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

More continuation here!! The best I can, anyway..

He sighs, standing afar on either a building or tall surface. His arms are folded over his chest and his eyes are downcast at the mess of a trio. What seemed to be a verbal spat had turned slightly more alarming, given there were now weapons. As much as he would prefer to stay out of it, mind his business and not look to the strange woman with horns; he was a hero, and a hero protected everyone who needed it. Especially from individuals like Rylex. Yeah. He knew him. He'd seen him a few times before. Always chasing after women, getting in their faces, making annoying remarks. Now look at him? Impulsively hitting the gas pedal of whipping his guns out.

"Hey. Blockhead." He vocalizes himself, then jerks his chin somewhat to the side as a signal. "Drop the guns. This situation isn't yours to handle." 

And if he didn't oblige? Maybe a few pops in his big face would help. 

(bumpy) 

"hey! what do you think YOU'RE doing?" kitty stormed towards the -surprisingly- similar heighted man. the sound of her heels, comically loud. kitty extends her arm and points an accusing finger towards his chest "what kind of game do you think this is?" kitty huffs and gestures towards her outfit. she returns her gaze back to the man and dramatically throws her arms up "stealing MY color palette? who do you think you are???" pathetically, she wacks rane with her feather boa in an attempt to instigate some sort of a fight. 

Tai gasped dramatically, rushing towards Korona and whining.

"You hate animals?" He gasped, "That's terrible! But what about kitties or puppies or--- OR PENGUINS?"

Oh Taidimono...oh darling. Relax.

Stomping his foot angrily in a false attempt at a fight, he went for a verbal "beat up" that mostly consisted of calling her a mean, cruel person for hating fluffy animals. How dare she dislike them? Animals are super cool and important!!

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(Rip Tai...died of the disease of not understanding danger)

Taidimono huffed a bit, rubbing at the section of his forehead that was prodded. A threat...pfth.. like he was threatened by a human. ...So much for Kiushhu always stating to be weary of your opponent. That advice always went out the window for the lazy hero.

Puffing his own chest out a little, Tai let loose a small raspberry directed at the former boss, snickering a bit afterwords. Charming.

"You don't frighten me," he chirped back, "I have a literal goddess on my side, as well as another uberhero and my own strengths. Touch me and you'd anger her and them both!"

Ah yes, wise. Threaten someone with a deity whom wouldn't want to hurt a fly. Tai...why?

Johnson, unsurprisingly, was an asshole. What also wasn't surprising was that he liked it when he was listened to, because he insisted that it was the most rational approach for everyone involved. Sure, old man. Keep thinking those selfish demands were genuine, when more often than not, they were thinly veiled excuses to be an asshole.

He sniffed at the uberhero before stooping down to meet his level, then giving him a harsh poke in the forehead. Ouch.

"I told you to clean up the room, when you worked for me back then," the aristocrat drawled while giving the other party a glare, "yet all you did was lay around for a bit, then... What? Try leaving the place before your tenure is up? Do you even know whom you're dealing with?" He paused for a moment to brush some dust off his cloak, before puffing said garment out so that he looked more majestic than he really was. (Try thinking of a scrawny goose trying to make itself look like a peacock by puffing its feathers out.)

With a contemptuous snort, he stood up, before rubbing his hands together and hissing, "I know you may be a little surprised by the fact that I'm an aristocrat, as well as the fact that I..." Pausing for dramatic effect, he coughed into his sleeve before shaking his head and scowling at his former employee. "... I can do a lot of damage. Not only am I taller than you, but... I also have a few tricks up my sleeve, tricks that I doubt you or your little dagger can really anticipate." Yea, that was going to be pretty humiliating. A stick beating up a respected member of their tribe... That was a little low, wasn't it?

Even Johnson was aware for a split second as he bit down on his lip and looked off to the side. He'd never beat up a servant, not even on a bad day; sure, he'd bark at them and fling insults at them like his life depended on it, but... At the end of the day, he was pretty much all bark, no bite. The uberhero, in a way, sort of registered as a servant, so...

"Next time, you get a better work ethic, yes?" he hissed as he drew out a capsule from his pocket, though he was careful to conceal it from the other party's view, "It'll be so much better for everyone involved in the long run, trust me... But that asides, this... This just might be a test, for now, at least." Oh. So much for having a strict "no beating up servants" policy then! Guess history was going to be made, but in the absolutely worst way possible.

pickle I'm going to scream thank you for your necromancy....

here's a follow-up. Johnson gets a little more scared of his pickaxe-wielding friend now! potential cw for imagined gore and violence. u_u

