What Would Your OC Give the OC Above You?

Casimir didn't know who this Moon was, but they sure sounded like a big shot!

Celestial differences aside, he regarded Arche smiling, feline and calculating and reading closely into whatever there was to pick up. Arche seemed the faithful sort, expectations laid before him and spiraling throughout his life so intricately that they were practically woven into him -- it was quite the sight. He might have been a little shortsighted, if Casimir were to judge, but did not dare to voice his views... if only because the other man had potential. True as stone, true as diamonds, potential. Why, it even made the Qun noble smile to behold him. Magic, determination, resilience, all traits and skills admirable in a person.

"You must be so lonely, walking alone in pitch black." Casimir spoke, his voice a coo. "You're too strong, too sweet, to be so kept to yourself... but, to place your faith in so few..."

"..I can offer you boarding, just for free." Not for free. Casimir knew that everything came with a cost, he knew he was not the type to give things out of the purity of his heart, never an act of kindness so wanted by the gods. He wanted to see what Arche could make of it -- could make of himself -- when little bits of pressure were shed one at a time. "Someone like you, you can't just wander aimlessly, you can't just suffer in silence and wait. Won't you take my proposal? You can have a bed and food for as long as you want to... besides, most troubles roll off my back like water off a duck's coat. Worry not about your own here."

ramyune :3c

The undead had been mostly silent during their travels into the nearby town. She couldn’t help the slight guilt that settled in her to see Alistair bundled up in her ragged cape. Instead of the typical looks that Alistiar might have normally received for his looks, the people brushed past 

him apathetically, assuming that he was nothing more than a ragged traveler, much like the undead presented herself at this point. Idly from where she lets her gaze scan over the traveling masses, she can’t help her own discomfort at how limited her view was through her helm. 

It of course culminates in her bumping into people nearby. It only takes a couple of times of nearly bowling people over before the undead huffs loudly enough for Alistair to hear. She turns, clearly looking for something before she narrows in on a cart and immediately makes her way to it, her footsteps leaving Alistair behind. Never far enough to be out of sight, but at least out of earshot, as she leans closer to the shopkeeper, picking a few things off the table, and tossing a small bag of coins to him before walking back with something in her hands. 

One, almost flat, wooden shape is stuffed into her bag and the other is pushed in Alistair’s direction. In her hands is a finely carved wooden mask, the kind that would cover his entire face, the image of a bird carved into it. It’s a rather plain-looking thing, with only solid colors and a few decorations in a secondary color to match the beak. The undead tilts her helmed head, and even though it couldn’t be seen, a smile and the barest hints of mirth could be heard in her voice.

“I thought this might be a little better than that ratty old thing at least. Probably will smell better too.” 

Valnier rubbed the top of the small metal box with his thumb. Nerves and a general sense of wrongness having come over him. Knowing who he was giving this to it probably would be a coin flip on how it went. 

He had left his hat behind in his office, the thinning hair only making him seem more fragile than he usually did. Approaching the undead knight he cleared his throat. “Your time in The Moving City didn’t start…pleasantly. That is a fault I take full responsibility for. But- I do hope some of your time in My Home City was not horrible. And- I do not do Well at This.”

Opening The Metal box revealed a silver medallion with a obsidian plate in the center of it. “This is often something we give to our closest allies. To friends and those who are welcome here whenever they wish. Long and Short is that I am trying to say- thank you for everything.”

Lockhart cautiously knocked on the door of his office, before he could get a response he carefully opened the door, standing there with some sort of box neatly wrapped in his hands. 

“Mr. Reikslot sir…? I uh…brought you lunch.” He said, stepping up to his desk and putting it down in front of him. “I know we both came from very different circumstances but…it was really nice talking with you and I really admire everything you’ve done for your city.” He awkwardly shifts back and forth on his feet, a little intimidated by the older man but nonetheless grateful for the time they had to talk about themselves.

Unwrapping the fabric that decorated the little box inside revealed a small but very carefully put together meal. It appeared to be some sort of cooked fish atop a bed of rice, accompanied by a good amount of roasted cherry tomatoes and of course, it wouldn’t be a meal made by Lockhart without a cutely decorated pastry; a small cup of bread pudding with a cinnamon dusting.

