Are You Charging For This Sage Advice, Or Is Sticking Your Nose Into My Business Just A Hobby? / What

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

tag dump. ( 1/??? )

not   even   for   a   moment   does   he   spare   a   glance   that   way.   dealing   with   such   a   trifle,   if   anything,   bored   him.   with   a   wave   of   his   hand,   he   could've   made   them   forget   —   sent   them   on   their   way   with   happier   memories.   hell,   slowing   time   to   a   crawl   tends   to   work   out   for   him   more   often   than   not.   plenty   of   time   to   piece   together   a   clever   story   or   chart   a   hasty   escape.   still,   he   smiles,   an   all   too   knowing   one.   just   because   he   does   things   that   way   doesn't   mean   others   do.   so,   he   cedes   to   her   warning   with   a   loose   nod.   biting   down   whatever   cleverness   surges   to   flee   his   lips,   it   slips   free   as   a   sigh.

❛   was   hoping   coming   here   would've   been   the   end   of   it.   ❜   sure,   he   loves   a   quest   as   much   as   the   next   guy,   but   sometimes   it's   nice   to   rest.   carve   out   a   little   slice   of   peace   without   going   so   far   to   attain   it.   chewing   the   inside   of   his   cheek   ruefully,   a   hue   of   distress   coats   his   gaze,   although   it   warms   with   a   tinge   of   excitement.   rambling   on   'n   on   about,   well,   anything?   his   favorite.   ❛   it's   a   star.   might   be   a   little   small,   sure,   but   it's   a   star   some   hotshot   got   the   smart   idea   to   turn   into   a   ring.   to   make   the   heavens   and   his   fingertips   one   and   the   same.   ❜   he   rolls   the   band   between   his   fingers,   feeling   out   its   etchings   and   the   sting   of   its   warmth.

❛   this   baby,   though,   happened   to   be   forged   in   a   pair.   binary   stars   —   ever   seen   one?   they're   fun.   if   you're   willing   to   help,   i'm   willing   to   pay.   it's   important.   ❜

𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 in the back, flicking a bit of light down from the overhead to get his attention on the girls in the store. He moves to distract them by flirting, and Io is left to lean over the counter to stare the mage in front of her down, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Can you be careful?" She hisses softly, waving him closer so she can inspect the ring more closely.

Keen though her eyes are, the symbols are tiny, and she'll probably need a magnifier to get a proper look, depending on how old it is. Even so, she shakes her head at the description, because anything with that kind of juice would have immediately been sent to the Vault or offered up to Manon to handle as she saw fit.

"Can't say we've gotten anything like that, but depending what it is, I might be able to hep you track it down."

just   some   cass   metas   so   i   can   figure   things   out   ;

001. Cassandra   learned   body   language   before   language.   It   became   the   first   and   only   thing   she   could   understand.   Since   taking   up   the   mantle   of   b//atgirl,   she's   undergoes/undergone   speech   therapy   to   improve   her   speech.   Despite   being   able   to   speak,   she   speaks   more   so   with   clear   intent   or   prefers   fewer   words.   When   she   speaks   in   a   longer   form,   it's   with   feelings   behind   them   or   meaning.

002. I   believe   this   sits   as   canon   for   most   bat//family   members,   but   Cass   teaches   self-defense   techniques   to   the   women   of   G//otham   on   a   volunteer   basis.   Giving   them   the   means   to   defend   themselves   from   the   city's   mean   streets,   she's   thrilled   to   put   her   skills   to   use   for   more   than   crimefighting.   To   give   her   bloodied   legacy   a   far   better   meaning   alongside   serving   as   b//atgirl.

003. Strong   silent   type.   Most   problems   are   internalized,   although   some   are   expressed   through   reckless   behaviors   in   the   field.   A   strong   sense   of   guilt   sits   inside   her   from   past   actions,   along   with   the   sting   of   failure   that   comes   from   the   past.   She   throws   herself   into   the   field   in   a   way   to   make   up   and   bury   those   feelings   more   often   than   not.   A   bit   hard   to   get   a   read   on   if   you   don't   know   her   very   well.

