[IC] Why would your OC beat up the OC above?

Posted 4 years, 2 months ago by Saturn/Camden monikunii

Prompt:

What horrible crime or petty conflict would warrant the character above getting the snot kicked out of them?

Example:

Character A's bio: *Doesn't like rats*

Character B's response: "Has Ratatouille taught you nothing?! You've gotta honor the little rat controlling your life, not diss him!" Character B then proceeds to challenge Character A to a formal jousting bout. If Character B wins, the two will watch a 24-hour rat-themed movie marathon.

Rules:

- Wait until three people have posted before posting again. This is null if it has been 12 hours and one person has responded after you.

- Put effort into your responses. Let's use the golden rule!

- If you describe a fight, don't be gory.

- Reference bios to keep the responses fun!

Camden or your own OC can start! First response's choice ;]

Fitzgerald (Human) kafkaesque

Out of nowhere, Fitzgerald stormed into the scene looking angrier than usual. Which was saying a lot, because he pretty much never had a zero level of cortisol in his blood. Not when petty manners were at stake, damn it! Melodramatic footsteps sounded against the floor as each step in his top-tier boots (which totally weren't going to get destroyed by his gait) brought him closer and closer to the celestial. Did he have any idea whom he was messing with? Definitely not. Either way, he thought it completely fit - and not at all stupid - to go up to this stranger and confront him about the relevant hearsay.

"Is it true," he started with a pout, "that you like asymmetrical things!?" He leaned back a bit before crossing his arms. "I'll have you know that is the worst take I've ever heard in my entire life. Imagine wanting to wear a blue sock on one foot and a red sock on another! That completely undermines why socks are sold in pairs in the first place!" Throwing his hands up in the air, he let out an audible "ugh," before rolling his eyes and adding, "And that's not even acknowledging how that bush on your head- wait, is that supposed to be hair?"

He stopped rambling for a bit to chuckle, albeit it was filled with so much bitterness that he was probably just doing it as an excuse to extend his duration of being a prick.

Fitzgerald stopped so he could add, "Yea, um. That didn't exactly register for a second... Anyways, I also heard that you can quite well - eloquently, actually - in cursive. But not when you write regularly!? You might as well just write in cursive all the time at this point, yet there are a decent amount of detractors against that style, so good luck with that." The young man huffed and traced his foot against the ground, barely even trying to assess the other party's reaction. How nice of him. "Also, that's the total reverse of what I expected from you, and I can't help but resent that with every fiber of my being. It just doesn't... Sit well." Ah yes, perfect reasoning. Totally not flawed at all.

Sighing loudly and with far too much emphasis on the concluding note, Fitzgerald looked up at the celestial with a raised brow before saying, "You know, I'm not usually the type to resort to violence, but... With your transgressions against what's considered proper, I'm going to have to challenge you to a fist fight. No powers or anything, just hands." This was going to end well for Fitzgerald, who was literally a stick with limbs and a head. "If I win, I'm going to take you out to a salon to get that disaster of a hairstyle refined into something more presentable. Consider it an honor from a man like myself, hm?"

i'm gonna do what the kids call... a follow-up:

In spite of the feeling that he was being watched - perhaps scrutinized - Fitzgerald scoffed and crossed his arms. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was a passing creature. Maybe it was the usual sinking feeling that he had since learned to ignore at least sometimes. He was aware, anyway, that he was in territory that was likely hostile; not that they should be hostile, but... It wasn't like his nerves were ever that smooth, not since the day-

His head suddenly shot up when the ground suddenly darkened beneath him; he looked up and saw a creature - shit, no, it was a person - looming over him. The young man froze but made no other noise. He was simply adopting the philosophy that if he froze, he probably wasn't going to die. Or maybe he was just seeing things. Slowly, his arms moved to his face so that he could rub his eyes. Great, nothing changed. His arms went back down just as the individual started to speak.

