Pick a Gift to Impress the OC Above!

  It took some time before Elize slunk away from the edges of this stranger's vision- she had not intended to hide, but she really wasn't keen on attracting too much attention. She approached slowly, a head-sized sack in her hands where this girl could see it. She hesitated for a second; having realized she should speak up, at least. "I... am not supposed to keep bringing these back... do you think you could... um..."

  She stopped to think about it for a second. What could you do with this stuff anyway? Elize frowned, and without any more talking, she sat down and started rummaging through her bag. At first, she pulled out a lump of slightly-rotted wood, and held it up. She pointed to the core of it, where a white lump rested. "It's a bug nest... the little babies live in there now, but they can be big when they come out..."

  She set it down gently, a little bit in front of her bag that she returned to. Then, she retrieved a handful of smaller odds- at first, a fist-sized, hard thing that vaguely resembled a fruit. It was reddish-brown, and sounded hollow when it hit the other objects. She set it down with her rotten wood, murmuring, "We make beads with these... the seeds have fallen out already, but they are very tough... and bugs like them..."

  At last, she dumped what looked like a piece of some unidentified bone, and a half-eaten apple on the ground before her. "The bugs like the dirty food... and hiding in bones... I think it's a piece of antler. Might be lucky too..."

  Elize stared down at the pile of items before her, seeming a bit sad. "You could make a nice home for the bugs with these... I can't take care of them..." 

En cocked his head to the side while looking down at the girl with a glazed look in his golden eyes. There was something inside him, a gut feeling, telling him that she had Siren blood. His hand hovered around one of his swords' hilts. Sirens. He hated them. He wanted to make them all pay for taking everything from him. But this girl, she was different. The look in her eyes, her silent demeanor, that combination of shyness and reservation-- in a way, it reminded him of himself.
His hand slowly went back to his side. Even like this he still couldn't be as heartless as he wanted.
En was quiet for a moment before noticing Elize looking somewhere, following her gaze to a creek barely visible through a few trees. It was a serene sight, he himself could stare at it for a good while. Did she like things like that? Did it give her fond memories? He paused then reached into his jacket, pulling out a journal. The cover had butterflies drawn on it, though there was no telling if he was the one that did it. He wrote something down before handing it to her. "Use this journal to sketch what you see, or write what you feel," it read.

"heyy man!" carmen playfully flung her arm around en's shoulder "quepasa?" carmen moved her arm from the emotionless man's shoulder "oh! by the way, i got ya something! its not much but-"  she pulled out a small gift wrapped in faded floral paper. "i know you're on this journey to kill the gods which is far out, man! but i figured that feeding your bird is probably the least of your concerns." underneath the wrapping paper, the present was revealed to be a simple bag of bird seed. carmen shot a playful finger gun, grinning widely. "it's high quality stuff man! funky, huh?" 

Zakka grins as she pulls out a small gift basket teeming with guitar picks and candies; chocolate and gummies make up the majority of them. "I stole some of these picks from my friend, she has so many that she probably won't even notice that they're gone!" She declares as she hands the gift basket over. "I heard you trying to play the guitar and I thought that these would help!" She gives Carmen a sturdy finger gun as she slinks back into the crowd. 

Otis nervously walked over to Zakka, and quickly handed her a wrapped gift. "I heard that you like bright colors, and, well, because of your bat earrings... headphones... well, everything, I decided that I should give you this bat necklace!" Otis paused, realizing how obnoxious this might be, considering they were both at a concert and, Zakka, being the one playing, was probably quite busy, Otis quickly shook hands with her and walked away, embarrassed. 

"So yer loike games hu!?" He asked Otis. Leaning a bit their way. "Oi 'ave never 'eard of de game Nientendo but, " Roswell searched his pockets, "oi've got some cards, " he said. Smiling brightly as he handout the stack of beautiful well-designed playing cards. "Yer can have it sprung, oi can even learn yer a trick or two!" Roswell said. Totally inplying learning this pure soul how to cheat in card games.

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Roswell stared at the new gotten coat in his hands. With his thumb he rubbed the fur texture and a big grin appeared on his face. "Oh oi do loike me costs, " he said. For once not lying. Have u seen him, this man's wardrobe was 9/10 moth bitten coats. But this one, this one was special. Was good. heavy maybe, but warm and powerful(?). He smiled at Fritzgerald, a mollar missing smile.