Emmett approached Lockhart with his silent foot steps. He once again was out of the studio, but luckily some of the staff decided to come with him. Probably for the good and safety of others...

He approaced the man with a smile on his innocent face, "Hello sir. I couldn't help but recognize your unique sense of style and you inspired me to draw you." He held out his sketchbook with the drawing of Lockhart done in crayons. The skill was actually quite impressive. Emmett's art abilities changed often and many of the staff couldn't tell if he was doing it to mess with them or if he genuinely drew differently depending on his mood. Either way the amount of effort put into it showed that Emmett had clear focus on his subject. He ripped out the page, holding out his hand, "Here, you can have it!"

But that only begs the question... How long had he been watching Lockhart for this amount of detail? Everything was a bit too on the nose. Almost uncanny.

Gidget cringed looking at the wound across Ashish's chest, the golden liquid dripping from it making him nervous.

" I don't know w-who you are, but uh...w-we should probably patch that up. "

He took a large bandage about the size of an average human hand from a box and gently applied it to the wound. Unfortunately, this measure did not last long, as about 30 seconds later the soaked golden bandage fell to the floor. Gidget realized that this was probably not the best measure to treat what appeared to be a slash wound, at least that's what it seemed like to the little robot. He grabbed 2 more this time and gently applied them to the wound yet again. 30 seconds later, the bandages would fall off yet again. Each time he applied another bandage, they fell off one by one.

" What the heck h-happened to you that you're bleeding so much, anyway?! J-just take the whole thing, why don't ya? "

And so he grabbed the box of bandages and placed it in Ashish's hand. He had his reasons for that wound to never be closed, but to anyone to met him for the first time, it was probably quite the sight, and a disturbing one to boot...

_{(sorry if im not good at responses im awkward,,)}
There was a deep sense of delight In the man as he spotted Gidget.

”you look bored. Well… if you can grasp emotions.. or like.. yeah ok I’ll shut up.” He seemed interested in your existence, made sense considering the man was a mechanic (without a license.) Did he even know how dangerous you were? Not at all. Some people just seem to approach anyone these days. Annoyance towards Olsan aside, He seemed to want to help.

The man rummaged in his bag for a moment, Screws and wires matted inside the bag like A hoard or rats tails, before pulling out a small item. Said object was known as a “Gameboy”.
”Check it out. It has a game based on robocop inside it currently. If you want a different game find me and annoy me about it.” The machine was definitely loved, but played. Batteries were fresh too, so it was guaranteed to last a good while.

Ok, maybe this man wasn’t that bad, But it’s not nice being deemed “cute” by a mere Human. Maybe you could forgive him… but oh. He was already leaving,
Olsan trotted off again, seeming happy to spread his nerd behavior.
What a weird encounter.

Edme wasn't sure what to think of this man sitting beside them. They were very curious about why he was wearing, what seems to be a cat mask, but they weren't going to question it. 

A few minutes had gone by since Olsan had sat down beside them, with neither of them saying anything to each other. Edme was feeling very awkward, so they broke the silence. "Hey! So, I know we don't know each other or anything, but you seem like someone that may be interested in something like this."

They then pulled out a pocket watch out of their jacket pocket. "I found this thing in the store over there. I don't really know what this is used for exactly. Seems like a funky clock you carry around. I'd bought it as it intrigued me, but maybe this may be more use to you instead?? Think of thise as a gift! You seem like a nice and interesting fellow"

They gave him a few seconds to think it over before handing the pocket watch over to him. They then stood up from the bench. "Welp, I should probably get back. Was nice meeting you!" And with that, they walked away, with a skip in their step

The worm let out a soft chuckle as his spiked hand rubbed under the chin of his mantis partner, the bug flimsily trying to hold an ice-cream cone on its hand. He shut his eyes for a moment, humming a low tune to himself as he waited for Deluge to finish; and when one happened to open, he caught sight of the peculiar leopard.

…Ah, an idea.

