sami jo wrote...
Aroihkin wrote...
Yeah, you get the poem convo instead of the "you have to pick between us" convo if you don't have another romance when he hits that point. Also, the poem is different depending on the PC's gender, which has made me always think he came up with it himself and is lying about the mark. XD Especially since he's so nervous telling it to you. -- Do you need the whole convo, Sami? I'm typing it up, but someone will probably beat me to it. :3
I just need through the poem and then the line about how he's learned to take things as they come. (Crazy muse strikes again. If I can ever get Tzofi past Lothering, I'll be nearly finished. ::headdesk:
I didn't do all the branches, then. :33 Lemme know if you need more of a bit.
Z: How well-versed are you in poetry? Antivan poetry specifically.
-W: I know nothing of poetry.
--Z: *Chuckles* Trust me, you'll know even less once I tell you this. (he has little confidence in his poetry skills)
-W: This is your question?
--Z: And why not? I am no master of serious dialogue, after all. (amused)
-W: I know a good poem when I hear it.
--Z: A-ha! Well trust me, then, you won't be hearing it now.
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Z: It was recited to me, as I recall, by a rather wealthy target of mine. Let's see... "The symphony I see in thee / it whispers songs to me." (his best poetry recitation voice -- this is romantic stuff)
IF: PC is male
Z: "Songs of hot breath upon my neck / songs of soft grunts by my head / songs of hands on muscled back / songs of thee come to my bed." (his best poetry recitation voice -- this is romantic stuff)
IF: PC is female
Z: "Songs of hot breath upon my neck/ songs of soft sighs by my head / songs of nails upon my back / songs of thee come to my bed." (his best poetry recitation voice -- this is romantic stuff)
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-W: Oh dear...
or
-W: This was told to you by a target?
or
-W: That is cringe-worthy at best.
--Z: Oh, I know, I know. I couldn't believe that she thought this would actually convince me to spare her. (amused, meaning that he assassinated the woman who told him the poem)
-W: What is that? Sex poetry?
--Z: So she claimed. She was trying to seduce me, you see, and somehow thought that this would actually convince me to spare her.
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Z: I had sex with her anyway, but that goes without saying. She still had to die. The poem was amusing at the time, however, and thus I've always remembered it. (wistful memory)
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W: And why are you telling it to me?
IF: PC is male
Z: Here I thought you might be cheered up by some naughty poetry. You simply look so... grim. Such an unflattering expression for such a handsome face. (playful)
-W: You think I'm handsome, do you?
--Z: Who wouldn't? Burn me in the chantry if you must, but you're a man to stoke the lust in women and other men alike. *Chuckles* Surely you know this and are playing with me. (playful)
Z: Me, I tend to make the best of whatever situation I find myself in, stealing what moments I can. It's served me well, most days. You might learn to do the same. (teasing)