   - oh GOD Fitzgerald would die inside if he saw all of Roswell's moth-eaten coats fdsjvhgshfjvsfdv- cue him buying a bunch of shit just to give the Crow something.....

Fitzgerald, in other words, was a self-proclaimed fashionista, and though he didn't think Roswell's fashion was shabby by any means (surprisingly enough), he still found it fit to slither his way into the subject when he thought it was suitable.

"Speaking of which," the youth piqued in with a hum, "I haven't been really able to indulge much in boutiques since leaving home, but I have to admit that the selections here aren't too bad. They don't remind me of home, not at all, but even then..." He chuckled to himself before crushing some dust off his shoulders. "... There's a certain rustic charm in much of the items there. It's like each item has its own voice, and I just think that's pretty neat, you know?"

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a coat that definitely fit the rustic description Fitzgerald had casually talked about. It was made out of wolves' pelt, though much of the former grey-and-tawny color was replaced by a more gaudy shade of mottled grey instead. The dappling was actually surprisingly subtle, and it almost looked like cobblestone from a distance - as well if you squinted hard enough. There was also significant ruffling on the collar and ends of the sleeves, thanks to the down that adorned those regions. It was cozy, if not a bit outlandish.

"Like... This!" he proclaimed after a minute of silence, just so Roswell could take it all in. "It actually cost a bit, and I'm not sure if it really counts as a rip-off, because it's not really something I'd wear myself." With a smirk, Fitzgerald tossed a lock of hair aside with a hand before continuing, "I think it'd be better off with you, if I'm going to be honest. Not because you deserve something gaudy or unsightly, or even anything that's considered inferior in my standards, but... It's a good coat, at least, and I wouldn't want it to go to waste because of my own exorbitant standards as to how I should look."

And so, the youth promptly tossed it into the thief's hands - before rubbing his own together and remarking offhandedly, "You know, the cashier gave me a weird look when I told them I wanted that coat. They said something was weird with the material, but then again... It's so damn expensive. If wolves' pelt was really that shitty, they'd sell it for so much cheaper, don't you think? I think they're hiding something relating to superstition, but I don't know exactly what..."

Fitzgerald gets shit that he doesn't deserve but will gladly treasure anyway..... *pensive*

here's a follow-up between two pompous assholes.

Otto talked to Fitzgerald... once. On that road, in that gods-forsaken machine, he breathed in the cold air blowing out from the vents as if it were the last air he would ever taste, but alas, it wasn't, and that was a real shame. But, if he recalled one other thing from the trip, it was the talk of bakeries. He assumed the younger man liked sweets, and he would serve.

"There's a cook back home who, whenever we had apples, would make cakes with them to give to my daughters, although Harrison obviously hasn't done such a thing in some time. " Otto explained to Fitzgerald. He fiddled with the bag's straps wrapped around his shoulder. "Nowadays, he's a bit bored in the kitchens, and has had to step down to an assistant. But, I know you like things like these, and we've a wagon of fruits arrive from the north, so I asked for him to make one for you."

Otto slumped his shoulder, letting the bag slide off his arm, caught before it could slam into the ground, because that would be a fucking mess. He took out a wooden box the length and width of his forearm, and held it out to Fitzgerald. He opened the top to reveal, of course, an apple cake. The top was dusted with powdered sugar and cinnamon. It seemed to have been made somewhat recently as well. The bottom of the box was still warm.

"It should last you about two days, assuming you won't gorge yourself on it." he teased, "I should hope not, since it's on the larger side... Or, at least I think so, I don't eat cake." He then shrugged, as he shoved the box into Fitzgerald's arms, and then added, "Though, if I remember right, the apples are the honeycrisp sort. I'm not sure if I would know, really. I'm more interested in flowers than I am fruits. Harrison knows more about these things." Otto probably had scurvy.

"It's worth it, too, I suppose... If you like expensive things. I wouldn't know if you know, but these apples cost quite a bit, apparently. Something about labor. He really wanted these, though, to make for you."

Thanks, Harry. Whoever you are.

SORT OF LATE follow-up because i almost didnt see this one...... here you go.....

Krys didn't know where they were. They only knew that for some reason, they woke up in the middle of a field of flowers. Not that they minded, they loved plants, it was the focus of their whole job, but...they didn't exactly recognize the flowers. Which worried them a bit. Idly, they went about the field, picking flowers and studying them, trying to see if they could identify them. At first they thought they were perhaps on the planet Ongiri, the flora looked somewhat similar, but none of the flowers looked or smelled like any specific plant from said planet. 