She hissed, "I heard you're not the nicest of people," a remark that made Fitzgerald narrow his eyes. Where in the hell did that come from!? Sure, it was true, and he wasn't going to deny it anytime soon. He even liked being an ass, at least to some degree, just because it made him feel powerful. And apparently, the other party read his mind, for she pointed that exact feature out to him - voice becoming more and more laced with hatred by the second. He flinched, but just... Barely. Perhaps she - ignorant of his rank - was just talking to down to him... There was no reason for him to act the way he was executing. So why - why now - was he so paralyzed with tension?

"Now, miss, I have no idea-" he started before being interrupted when she grabbed him by the arms. Well then. Almost instinctively, like a mouse caught by a wolf, he squeaked - the fight suddenly fleeing like the other prey animals in the area. She really wasn't screwing around after all. Great. Fitzgerald sighed, partially out of apathy and partially because he had no idea how else to react; his bluff was already blown when he froze and made that stupid mouse noise anyways, so... It wasn't like he had much to lose in the first place. The temptation to squeak, perhaps squeal, only grew when he felt a stabbing pain in his arms - dull but nonetheless present.

Then the nightmare let him go. Well, sort of. His left arm was still in her grip, but at least his right arm was free?

Attempting to catch his breath, Fitzgerald spat, "You do realize that this isn't a way to treat someone like myself? What lesson do I need to learn? I've already learned enough, damn it." Then he saw the fist, raising itself and most likely going to fall in the next few seconds, and closed his eyes - bracing himself for what was to come.

Zverya Rifzter moving-accounts-26

Baring her sharp teeth in a snarl, the Nightmare stalked through the shadows around, slowly making her way behind Fitzgerald, the tapping of her talons against the ground the only warning before her shadow was cast over the man she towered over.

"I heard you're not the nicest of people" she spoke, a low grumbling lacing her voice, slit pupils fixed on the other as a predator would stare down at their prey. "I heard you stomp on people's feelings just because it makes you feel good. What is it like? Being so, so miserable that you have to cast that misery unto others?

Fucking jerk. I despise people like you" she growled, grabbing Fitzgerald's arms and lifting him up until their face was at the same level, since the Nightmare was unusually tall. Her claws lightly dug on his skin.

"I believe it's time...someone taught you a lesson." She smirked, letting go of his right arm, only to rear her arm back slowly with a closed fist.

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Vapor

Ale took her attention away from whatever she was doing, when she heard the man approach her and begin his taunting.

A human, calling her pathetic? It was hard for the monster to take the threats of one seriously, considering how all her life, she was raised to see them as prey and nothing more than that. She smiled as he spoke down to her, even giggled.

Then, the giggle broke out into loud cackling.

She couldn't see him as a threat at all, in part due to him being a human, and in part due to her general disregard to others. He didn't seem dangerous to her, his words did little to amuse the nightmare.

"You! Want to pick on me?!" She blurted out between her laughing as if she had just been told a joke. "Hahahah! I'm sorry, that is hilarious!" She took on some seconds to calm herself, and crossed her arms, now only smiling at the other.

"Alright, give me your best shot." She told with a snicker, though her laughter had died down, it was clear she wasn't taking him seriously at all. "Fair warning, though- you look very, very tasty, and i'm hungry" Licking her lips and letting her fangs show, she braced herself for a fight, tail wagging in amusement.

Noel Alkaev Vapor

To put it very, very bluntly, Noel hated Ale. He didn't see the intelligence in her, but solely her impulsive aggression, which reminded him too much of himself, and of fellow men. His eyes trailed over her, from her pale skin to her taloned feet, and he studied her with a scowl.

"You're pathetic." he said to her, "Fighting won't win you any peace, you little sadist. It won't win you any love."

Hard to believe he was calling her out on this, when... well, look at him.

The old man gripped his sword, adjusting it in his uninjured hand. He stared her down, now with a sneer.

"If I win this," he said, "I only want you to never show your face around me again."

Smithson (Human) kafkaesque

Even considering the fact that the other party was older and therefore likely to be less... Dexterous or able-bodied than expected, Smithson was still being a total fool by even picking a fight with this fellow. Smithson, for one thing, was a total stick; at least the other party looked like he had some strength underneath that tattered cloak. He, however, had petty reasons on his mind - as per usual.

