lost all color in his face.
The rustling is getting closer.] ... You need to take off your shirt, now.
ii. but man am i bad at math
I think I've had quite enough of this hydra of a species. You cut off the head one, ten more appear.
[But through a break in the underbrush, light shined down so heavenly upon rocks over a small pool of water. After being out here for a few hours at least, it's nearly an oasis for cleaning hands and getting all that lizard gunk off your weapons. Or body parts. Ignis has stabbed a few that had close calls for your head, after all.
He sighs with relief, offering a worn smile.] But it seems our efforts aren't going unrewarded. You first?
[The thing is, lizard creatures are most certainly reptiles. And when it doesn't rain, these little water pools are crucial to reptiles' living comfortably. And unbeknownst to Ignis, there were probably more than any they'd encountered before in the bushes, the trees, and god knows where else. Living comfortably. Watching. Waiting. Listening to this conversation and laughing to themselves, even. What idiots, these reptilian beasts think.
They're going to be screwed at some point, one way or another. It was only a matter of time.]
iii. wildcard
You're telling me a city with incredible technological advancements can't make a good black coffee?
[You've caught him at an bad mood, unfortunately. Ignis is tapping his foot impatiently, drumming his fingers over his arm, his lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the window of a convenient store across the street. One he's been to, and one he now holds with high disdain.]
All the coffee brands to offer, all of them perhaps a shade of pale grey. Not black. How is a man expected to stay awake?
iv. social media