"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. :)"
CLANK! CLANK!
His hands, unfortunately, were full, so all he could do was tap the head of his large pick-axe against the ground. He continued to do so as he plodded towards Johnson. Judging by the situation, it had to be a time after meeting each other, but before he came with a bowl of soup in hand.
"There are so many people beating each other up, Johnson. :) Did you know that? I knew that. :) And I think it's sad. Sad, sad, sad. :) They'll beat each other up for the smallest reasons! Sometimes for NO reason! :) Isn't that crazy? I think that's crazy. Crazy, crazy. :)" He stopped. With a mighty swing the pick-axe fired dirt in Johnson's direction before resting against Smiley's shoulder. "I would never beat you up, though. No, no. :) Because I'm not crazy, and I'm not sad. :) I'm happy. :) Very happy. :) But you, you still aren't smiling, are you? That won't do at all, will it? :)" He took a couple steps forward. "Say, why don't we do some painting? :) I love to paint, and I love painting with friends. :) They always cheer up after some painting, too. :) I'd love to do that with you, because that frown is so, so sad. :)"

  The smell hit her before anything else. At the scent of blood, she whipped around, hand already half-way to her blade. She had not expected to see a man standing so far from her. Reine growled- a genuine, and definite inhuman sound in her throat. This man reeked of enough blood to make her think she had stepped on a battlefield. There was no doubt in her mind that even a normal human would be able to smell it. 

  "You- monster-" Reine spat, "I won't let you anywhere near the children. You... slaughtered someone. Multiple. Even if they were criminals, they should not be bled out like that." 

  In the moment of her anger, the temperature around them plummeted into an icy low. She would have no reservations using her ice if she had to with this one. She could not even see blood on him anymore. Even if it had been apparently cleaned, there was nothing he could do to get that permanent smell out. What a wretched, wretched thing. 

Why weren't you at elf practice.

..Which was probably what Flavio was thinking as he hovered over Reine, who had likely just woken up to find her hideout invading by the nobleman. He glared down at her through the space of his visored helmet, his hand easy atop the pommel of his sword. He couldn't believe this. He wasn't entirely sure how she was able to cram herself beneath the altar, but he didn't worry too much about this. He fretted more about her shirking her duties. Especially while she stayed in Vieillemont.

The man didn't hesitate to reach down and grab her by the arm, yanking her out from under the table, though he refused to let his bewilderment be known in comparison to his annoyance. And he was very annoyed. It wasn't difficult to irritate him, as he was a naturally tetchy, solemn man, so what Reine did today was nothing special, but also... perhaps unfortunate, as he had to swallow back more scathing comments, something about her defiling the damned place. He scowled, his voice was low and rough.

"You will sleep in the barracks like everyone else." he said, "Nor will you avoid the work I've given you. There is a schedule for a reason!" The last sentence was said exasperatedly as he let go of her. "The stables must be cleaned, the laundrymaids need help collecting all of the dirty sheets, and the bottom kitchen needs to be swept..." He trailed off before he could continue listing off all of the work that needed to be done. Had she gotten the memo?

"If you can't do any of this, it will mean trouble for you." he said, "Sleep and eat all of your free hours like everyone else, and you wouldn't need to rest!"

flavio gets his ass kicked . png

Wraith walked the streets clutching his side, he had just finished taking care of a target that needed to be put down, however he had got a nasty wound to the side of his waist in the process. He was furious, it had only been a single slice in the side, but the location made every type of movement painful. Not to mention that he had to take the main streets since he couldn't climb or do much of anything to get back home through the backstreets because of this inconvenience. Several people had already carelessly bumped into his injured side causing wave after wave of searing pain shoot up his body. I swear the next person who bumps into me- His thoughts were interrupted when someone did just that, this time the pain was enough to make him nearly drop to his knees in pain. His jaw clenched and his one seeing eye burning in anger, he spun in the direction of the person, ignoring the tearing sensation he felt in his side. "Hey! Watch where your going!" He snarled angrily. In his blind fit of anger he hadn't noticed that at the end of his sentence he transformed into his panther form. He was now snarling and growling angrily at the person who dared to bump into him.

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Oooohh interesting :D

Follow Up:

Speaking of targets that needed to be put down, it seems that Iulius has stumbled upon one by pure chance. Whether this is great or awful luck, he's not sure yet. One thing he is sure of, however, is when he stares at the pitiful creature in front of him, he knows it must be eradicated. He heard the hissed out words, followed by an ungodly transformation from one form to another. As he witnessed it, his eyes widened, and his resolve was set firm. "What a crude-looking beast." He starts. "Such a wicked thing, a man who can change form? No, you're not a man at all, are you?" He adjusts his stance, to look more composed, more threatening. "And you've got a temper on you as well. What sort of havoc could you unleash on the poor people around here should I let you be? How many lives could you take?" 

A staff of some sort of strange arcane design materializes in his hand, and he takes a step towards the panther. "You will have to be put to rest, for the sake of the humans living here. Now, pray, and prepare to repent."