They were so hyperfixed on the plants that they didn't even notice someone nearing them. They only realized when said someone was looming over them, casting a shadow over the kneeling alien. Krys looked up from the bouquet they had accidentally put together, craning their head back to look up at the man. A..human? So they must be on Earth then. No wonder they didn't recognize anything, they didn't know anything about Earthen flora. Now that they knew where they were, the question was, how would they leave? Well..making a friend wouldn't hurt, maybe this man could help them!

The insectoid stood up to their full height, which was still short when compared to the human. Around 8 inches shorter, in fact, but they weren't cowed by the height difference. Instead, they tilted their head to the side. It was all too obvious they were curious, even if they had a mask hiding their face. Their body language said it all, like an open book ready to read. So it wasn't a surprising motion when they calmly reached up to their mane, plucking one of the exotic flowers that was tucked away there. They added it to the bouquet of Earth flowers, rearranging them in a way to look aesthetically pleasing, before offering the flowers to the human. Hopefully it got across that they were friendly and of no threat.

(2 days late, but here you go!)

For someone who hardly talks, Salvador seemed to enjoy the company of the more "talkative" folk. Maybe because most of then didn't seem to mind if he didn't spoke, he liked to listen anyway. Or well..read. Kysokroa was somewhat fascinating to Salvador, bit frightening as well but mostly in a positive way. Their almost bug like figure, the mimic in their face, and wow! Did they write a lot! 

"You know, " Salvador said. Softly rubbing the back of his head. "I know how it feels like, starting a new life. Over and over again, " he continued. A long pause when the smaller thief softly kicked his feet. "Sometimes, " he said finally. "It's bad, " nice commentary. Very constructive. "But!" Salvador told them with a hint of a smile. "Sometimes, starting over is something good too." He was trying. "Most important, at least for me, is keeping track of the good stuff. So I've this, " Salvador said. Holding out a small leathery book. "It's a memory book. You can write down all the good..things. Maybe draw a little doodle next to it, " Salvador shrugged. "Helps you remember. Appricate..stuff."

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Salvador rarely ate cake in his life. His mum made some from time to time, but we're mostly spongy with no topping let alone frosting. Simple cakes, with eggs and maybe milk? Salvador pondered while holding the plate lightly in between his finger tops. As if it was almost too holy to touch, almost. His eyes scanned the piece of food, the cocoa the crumbs. Fun fact about Halves was that they, didn't feel the sensation that was "hunger" anymore and didn't have to eat to survive. Even though this was a blessing most of the time, right now he missed it. Salvador made himself comfortable by sitting on the nearest dumpster. Even the smell of trash and rotten fish couldn't drag away his eyes from the cake. They were glued at the dish. It was, so much? Much, Ya that would be the word. The decoration, the flavors. Much. That's how he would describe it. Or maybe fascinating as it was fascinating to see at least and tasty looking. Salvador hadn't talked to Brown when she greeted him, or lectures him about knives, he had made a soft 'oh!' Noise when he got the cake and had been quiet ever since. 

"Thanks, " he finally said. A man of many words. "For not wanting to murder me, " he continued. He cut the top with the expensive ivory knife and ate it in pure silence. "Roswell doesn't like cakes, " he told her while chewing on his slice. The flavors? There were so many of them..chocolade, like real heavy tasting chocolate. He hadn't eat chocolate in months, just too expensive. "Likes canned pears and such," Salvador let out a dry chuckle. "He eats them at night, wearing his undershirt and boxers. Sometimes his coat too when he's cold and eats them right out of the can, " Salvador told Brown. Nice move dickhead. His head peaked a bit when Brown suggested a heist. Normally, people would commission their leidsman, Roswell, for these things. But maybe like Brown suggested, Roswell didn't need to know. Salvador chewed on his thoughts and the tiny bit of cake. Grabbing the entire cake, if they tasted like the one he was eating right now, would be something they tell stories of for weeks maybe. "Ya I could do that. Stealing I mean." 

   - I'm.... living for the weird, "what the fuck is this" mother-son dynamic Brown and Sal are starting to have... good for him for liking that cake and wanting more. :"))))

THAT FUCKING PEAR BIT MADE ME WHEEZE THOUGH..... tbh she'd probably be a little embarrassed knowing that bit about Ros, but... who knows... she could use that to her advantage in future interactions- ;)

Brown's sudden appearance behind the thief in an alleyway was probably pretty fucking terrifying, to say the least, as she let out a low hissing noise to signal her presence. Gee, could've said "hello" instead. It wasn't like they hated each other or anything like that.