The other party had insulted him, as well as his wife (the latter occurring multiple times, much to Smithson's irritation), and the middle-aged aristocrat thus thought it fit to make things right. Yes, this time everything would go just fine. Unlike with his father. Or with his caretaker. Or his son... Okay, so the list of disasters may have been long, Smithson thought with a scowl as he looked over at the other party with a clenched fist, but I can at least settle this one for good. Then I can focus on everything else... Hopefully.

Don't let the desperation become too obvious, sir.

"It'd be a bit foolish of me to try engaging in hand-to-hand combat with you, if I'm going to be honest," Smithson told the other man with a shrug. His attempts to remain calm were pitiful as each word sounded like it was being spat out by a pissed cat. Waving a hand aside, he continued, "But remember the time you brought up the chandelier? Saying that I was a bit too... Rough with it? Using it to beat people up and the like..." He trailed off, his momentum suddenly dissipating. Smithson looked down at his hands.

At this point, trying to punch a man who was much, much more muscular than he was sounded not too undesirable.

Nevertheless, the aristocrat mustered as hiss as he continued, "I could use that against you right now. For both slighting my own honor and that of my wife. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you insulted the honor of my son as well, though you may lack the awareness to realize it. Think of it as a duel, not just a petty attempt to exact vengeance, however." He scoffed and brushed dust off his clothes; his eyes trailed off to the ground, and he managed to extract a red-and-white capsule from his pocket. "I'm not going to sink down to your level without giving you a chance to explain yourself first, and make things right from however you may define it," he stated despite not exactly meaning it, "though... I still have to exact the terms. If they're not to my liking... Then I'll show you why the rumors are around in the first place. So... How about it, sir?"

Knowing Smithson, he was inevitably going to release that weird ghost lamp thing, huh? Fighting time commence.

FINALLY. SOMEONE BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF SMITHSON LIKE HE DESERVES. thank you pickle for doing this to him. here's a follow-up....

Smithson's lack of reaction was, to be brutally honest, a farce. He was used to keeping up that impression during parties, during tragedies, during... Everyday life. It was more of a survival tactic than anything else, though it wasn't innate by any means; his father had drilled it into his mind from a young age, harshly dictating, "You must remain as rational as you can during any situation, son. You can never betray anything of yourself to other people, for that shows irrationality. Why not practice?"

Then he'd drag him around verbally until the boy came close to crying, and when that happened, Johnson would take something away from him - usually a toy, sometimes food or some other amenity. That only deepened his pain, of course, but because Smithson was so eager to get it back that he'd do anything... Even if it meant putting a mask on his face much of the time.

Getting lifted up by the fucking coat collar wasn't one of those times.

"I'm not even that old," the man hissed out to the mafioso with gritted teeth, "so you better take those words back, sir, and put me down. Now." Even then, he squirmed like a worm in the other party's grasp and it was pitiful. His breathing became more frantic, more urgent as the other party continued to speak, and he could feel his legs slowly filling up with blood as he dangled there. It was a woozy feeling, and it made him start kicking and flailing in an attempt to free himself. Not that it helped with anything, but whatever.

Is this how I'm going to die!? he thought with a sudden fear rising in his eyes, I'm going to get beat up by some man who thinks that I'm a grandpa!? Several decades older than whom I really am!? He continued to flail, but this time it was more like a dying fish. The lack of strength surely made that grandfather description accurate as he stilled, his muscles aching as he finally faced the other party with resignation. The fear was still there, of course, but now it was replaced by acceptance for what was to come - given that escape was futile. Johnson would be pissed at this.

However, before he braced himself for the inevitable, Smithson did manage to say, "Oh, and by the way... These aren't dentures. These are real teeth. So if you cause some damage, you can be held liable for it, you know!"