Maybe Walker had seen the angel once in her lifetime, before? Though it was more of an indirect encounter than anything else. She had heard whispers of the seraph meeting her son, the only reason why her interest was piqued in the first place. She had - almost literally - traversed every corner of the known world just to find him, and now that she was confronting the fallen angel...

"This conversation... It is not going out as planned," grunted the aristocrat with a grimace as she looked off to the side. Her hand was tightly clenched into a fist, though her fingers were quick to extend themselves just a moment later... Only for the clenching to be repeated within the same time interval. "You met my son, I know it. I need to know where he is. Please. I am... His mother, after all..." Her voice almost choked up, but for now, her stoic facade was tightly in place.

For now. It might come loose later, of course, but that was later.

This was now.

Walker wrung her hands together before continuing with a drawl, "Besides... I know that you are... Not as good as what you seem." Woah there, projection much? "... You had to fall for a reason, right? Otherwise, you... You would have a better reason to meet my son... Or something along those lines..." She rubbed her temples for a moment, a slight ache coming into that part of her head as she spoke. Her mother had told her, ever so gently, that angels didn't exist - and neither did demons. Why? They weren't rational, she claimed with a titter as she ran her fingers through Walker's hair - though Walker was just a girl at the time...

Almost like a reflex, Walker wrenched herself from this imagined grip before looking up at the other party with hunched shoulders. Her hand now drifted towards her pocket, but... In all honesty, she didn't want to really do this. Unless...?

"You... You better listen to me," she insisted with a stammer, waving a finger at the other, "Or... Or I might instill dire consequences onto you." Way to pretentiously say that she was going to beat him up for it, but... Honestly, Walker wasn't a real fighter, at least not physically. However, with her power and her creatures... Maybe she could have some leverage in her favor after all.

Walker, actually doing something good for once? surprising! too bad she's going to get her ass kicked for being altruistic-   

here's.... a follow-up.... cw for a cannibalism mention, but it's at the very end and not at all graphic. ^^

He stabs a slice of banana with his fork, leaning backwards in his seat. Boris isn't too far off from him, sitting at the other end of the enclosed cafe. Personally, he doesn't have a huge problem with the guy. Not only has he never seen him before, he looks as if he's minding his own business and not doing anything to anyone. Or rather, that's what he would look like he was doing if he wasn't actually playing a pretend game. Now Rush wasn't too sure on whether or not he was or wasn't. It was difficult to tell sometimes with who was really hiding their secondary personality and who was just nice. On occasion, one might easily think a kind person was hiding something sinister, when they were really just socially anxious. All the same, one might think a genuine person to be genuine, but the only honest thing about them might be their good acting. 

"He's kinda smug looking." His eyes cast a glance over to the individuals asking what he thinks of the other, small smile forming. "I'd say he's probably the kind of asshole who takes you out for dinner, then makes you pay for it. With that kind of smirk, he might make you pick the movie to watch for the night too. I'd throw hands if he took me to dinner and then made me decide on what film we'd be watching."

Otto felt like he was looking into a mirror, and he sure as shit didn't like that. He was convinced that he was a good man, if only led slightly astray from his political path. It took him several moments to begin speaking, as every time he thought it was the right time to, he paused again to study Rush skeptically. As always, The Nile is not only a river in Africa. It poured into his soul, it overwhelmed him, until finally he was cleansed of ever having to worry about himself. He was doing fine, he thought. Better than this young man, anyway.

"It's good to have a friend you can depend on." he commented, "You are that sort of friend, I suppose. I would assume people can appreciate you for such a thing... Do they? You deserve to be recognized for that sort of thing, recognized for all the work you put into your relationships." His voice tightened with the last remarks, the hands folded in his lap locking fingers together.

"Though, the way you go about these things is a bit strange, too, wouldn't you say? It's a shame, really, because otherwise you are a good young man..." There was a stream. "You could be something so amazing, you know, if not for..."

His breath rattled as he inhaled. He drummed his fingers anxiously on the side of his armchair, and he managed a small grin. The rest of his face didn't grin with him.

"You're a bit too obsessed." he muttered, "So obsessed, really, and it makes me fear you, in a way. I'll be honest here." Except, he wasn't entirely honest. It was much less horror that he experienced when he looked upon Rush, though he refused to speak or consider what it was.

"You should know that not all people take kindly to such things." Otto warned. He moved one of his hands away from the other and rubbed his neck as he stared the other down. They say if you maintain eye contact with a cat long enough, it will kick your ass. And he wanted an excuse to get into a baby slapfight with Rush. "I figure that you do, but it would be safer for you in the end. You don't want to suffer the consequences, especially as I am... I am the law."

Okay, freak.

i WILL write a follow-up post