[Accent or no accent, Scaramouche loves it when people say his name back to him. So few who do know the name live long enough to sing it. His marks had the habit of getting creative with their name-calling, but it wasn't the same thing.
He offers Elleru his best approximation of a saccharine smile. The smile of a sweet-talker.]
First, we fall out. No one's having fun with these squares around.
[He could clear this entire floor in one jump and get moving again. But what kind of self-respecting assassin tips his hand like that? No one in Anchor knows what he's capable of and he intends to keep it that way. For as long as possible, anyhow.
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He offers Elleru his best approximation of a saccharine smile. The smile of a sweet-talker.]
First, we fall out. No one's having fun with these squares around.
[He could clear this entire floor in one jump and get moving again. But what kind of self-respecting assassin tips his hand like that? No one in Anchor knows what he's capable of and he intends to keep it that way. For as long as possible, anyhow.
Besides... he's starting to like this number.]