Thank goodness the woman eventually just giggled and hummed, "You know, I have to admire your tenacity when it comes to stealing goods... You sure put my dagger to good use." Hopefully that wasn't a lie, considering that she tried to persuade him to kill people previously, but... Alas. "I should probably get an extra one for you when I have the time," mused Brown further, "That would be something you'd deserve, yes? You told me you liked how sharp my dagger was... Good for cutting shit! Like purse strings, and tendons!" Woah there, Lassie.

"But that would be a bit of a hassle, because my type of dagger cannot be bought, or even commissioned from one of those fucking blacksmiths," lamented Brown while melodramatically placing a hand over her forehead. So... Why was there still a hand behind her back? She shifted herself ever so slightly before fluttering her eyes at the youth. "It is... Very rare, very unique - to say the least."

"So, for now, and perhaps as a little condolence, I have something for you."

Accordingly, Brown pulled out a plate containing... A slice of wedding cake? It was definitely not stolen, for it was enclosed in a neat little cloche that preserved the beauty of the contents within. The cake itself was vanilla sponge, though the faintest scent of coffee liqueur wafted through the glass. Milk chocolate curls were scattered throughout the cake and complemented the dark chocolate icing that - in turn - contrasted against the strawberry filling separating each layer of cake. The only visible flaw was a little cocoa butter dove that was placed against the side of the slice, though that could've been because it was meant to be a topper, but Brown specifically ordered for it to be included in the portion. Chocolate crumbs crusted the bottom of the otherwise pristine dove, with its little eye being piped on with a very careful hand.

It also wasn't poisoned, which was a real bonus when dealing with a potential murderess!

Hell, Brown even proclaimed it herself as she edged the gift forward to the thief and teased, "Don't worry; I'm not trying to kill you with concealed rat poison or anything like that. I like you too much to give you such a shitty fate. Besides, I know your eyes went all big when I told you about that wedding cake rumor a while back, so I decided to get a slice for you. Don't go bragging to anyone about it now, okay? Not even Roswell. This is a gift for you and you only, though..." She craned her neck towards the man as she gave him a toothy grin. "If you want to get some more... You could always ask me... Or steal it for yourself, I do not care. Besides, I know the aristocracy is so fucking bored right now. Why not cause a scandal, to spice things up a bit for everyone?" Oh? Yikes!

it's..... them..... time for a follow-up. Brown.... actually gets flustered for once? surprising.... :)c

Revival time! purenai

The cat stared at the table and blinked rapidly. Her gaze was focused on the newspaper that she clenched in her hands. Sapphire muttered to herself, displeased at a certain detail. She then tilted her head, noticing the younger man standing across the building.

"Hey. Hey, kiddo. Over here," Sapphire attempted to catch the human's attention. As she watched him approach her, her lips curled into a smile.

"Hello, kiddo." Sapphire's lips curled into a smile, her eye twitched as she placed the paper down.

"You look so full of energy. Embrace that. I find that quite admirable to young people like you; you have such lovely outlets to express yourselves." She paid no mind to how odd she worded her sentence; Sapphire was just tired, she was just going to eat her food and trudge her way home. Sapphire tugged on the collar of her shirt and reached in her pockets. She then pulled out a fair sum of money.

"I haven't gone shopping in a long time. Honestly, I have nothing to save up for. Get yourself something nice, kiddo."

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NP, Sapphire is one of my newest OCs, and I'm still developing her. Go wild with your response!

"O-M-G, you are, like, the absolute cutest!" Aysun gasped while lacing his fingers together. "Your poncho is totally cute and the color matches your fur! Ooh! I have, like, just the thing!" He rummaged around in his pockets before pulling out a small bracelet. Smiling, he gestured for Sapphire to take it. "Go onnn! Go ahead, take it! I was, like, just on my way to give it to one of my coworkers, but I think you could rock it a lot more! It'd go great with your clothes and everything! C'mon, I wanna see how cute it looks on you!"

Aysun's eyes sparkled at the lip gloss. "O-M-G??? That's totally cute! Can I really have it? Like, thank you sooo much!" he swooned while holding it up to better look at the glitter. Ooh, a good brand too! This would look great for work.
Looking back at the young man, Aysun beamed. "Yeah! Totally! That'd be awesome! We could exchange clothes and everything! Let's totally do it!"