Nobutaka Deguichi PicklePantry

Taka tilted his head lightly while looking down at Smithson. Geez, this guy didn't react at all, did he? Besides a grumpy look. He looked like one of those bigwigs that went into his restaurants and scoffed at the design of the chandeliers. Taka felt his eyebrow twitch. Just thinking about it was getting him peeved, and the fact that this guy was still not reacting was making things worse!
The mob boss grabbed a fistful of Smithson's shirt and yanked him up in the air. "Ya got a snooty air 'bout ya, Gramps, and I ain't likin' it," he seethed. "Bet you're the type ta only order hot food too, huh? Probably for some dumbass dentures ya got. Ain't ever gonna have a sandwich. Disgusting." He tightened his grip and gave him a shark smile. "Lucky for ya, Gramps, I'm in a good mood! So I'll just break them dentures of yours today."
To be fair, Taka was temperamental. Everything made him angry, and everything made him want to fight. Just giving him a weird look could set him off, even breathing the same air as him! Smithson, unfortunately, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

FS;KAJS;DLFKJ MARIBELLE

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Maribelle Burnett Vapor

Did Maribelle hear that right? Was someone threatening that asshole who dragged her bowling? And that someone wasn't her? Oh no, we can't have that, can we? The girl, sitting at a table not too far away from the scene, perked her head up and stared in the direction of Acedajin as the older girl unsheathed her dagger, already setting off alarms in the head of the other. Maribelle glared at Acedajin for a whole second, before popping up from her chair and then bolting over. Oh boy! Angry teenage girls!

"Hey!" she snapped, "Hey! Fuck you!"

She came to a halt uncomfortably close to Acedajin, and then thrust her hands outward in an attempt to shove the older girl in the side. She huffed, and then crossed her arms. "You don't get to do that! Who cares if he's doing illegal stuff? People do illegal stuff all the time!" she exclaimed, "If you wanna fight him, you're gonna have to fight me, too! And I'll break your stupid ass! Or, I should arrest you for hogging all the fucking lemonade in this place! Or just for being such a snob! I'm a noble, and yet-- yet, I'm not--"

She stammered for a moment, overtaken by unbridled rage. She waved her hands frantically. She was still a child, of course, but... a very overgrown one, standing nearly a foot over the Kataran woman. And, speaking of a foot, she stomped her boot on the floor.

"You can just try to arrest me, too!" she shouted, "You're such an idiot! Just stop breathing our air and go away! I'll make you regret it if you don't! I'll pour all that fucking lemonade on you when I'm done!"

karaoke dance party follow-up post

Oh, God, right, her height was a thing. Maribelle's cheeks flushed red as Kat barked those words to her, such unfortunate words, as the younger girl found herself wringing her hands and hunching over as though to hide just how fucking massive she was. The worst part of all this? Maribelle was a teenager. She probably wasn't done growing.

"It's not my fault you're short." she told Kat, glaring down at the woman, "Go tell that to your parents. Your parents just weren't big enough. That's their fault, and your fault for not eating right. My uncle told me that's why I'm tall. It's because I don't eat stupid shit." That's a total lie, actually. Maribelle had a horrendous diet. And, besides-- no need to be a dick, kid.

What Maribelle wasn't expecting, though, was to be challenged to something that wasn't a physical fight, though again, that wouldn't be fair for the two of them. She blinked in surprise when the battle presented to her... revolved around karaoke, which she was unfamiliar with, and that was enough to send her into a fit of bewilderment. A fit of terror. Her eyebrows furrowed, her face scrunched up. She didn't look happy. When was she ever happy?

"Why don't you just cut off my feet, instead?" she hissed, "Bet that'd be more fun than playing your stupid games!"

It was actually a good thing that she had no clue what karaoke was, for then, to save herself the humiliation, she would have to run away. But, she didn't, and Kat was free to beat her up.

This wasn't going to end well for either of their eardrums.

Mitch &/or Kat (Kat) reinapepiada

"You have

absolutely

no BUSINESS

being SO TALL!"

Kat is fuming, the girl's like 15 and so fucking tall?! WHAT?! A ghostly wail might have escaped here and there in her shock, she thought Maribelle was at LEAST her age! Again: WHAT?

