Tall tales
Virgil
thinking "speech" "others" Friendly banter never failed to delight the godling, who revelled in the opportunity to tease and jest throughout a conversation. Charm and wit were his bread and butter, without them he was hardly himself. It only served to further win him over when the Warlord played into it, meeting him at each teasing quip with something equally witty. “I hope that doesn't mean you're expecting me to bring dinner” the obsidian man replied, which Mephistopheles met with a low chuckle and a broad grin. He was having fun, and that was the easiest way to win him over. Brawl and banter, maybe feed him at some point in between. "I believe the best learning is done in teaching, but I’ll happily give you pointers along the way" the Warlord assured him, to which he hummed lightly in interest. Cerulean gaze was cast briefly upon the other man's ivory marked features, his expression warmed by the thoughtless offer of aid. "That would be greatly appreciated, dear Warlord." he purred, and returned his attention to the bandages. Once all was said and done, the Warlord seemed quite pleased with the results. Well, that was a well earned ego boost. The messy bandages were holding fine, though the true test would come with prolonged movement, certainly. “Are you sure you have no interest in healing?” the rumbling tones of the dark male questioned dubiously, to which the phoenix could only laugh earnestly, chin tipping up and eyes scrunching shut. Once the spell died down, he shook his head with a broad grin upon his features. "I can keep the important bits in and get a bandage to stick for a march home, but the only herbs I know are the ones that will let you see God for a week." he said, rising to his paws and shaking out his coat. He waited for the Warlord to rise to his paws as well, and give him some direction on what to expect now. “A tour is definitely still on the agenda. What are your thoughts on the Armada so far?” he asked with the tone of a man who truly did care for the opinion, the truth of his first impressions. Another point in his favour, as Mephistopheles was a man who traded in charm and exceeded in lying, but had no desire for a leader who wouldn't lay himself bare for his own people. Truth and honesty at home were all he wanted, and a leader who cared was one who would succeed regardless of the circumstances. "I can say for certain that you've offered me a role in which I could flourish, alongside opportunities for personal growth. There isn't much else to be desired, aside from somewhere to sleep and perhaps a few more pretty faces to admire." he said with a small wink, tail sweeping across his hocks. He felt he could settle here comfortably, between running himself ragged training and languishing near the sea that he could smell from here, it all seemed to be more than he deserved out of life. |
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