anon dare meme

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anon dare meme

and a happy heavensturn to you! Anon dare rules are the same as ever, friends! 1. Post with your character! 2. Go anon and find another character. 3. Give them a dare that involves another character on the meme. 4. Go do your own dares. Tag around, and have fun!

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[thelofty]

Paid for—

[ Her explanation convinces Emmanellain that someone has apparently hired her services as... not quite an assassin. Sitting up at last, he starts to scoot backward, away from her. ]

Well, all Ishgard would mourn my passing, I'll have you know! Think of my... er, wife and children?

[meetmeinthepytte]

Pull the other one.

['Bo fuckin shit you have kids my dude. Her eyes do kind of flicker up to his face with a glint of manic disbelief, like she's willing to entertain the possibility but on the verge of saying something even snarkier about it if true.]

[thelofty]

[ With no more punches coming his way, it seems safe to stand, and Emmanellain gets to his feet, dusting off his fashionable alpine coat that every well-dressed Ishgardian man of note wears. He keeps his distance, however, ready to flee, or at least curl into a ball. ]

I can see you don't believe me — I can't imagine why, but I suppose investigating your mark wasn't part of your contract... Anyway! Now that you've completed your mission, might we part ways, you'll get your coin, I'll keep all my limbs and so forth? Surely you needn't go further than that impressive first blow you landed on me?

[meetmeinthepytte]

What-

[it twigs, and, honestly, someone thinking she's some kind of hired assassin is like the best compliment she's ever gotten. One corner of her mouth does a little dance.]

You're saying I can't take another, and try for better than just "impressive"? Crying shame, that.

[thelofty]

[ Oh gods, it wasn't safe to stand after all. Why him. Preemptively, Emmanellain flinches, shielding himself with his arms over his head. He laughs — too loudly, a sound that carries an edge of nervousness. ]

There's no need, is there? Why, if I were in your place, I would think it a job well done as it is, and insist upon my reward! A well-deserved break, perhaps?

[ Then Emmanellain summons the courage to peek past his arms. ]

...I don't suppose you're willing to tell me who sent you and why?

[meetmeinthepytte]

[lol]

[She can do him one better, actually, and just hand off the written request, having no need of it anymore. There's an accurate but unflattering description of him, and some precautions on not starting an international incident that allude to his status but dance around the point of who exactly he is.

It's an awfully rumpled, scribbly bit of paper. Possibly written on a whim. Definitely petty as hell.]

For coin like that you'd be a fool to not forget the face. Could've been three sheep stacked under a coat, for all I'll say.