#askmannimarco

“Something smells ro~tten~”

✦ @askmannimarco replied:

He stopped. Well, apparently the man was sentient enough, to notice Mannimarco had been following him. Cordiality was perhaps a working approach.

“Forgive me my manners, you are right to anger”, he spoke, lowering his head in greeting. “I see I was mistaken. I was told that a certain thief who stole my property would be found here, but now that I see your face you don’t match his description. I see you aren’t a mer at all. My sincere apologies.”

He feigned an apologetic smile, and a small bow. The energy emanating from the stranger reminded him of Molag Bal - with an obviously lesser amount of terror-inducing, a pleasant feature indeed. Now that his cover was blown for that part, he couldn’t lose the chance to get to know more of him. If this man was somehow affiliated with the gods… This could just be a chance to harvest that power.

“This is really quite embarrassing, a mer of my station should not be up to such a petty quest”, he continued quickly, with a series of matching hand gestures. “Please, ser, let me make this discomfort up to you. Let me invite you for a proper four course dinner, I am throwing a small party tomorrow. If you would honor me, and let me make up for this foolish endeavor.”

If his excuse seemed invalid, he could always shrug it off by having the ulterior motive of finding the man attractive. Oftentimes it worked as an excuse for many, although in this situation it might require some extra bit of explaining, what with him shadowing the man.

 Such overly, obviously-constructed delivery and reasoning was not something the patron of lies would fall for so easily. It was an insult, really, and he supposed one uneducated enough to know absolutely nothing of him couldn’t really shoulder all the blame; however such terrible acting was simply an atrocity.

 There was simply no way that he had been followed for so long without purpose, without some motive that Loki just knew would not be in his best interest to explore--but he was hardly one to pay heed to risk, especially once curiosity held him ensnared with its addictive tune.

 But of course, there was in his path the matter of how much he should ham up his own act in response--and which sort of approach might present the least threat while throwing the stranger off-guard. He offered a quizzical but oddly warm smile.

~ Dearest Elenwen,

I hope these flowers are to your liking - to me they represent purity and unwavering ambition - the very things I admire in you.

Meet me at the torture chambers after sunset. I have something very special planned. No need to bring the wine, rest assured, everything is covered.

Yours always,

Mannimarco

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Elenwen’s brows quirked in response to Mannimarco’s presumption of her purity, before a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. She chuckled quietly, clearly flattered as well as excited -- and genuine, positive excitement was an extraordinarily seldom experience for the ambassador. She figured it couldn’t be a reference to virginity; rather purity of soul -- and though that was certainly debatable, her soul was likely more pure than his. 

See Mannimarco, she calls him Manni, why people nickname him Man is something.

She basically ruffles Hircine’s hair. And even Molag is less scary. She thought a big black dragon which was called the World-Eater. Fought an ancient pure blooded vampire lord and the first Dragonborn.

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