Honestly other than that they might get along. Maribelle sounds very asocial and damaged and- well, Kat had a weird life and is suffering a lot now- she couldn't imagine the pain Maribelle has gone through, but at least she can feel sympathetic about it. Yeah, she's the type of person Kat would befriend on an occult forum for sure. Even if she doesn't like dogs (weird) and children (also weird, but they're so mean if they want to) and honestly spelunking sounds so cool? Kat would've loved to do any of the things Maribelle likes to do that isn't reading (because she has done plenty of reading).

So the girl is basically fine.

But she has no business being so tall.

Ok, Kat isn't going to physically fight her, because it wouldn't be fair for either of them, instead she comes up with a game; "I can't fix your height, but maybe I can claim superiority still- And don't get me wrong, this is going to hurt me as much as it's going to hurt you but I challenge you to a..." she points at her, nothing to lose. "... KARAOKE DUEL!"

In the end, either of them might have a good enough reason to just scream lyrics at the microphone.

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Konae Pinkapop

(I'm sorry but I had to-)
A grunting and growling sound suddenly were made behind Eddy. What is this, an another shy-guy four eyes? Well he look pretty upset. Of course, he can't stand someome insulting a person with potential. Especially a really nice person, too.

"Stop it...leave him alone..." The white wolf looked at Eddy with wrath. He then reached into his satchet "I don't want to do it the hard way, but I just hate someone like you picking on people who had nothing to do with your life." Alpha huffed, he pulled out a bottle of cool water he just bought on the way and a black mask resembling that of canine face.

"CEASE!" The white canine splashing the water in the bottle on Eddy, causing him to be soaked with icy cold water. Alpha then took off his glasses and put on the mask instead. "I'm sorry....it told me to do so. It will hurt...only for a bit..." Some goop subtences starting to drip down from the mask, this is going to be a real mess...

Brown (Human) kafkaesque

With a laugh, Brown jabbed a finger at the canine before hissing, "You! You really think you have it all, huh? A loving family, a stable career?" Her voice wavered slightly - albeit just for a moment before she gave him the same hateful look as before. "Stability is what makes you weak, darling. I hope you realize that. Sooner or later, life will collapse in on you, and you'd be so acclimated to having everything being served to you that you might as well sink to the level of literal sewer rats!"

Real ironic, considering who was speaking.

Brown, however, didn't seem to give a shit as per usual as she gnashed her teeth at the canine and was oh-so tempted to pluck him off the ground like a doll. Their potential height difference didn't matter here, just the fact that this confrontation would likely be a wolf-versus-wolf situation. This will be fine! This won't turn violent whatsoever! Brown, however, was already trying to restrain herself as she dug her nails into her blouse, feeling the fabric wrinkle from all that pressure. It was almost cathartic, but not enough to calm her down.

"How about," she mumbled with the faintest twitch of a smile, "I give you something to fret over? You know how they call me a wolf, a killer..." She giggled ominously while covering her mouth with her hand. "... Of course, I'd never lend even a bitch with such a cruel fate. It would make the game too boring. On the other hand..." She threw a hand aside as she now punched into an open palm, as if she was simulating what she'd do to the other party. "... I can always teach a lesson. That's what legends are for, right?"

Now, she stepped forward, grin locked onto her face as she eyed the canine for any sign of a reaction. Of course the woman was bluffing the entire time! The real reason why she was choosing to inflict violence upon the hapless fellow - that he had found out about her involvement in her husband's death and actually understood the pathology behind it to some degree - wasn't in her mind at the moment, not when there was so much adrenaline that if she was given the option to fight or flight, it was definitely obvious which choice she was going to settle with. Besides, that was the only revelation she'd rather have in this entire interaction.

The matter behind her husband's death better remain a mystery. Or else.

"Any famous last words, dear?" she cooed tauntingly, "At least to start this fight off on an interesting note? I know I always want some trash talk when I feel particularly aggressive..." And Brown was being aggressive at this very moment as she tensed her muscles and prepared to pounce. "... It makes throwing one to the dogs so, so much more tolerable, you know..."