004. It's   almost   impossible   to   lie   to   Cass.   Reading   body   language   and   additional   training   made   her   a   walking   lie   detector.   The   tiniest   shift   of   weight,   the   subtle   twitch   of   an   eye,   a   quirk   of   lips   tend   to   be   more   than   enough   for   her   to   read   people.   She   doesn't   think   fondly   of   liars,   especially   when   they're   close   to   her.   On   the   same   note,   because   her   social   skills   are   developing   gradually,   her   mouth   reacts   faster   than   her   mind   to   family   matters.   Reading   the   members   of   the   b//atfamily,   unfortunately,   happens   all   too   often.   She   worries   for   them;   she   blurts   out   what   they're   trying   to   hide,   sometimes   leading   to   more   friction   between   them.

005. A   strong   craving   for   fast   food,   not   necessarily   the   fondest   of   sweets.

a   bit   hesitant   to   swear   it,   words   linger   on   the   tongue,   an   unnatural   weight——   before   she   relents.   features   brighten,   unable   to   hold   back   wide   smile,   it   goes   from   lips   to   gaze.   verdant   irises   shimmer   like   windswept   leaves,   a   storm   rustling   trees   sending   critters   scurrying,   frolicking,   and   playing.   fist   pumps,   unable   to   contain   it   any   longer,   a   light   hop   carrying   him   a   few   inches   from   solid   ground.   still,   voice   stays   hushed,   ❛   woooo.   ❜   listening   intently,   browsing   features   for   hints   of   deceit   (   although   never   finding   any.   )   /   although   far   from   the   lie   detector   others   were.   ❛   for   real?   you   ain't   messing   with   you   me,   right?   we're   not   gonna   race   over   there,   and   you   make   me   into   your   fall   guy,   yeah ??   ❜   equal   parts   joking,   equal   parts   serious.   some   things   were   too   good   to   be   true,   wally   often   has   trouble   deciding   which   were   which.   ❛   if   you're   serious   ...   yeah,   man,   dude——   sock,   hook   me   up.   i'll   even   owe   you   one.   ❜

               " You gotta swear on it ! " A good thing can die quickly due to word of mouth. Not to mention kindness only going so far in this modern day. She sticks her pointer finger in his face for emphasis. Sakura puffed out her cheeks, frowning up at the other. " Alright- there's a lady who I have an in with at WcDonald's." she leans closer, holding a hand up shielding her mouth," As long I buy a meal she'll let me pick any toy I want. Maybe. Just Maybe ! " she furrows her gaze to the other. " I can pull some strings if you're interested " chocolate browns look up to reach his own.

i'm slowly building my reading list so i can get muse inspo and i love books

she  insists——he  refuses.  it's  push  and  pull.  the  tug  of  the  waves  and  the  moon  'pon  each  other  where  neither  truly  wins.  for  a  moment,  he  thinks  of  his  past  ...  when  brandishing  his  spear  would  pave  the  way.  when  filling  these  roots  with  scarlet  would  make  his  will  absolute.  a  time  when  he  did  not  value  life  nor  know  their  pain.  now,  however,  he  does.  his  curse  subjects  him  to  a  sense  of  empathy  deeper  than  mere  sensation  &.  it  pains  him.  a  nagging  pain  only  kept  at  bay  with  his  strength  of  mind.

he  remains  obstinate  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back.  their  gaze  sweeps  these  woods,  drinking  in  the  absurdity  likely  thick  within  them.  it  remains  him  of  inodal——his  home.  a  strange  place  full  of  secrets  and  the  unknown.  maybe  a  trip  back,  after  this,  would  soothe  the  sickness  in  his  heart.  one  can  only  hope.

