Telepath RPG: Servants of God/YMMV

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Rajav: Luca! Your eyes are captivating.
Luca: My eyes?
Rajav: Yes, captivating! When you look at me, I am held captive. You imprison me with your looks.
Luca: You are mixing your metaphors.
Rajav: Yes, yes! Come away with me, and we will mix our metaphors together until the rising of the sun.
Luca: I have forgotten much of my former life, but I am fairly certain that that is the worst come-on I have ever heard.

    • And if you recruited Malis:

Malis: You. Deathling.
Rajav: Hm? Yes?
Malis: You do realize that you have no body, don't you?
Rajav: Yes, of course, though it is a bit impolite of you to mention it.
Malis: Yet here you are, attempting to mate with the other ghostling like a simple animal. Even if she welcomed your advances, your attempts at copulation would fail. Are you so bound to your fleshling instincts that you don't see this?
Rajav: Old habits are slow to die. But beauty...she is eternal.
Malis (primping her smoke plume): Yes, I...see your point.

Duvalier: I miss the old Luca.
Luca'ra'il: What a strange thing to say.