He mulled over it, moving his hand to his chin… Then dropped a couple extra bucks onto the icecream vendor’s counter. A Neapolitan was what he decided on, swiftly snatching up the sweet and waving over to Edme.

“Oh, dear. I think my order’s been mixed up. Oh well, would you mind taking this for me? Consider it a little gift.”
Endemic twirled the cone atop his orange claw perfectly in place, eventually tossing it up and grasping it again in his hand. Somehow, it was still in one piece as he handed it over with a cheery grin.

It was inevitable, another day of the monotonous grind that was guarding the streets of D.C. that were marred by various conflicts and various other acts of vandalism and destruction. Despite the thick air of nearby decomposition, the agent remained steady. It wasn't like he believed in ghosts or anything. But the pair of orange circles, slowly turning towards his direction locked onto his eyes, as the glow provided a soft illumination upon the calmed puddle that it hovered over. While it was a similar circular orange glow to the SHD antenna that is worn by Division Agents, these circles were solid orange, not the ring that the antenna had. The figure was only a mere few yards away from Junior, and the latter could barely make out the strange shape of the other party.

With reasonable caution and irrational curiosity, Junior strolled his way directly towards the figure standing in the puddle to get a better look at it. He kept his LMG clutched at his chest, in the case that this could be a threat. But, as he began to get a better view of the other individual, Junior piped out a noise of shock and awe of the almost otherworldly creature. It wasn't a noise of fear; only of surprise. While the agent still felt a sense of danger stirring from the worm, he didn't look too harmless... right?

"What are you doing in that puddle there, man?" The agent inquired, gesturing down to the puddle that the worm was standing in the middle of. He seemed to be relatively unbothered by the appearance of Endemic, although if Junior had any less of a composed exterior, he'd be trembling. "You know, there's much better places out here you could be splashing around in. Besides, it'll probably disappear when the sun comes up. Here."

The human man slings his backpack off of his shoulders, setting it down on the ground, and rummaging through it for a worn-down roll of paper, neatly bound by a rubber band. He gripped one end of the paper with his left hand, holding it out towards the worm as an offering. "I never found a use for this map. Don't know why I was ever given it in the first place; it's a map of the streets here in this immediate area of D.C., but it still covers a sizable amount of land here. The places colored in with blue marker indicate water sources." Junior carefully explained. "Some places have clean water, which is where most people go to for resource convoys... the rest, however, might be contaminated or might just be a little bit unfit for safe consumption. You do you, though." He finishes with the shrug of his shoulders as he bends over to carry his backpack from the ground.

@np, ik junior might not have that much info yet, you can choose any of my other characters if you'd like, just specify who in your post

v (THANK YOU FOR THIS LMAO so sorry to ren for having to endure junior's horrible fish story </3 at least he got a kick out of it. Also the kakapo PLEASe)

Danndraa was never the biggest fan of gift-giving; she was never good at it, even when she was less than she is now...well- it was hard for her. She wanted so much, and every time she gave something away, it felt like she was ruining something she could have made bloom and turned into something grand. But Renard brought different emotions; she didn't love him, and that would never change. But to be as sly, manipulative, and cunning earned her respect. Their time together was not something to ignore either. Enjoyable in the same way that weaving a dangerous spell was, she felt close to death and close to true power all at once. She had to show him somehow that this meant something, no, EVERYTHING to her. 

Her gift in hand, she walked in such a way that it seemed like she was gliding over the floor. "You have probably seen everything the realms have to offer, probably even more. But I should give you something anyways, yes? Try and awe you in a possibly overlooked area from your gaze." In her delicate third hand laid a small silk wrapping, and her second clawed hand plucked the top away, revealing a pristine white lotus flower yet to bloom. From her first mouth-covered hand, whispers emanated. With each unintelligible syllable, the layers of the lotus bloomed out. Inside, the gorgeous flower emanated a blue light, sending spots of multicolor brilliance into the air. As the color filled the area, Danndraa smiled her usual devious smile. "It's not much, but a small trick a student had thought me, I do hope it's to your liking"

NP: If you want, you can choose anyone Here since Danndraa is a mess