"i  answer  your  question,  yet  you  spurn  mine.  you  wound  me  deeply,  you  know?"  he  clicks  his  tongue.  "i  have  wandered  farther  than  you  can  imagine——far  from  a  realm  beyond  this  place.  i  am  far  from  a  human.  it's  an  insult  to  them  to  compare  them  to  my  ilk.  what's  the  word  of  this  land  ...  i'm  a  godling.  son  of  the  beast  who  stalks  the  higher  realms  to  bathe  their  eminence  in  blood."  the  hunt,  the  beast:  Upione.  "not  that  i  expect  them  to  be  known  here  ...  peer  deeper,  seerer.  surely  there's  an  answer  that  will  satisfy  you  among  the  stars." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.

Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.

Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.

❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞

The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞

ABSOLUTE FLASH !!!

i saw his design and i couldn't resist

inhaling  what's  left  of  the  burger  half,  wally  cleans  what  little  bits  of  ketchup  and  mustard  are  still  clinging  to  his  fingers.  it  wouldn't  be  lying  to  say  he  felt  a  hundred——no  a  million  times  better  already.  it'll  give  him  more  than  enough  juice  if  he  needs  it,  although  he  isn't  expecting  much.  las  vegas  ...  surely  it's  not  a  place  with  anything  to  worry  about?  it  wasn't  a  mission——as  others  insists.  enjoy  yourself,  they  told  him.  at  a  point  it  started  feeling  like  they  were  just  trying  to  get  rid  of  him,  which,  y'know,  fair  enough.

"tourist-y  stuff——no,  wait——stuff  locals  like——uh  ...  any  chance  we  can  do  both?"  it's  the  first  time  he's  stepping  foot  into  vegas;  he's  been  through  her  more  than  few  times  but  he  meant  that  literally.  it's  a  blur  on  his  travels  to  other  places  and  he  barely  remembers  a  thing  each  time.  to  put  it  simply:  it's  his  first  time  ever  spending  more  than  thirty  seconds  in  the  city  of  sin.  bit  odd  that  it  never  popped  up  during  his  time  with  the  team.  you'd  think  it  would've  been  the  first  place  to  stir  up  all  sorts  of  trouble  for  them  to  be  sent  to  deal  with.

"oh,  and  by  we,  i  mean  me.  i  mean,  i  can't  expect  you  to  follow  me  around  all  day  and  help  me  out  ...  right?  not  that  i'd  turn  down  a  certified  guide."  it's  a  bit  of  a  leading  question,  he'll  admit.  not  his  finest  attempt  to  thread  the  needle  of  a  delicate  topic,  but  he's  doing  his  best.  "but,  y'know,  if that is   something  you  DID  want  to  do  i  can  cover  today's  expenses  for  us."  all  hail  the  batman  appointed  credit  card.  "whaddaya  say?  wanna  be  my  partner  in  crime?"

Damn. He must have been really hungry.

Mark comes close to feeling bad about having made his acceptance into a bit, but it's hard to linger on those kinds of guilty feelings when the guy's sticking around for a chat after scarfing down his leftovers. He's probably not all that torn up over the specifics of getting them.

"Well," he starts, still sporting a bright grin, "you're in luck! No-one in the world's better at this whole tourist thing than I am."

Expertise just comes with the package of being on the move so often; Mark is a tourist everywhere, taking in everything he can everywhere he stops. A local might know a thing or two about some niche, out-of-the-way place for good food or a good time, but Mark's always been good about sniffing out things or places that are entertaining.

He rests his arm on the back of his chair, then leans his head into his waiting palm, attempting to give his food thief some sort of scrutiny—like he's trying to judge exactly what sort of avenue to take this. "So what, you lookin' for some typical tourist-y stuff? Or are you one 'a those people who wants to pretend they know how to blend in with the locals? Plenty 'a shit to do either way. You like shows? Lotsa shows. There's a rollercoaster in a casino. Isn't that the sickest fuckin' thing you've ever heard of in your life? Who does that? It's probably a death trap but that's a sick way to go out. My sister made me ride it."