OH SHIT. OH FUCK. A DOUBLE FOLLOW-UP. (sort of? either way, I am here for this continuity..... :)c)

"Mortal?" Brown jeered while facing the demon, parasol delicately propped over her shoulder, "I think you would be damn wrong in that aspect, bitch." She took a step forward before closing it and pointing it in the other party's face. "I am no mortal, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. I don't need some fucking powers to show off my worth. I already have my name imprinted for all to remember even after I die, and unlike an immortal, I didn't need to do anything to get that reputation." A grin appeared on her face - a wide, almost toothy one. "It just happened, miss. It's not cruel if it was natural. Just as how natural it is to take advantage of those who show signs of weakness."

And to some degree, she was actually right when she claimed that her reputation just... Sprung out of nowhere! If her parents didn't have the wonderful idea of marrying her off to Skinner, she wouldn't even be dealing with this type of person right now, because she wouldn't even be considered a murderer! Brown would remain obscure forever, and there'd never be an opportunity to become as cruel and jaded as she was. Maybe, if things had turned out differently, she'd be less cynical and a little nicer, and she wouldn't look at everyone with such a wary eye that the enemy was indeed closer than the friend.

The woman gave the other party a quick flutter of her eyes while scanning her. It was indeed true that - given their height difference - this was going to be a losing battle, even if it was just hand-to-hand combat and no extraneous powers were considered. Then again, though, Brown didn't expect the brawl to be that fair in the first place. While she wasn't one to trust (or even believe in) demons, she was also a bit of a sneaky bitch, and her hand started to snake over to her pocket so that she could pull out a capsule and better defend herself that way.

Besides, it was one thing to insult her directly... But an another one entirely to insult her precious team of animals.

Brown was just about to open the capsule she held in her free hand when she heard an oddly familiar voice ringing from a distance. Oh. Oh shit. The woman placed the capsule back into her pocket before slinging the parasol over her shoulder like a baseball bat. Do I really need to fight off two people right now?

"At least you would be easier to beat in terms of breaking your damn nose," the aristocrat dryly commented to the soldier, hands tightly clenched around the dainty little umbrella. What nice words to be saying to an ally! Even then, she took a step back - probably because it was easier to look like a defenseless middle-aged woman if she didn't look armed or that menacing. Her words, however, continued to undermine that impression as she growled further, "How about both of you leave me alone, huh? You can fight each other to the death, but... Leave me out of this, except as a spectator, hm?" She laughed daintily before opening her parasol and hanging it over her face. "Besides, the demon is correct in at least one aspect of her nonsense. There would be no honor in decimating me. I am just a... 'Mere mortal' after all," Brown cooed while glancing over at the nine-foot-tall entity.

"Just a little woman. Both literally and perhaps figuratively in your eyes," she teased acridly before looking at both parties - to make sure that she knew that she wasn't trying to aim this at anyone in particular, "Don't worry. You're both wrong in that regard. But if you wish to be so stubborn, I won't stop either of you from going in that direction." Her grin by now had shrank into a tight-lipped smile, but that was likely more ominous than any teeth she may have shown before.

"Besides, it is so much more entertaining to watch you two brawl over such a petty, ultimately unworthy belief."

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Rylex Marclyn

Aestrum kafkaesque (A CONTINUATION!!)

"AYE!" A loud voice can be heard from a distance. "Get yo paws off Mrs Brown! You best not lay one of dem ghouly hands on my gurl!" As Rylex holds an assault rifle to Peony, making his way closer to them. The soldier knew he would stand NO chance of fighting this beast. But he was ready to DEFEND HIS GAL!!! He is willing to fight a losing battle! Call it courage, call it stupidity. Whatever it is, he was definitely showing heart.

Rylex got close enough to stand in between Peony and Brown, shielding the aristocrat from the demon. Guns aimed at Peony. "You best get the stepp'n. Or Imma lay some fireworks up in dis joint!"

"Aye!" Rylex calls out to him. "Why you gotta be so high up! Why won't chu come down hea and face me like a man!" Unaware of the raw powers Rane has. "I ain't scared of you shawty. Cuz Rylex will teach you how to fight like a man!" As he drops his weapons and readies for a hand to hand fight!