Apepi nods, clearly interested. “I have to say that your life sounds quite luxurious. In all honesty, I am a little jealous of you. I only have my wealth to boast about. And even that is just because I have a penchant for hoarding. Is it true that your followers will do absolutely anything for you?” Apepi asks, still interested and not at all jealous.
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.
"Right? That'd be absolutely terrible." He grinned. He laughed a bit "I had to do these to once in a while, you think it fits my style? Let's be real, dish gloves aren't made to be glamorous but they do prevent you from burning your hands." Though, in his case, he only needed one glove considering his other hand was... Well... A prosthetic. Hidden behind his white gloves at least. "You really got raised with silver spoons, huh? Take this opportunity to acquire new skills~"
”Oh, yes. Anything at all. I’m their prince, after all.” He’s revelling in the attention. “Such is the benefit of being born royalty, I suppose. Not everyone can live as well as I do.~”
“Fascinating.” They finished up one of the bracelets and handed it to him, then began working on another of the same colors.
He huffs. “I don’t need skills. I’m going to rule the world, darling.” Sulking, she picks up the first dish, just sort of… running it under the water. She really has no idea what she’s doing. She glances back at Ozwald as she does so.
”In case you don’t understand what that means, it will be the job of people like you to make everything run for me.“
She smiles as she takes the bracelet.
”You know, I usually make it a point not to wear any jewellery that isn’t gold…” She ties it around her wrist. “But I suppose I can make an exception this once.” That’s his way of saying thank you.
They chuckled a bit. “Well it does have gold colors in it even if it isn’t made from real gold.” They finished their bracelet and put it on their wrist.
colossalsquidiot Jacob debated internally for a moment over whether to reply with a snarky answer or just polite conversation. He didn't like talking about his parents' deaths with anyone, but especially not a stranger. So he just decided to be vague instead.
"We all have our burdens," he said finally. And then, hoping he wasn't going too far, "Are you visiting anyone? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
LadyClassical "I know that all too well." She gives him an odd look, as if in on some secret.
"I don't have any business with the dead. I'm looking for a grave to sleep in. One that isn't already taken, that is." She makes the comment completely nonchalantly, as if that were a completely natural thing to say.
Sarcast didn't notice her at first. You don't pay attention to other people mourning, usually. Most people were always worrying about themselves, and that makes sense - considering that life is a pain in the ass. The grave - or, graves that sat in front of him were more of the newer ones, it looked clean and pristine compared to the ones that were dirty, old, the words on the stone being barely comprehensible. Mumbling something under his breath - likely a prayer, he took a turn, walking along the muddy grass.
That is when he noticed him. Even taking a glance at her makes Sarcast wonder on how he never noticed him until now, a small sigh of stress came out. Why did he have to come here at night again? Right - his friends would've been worrying. Maybe they have a right to worry, especially right now. Sarcast grumbles, trying to get out of the way as he raises his hood up and- oh. He looks up. She already bumped into him.
Stumbling back a little as he fell right on his ass a few moments later. The harengon's expression was almost unreadable, save for a small hint of nervousness - a small chuckle comes out of him as he forces a smile. "Well, isn't this a grave situation?" For all Sarcast knows, his name is going to be plastered onto a grave next. Probably.
sorry for being so long LORD but i had fun with the little prompt here eheheh ... also sorry if this is a little bit messy it is extremely late where i am
Jackal blinks at him in surprise for a few moments before erupting into a bout of genuinely delighted laughter.
"Grave! Because... Oh, that's funny!"
She doesn't offer him a hand up or apologize, but she doesn't seem offended either. She simply brushes herself off and readjusts her tiara, sorting out her slightly ruffled appearance after the bump.
"I didn't see you there! It's very dark here, they should really install some lights."
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