Rules: keep it sfw but romance/flirting is okay if you’re over 18, fighting and drama is okay but no extreme gore, feel free to keep responding for as long as you like or step out if you need to.
You can click Jackal’s profile for more info on his character. Starters below! If none of them fit your oc you can make something up as well. :]
Starter 1: Jackal is on a night out on the town after sneaking away from her cult. She’s loudly and somewhat drunkenly arguing with the bartender about payment, who looks just about ready to kick him out. Jackal is livid and starts making grand threats about bringing the whole place down in a sinkhole. She looks around at her fellow patrons, only to notice your oc watching the whole conflict closely.
Starter 2: It’s unusual to see somebody ostentatious in a graveyard. The golden jewellery, the fur cape, the tiara, it’s all a bit too much. She doesn’t even seem to be here to visit anyone. She flits among the graves, looking at them appraisingly. It’s in this manner she bumps into your oc. She seems surprised to see someone else here at dusk, and simply raises her eyebrows, not extending any greeting.
Skillka takes a drink of her large glass of whiskey. She snaps of claws and calls a bartender over. "Can you get me a shot of straight vodka?" she calls before reducing her attention to the situation. "If going to try to get free drinks, do it correctly," Skillka called with a bit of a chuckle.
(and do you mind if I draw skillka and Jackal together?)
Jackal huffs dramatically.
"They should show a little more respect to their future queen." He glares at the bartender, but seems to be done picking fights, at least for the time being. Which is a good thing given he doesn't look very strong.
"Anyways, what would the correct way be, hm?" He turns to look at Skillka. He still has that haughty look about him, but seems more curious now.
(Go ahead! I'd love to see it!)
(going with 2)
In the darkness Carnis knelt before a grave, eyes shut, fingers clasped, and tubing sparkling gold amongst it's usual red in the moonlight. Upon being bumped into he opened his eyes and turned to Jackal, his golden eye aglow. "Why hello there! Here to pay you respects as well?" He said softly with a pleasant smile.
Jackal gives Carnis a once-over.
"Oh, I'm just looking for somewhere to sleep."
It's completely impossible to tell whether she's trying to make some sort of joke, she says it so flippantly.
He stood from the ground, she could much more easily see his form now. He was a rather tall man, over 6foot tall, with alabaster skin marred with a wide variety of scars. His forhead notably had a strange, intentional looking pattern carved into it. He extended a rough hand to her, "Surely if you are looking to sleep there are better places around here. It would do one no good to become ill out here." His voice deliberate, he spoke genuine words.
She seems very surprised when he offers his hand, but shakes it after a moment. She sighs somewhat dramatically in response to his words.
"Well, I could always go home. But I don't particularly feel like it, currently. This will do, for now. As long as I can find an empty spot, hm?"
She glances around at the headstones.
Quebec tries to slink out of view. "I'm not here," he mouths, "You saw nobody!" He knows very well that he's probably not supposed to be here while his friend, Corsica, is waiting for him on the opposite side of the bar outside. Not a good way to hide, dummy, he thinks, Now you've caught someone else's attention! This is embarrassing! Run! Don't even ask for a drink! Get out of here! They'll be wondering, "Who's this stupid blue bird dragon man, anyway?"
He too looked around, spying the nearby groundskeeper building. "And when the keeper finds you sleeping with the dead? Then what?" He shook his head solemnly.
"I know not where you live, but surely someone there would miss you if things were to go wrong."
"Groundskeeper?" The idea hadn't even occurred to him. But after a second she shrugs it off. "I go where I like. And of course they'll miss me. I'm their Prince. But I get so bored of being cooped up..."
She looks up at the sky, just starting to come alive with stars.
Jackal slowly raises his eyebrows, just watching this odd little person. After a few moments, he speaks.
"And who are you, hm?"
The way she speaks gives off a bored and unaffected air. She's quite used to people trying to hide from her.
Quebec looks around. "Me? Eh- Quebec," he answers, "You?" He licks his lips a bit as he thinks about his day out with Corsica that he felt he needed to resume.
"Be manipulative," she replied with a bit of a grin. "Screaming sure isn't the way it lands you a one-way ticket to jail." Skillka chuckled a bit before taking her shot glass from a bartender. Her green eyes got wide as she gulped down the vodka.
She frowns, just slightly.
“Prince Jackal. Messiah, Queen of the world to come.”
She sounds almost bored, rattling off the list.
“Nobody here recognises royalty when they see it.”
“I wasn’t- screaming.”
He crosses his arms, most definitely pouting.
“I just think you should all have a little more /respect/ for your future queen.”
He spits the word “respect” in the general direction of the bartender.