🍃 Prompt D: Cause, baby, you're a firework [ If there was one thing Anise could look forward to in this foreign land, it was the prospect of new pets to pick up. Strangers from lands beyond Tyria were fascinating in their own right and while she thrived off the politics of her beloved Kryta, the thought of extending her reach beyond the human kingdom was enchanting. When was the last time anticipation captivated her thoughts, she can hardly recall. It's as if she were a young maiden in love, giggling with fellow peers over the excitement of it all.
Save for the fact her love was in manipulation and there could be no truth to it. Men and women both were charmed easily by sweet words and soft touches, yet it was a facade much like her own illusions. One that could easily be dispelled with riches or poverty, of sickness or health. People were often disappointing in that way, she's come to learn over the years albeit the lesson was one never experienced personally.
Ah—but that's right. There's a fool here who has lost their temper with unstable results. Whether it's the person she addresses or someone nearby who is bearing witness to the scene alongside her, Anise's tone is soft spoken with a not-so-veiled sharpness to it. ]
My escort promised that I would see the flames of passion on this very eve but I don't believe this is what my fellow had intended. [Tsk, tsk. ] It's a rather embarrassing display of sorts that I would rather not be associated with.
[ Reaching out gently as if she intended to touch the person she was addressing now, her voice firm with the following request: ] Won't you act as my savior and protect my virtue from this undesirable passion?
🍃 Prompt G: Bye Felicia [ Perhaps you have been talking to the Countess (or whatever role she's fancied up for herself here) for a while now, the woman responding with polite noises every so often to indicate she's listening still. It wasn't always like that, why, she was rather engaged in the conversation early on... Have you overstayed your welcome or is there something amiss about her posture now?
It should be addressed immediately. Well, unless you prefer to speak to yourself? ]
🍃 Wild Card [ Hit me up with anything you would want to do in-game that may never come to pass~ ]
NOTE | Anise is known to disguise herself (and others) with illusion magic. For the sake of this test drive, feel free to assume that she has taken on another appearance if you wanted to be a complete stranger to her.
Countess Anise | Guild Wars 2
[ If there was one thing Anise could look forward to in this foreign land, it was the prospect of new pets to pick up. Strangers from lands beyond Tyria were fascinating in their own right and while she thrived off the politics of her beloved Kryta, the thought of extending her reach beyond the human kingdom was enchanting. When was the last time anticipation captivated her thoughts, she can hardly recall. It's as if she were a young maiden in love, giggling with fellow peers over the excitement of it all.
Save for the fact her love was in manipulation and there could be no truth to it. Men and women both were charmed easily by sweet words and soft touches, yet it was a facade much like her own illusions. One that could easily be dispelled with riches or poverty, of sickness or health. People were often disappointing in that way, she's come to learn over the years albeit the lesson was one never experienced personally.
Ah—but that's right. There's a fool here who has lost their temper with unstable results. Whether it's the person she addresses or someone nearby who is bearing witness to the scene alongside her, Anise's tone is soft spoken with a not-so-veiled sharpness to it. ]
My escort promised that I would see the flames of passion on this very eve but I don't believe this is what my fellow had intended. [ Tsk, tsk. ] It's a rather embarrassing display of sorts that I would rather not be associated with.
[ Reaching out gently as if she intended to touch the person she was addressing now, her voice firm with the following request: ] Won't you act as my savior and protect my virtue from this undesirable passion?
🍃 Prompt G: Bye Felicia
[ Perhaps you have been talking to the Countess (or whatever role she's fancied up for herself here) for a while now, the woman responding with polite noises every so often to indicate she's listening still. It wasn't always like that, why, she was rather engaged in the conversation early on... Have you overstayed your welcome or is there something amiss about her posture now?
It should be addressed immediately. Well, unless you prefer to speak to yourself? ]
🍃 Wild Card
[ Hit me up with anything you would want to do in-game that may never come to pass~ ]