Tell The OC Below A Secret!

(I'm not sure if I have to censor or not because of parasite things, but here it is anyways)

The parasitic spider was in a glass container, he seem to be distressed. Just what did he do to be ended up there? Did he tried to escape but the scientists caught him? Either way, he was stuck in this glass container all alone. Until someone passing by, he quickly skittered to the frunt and yelled out "Hey! Wait up!!" The tone expressed clear worry. He tried to get their attention as much as possible. "Hey, hey, can you get me out of here? I swear I won't do it again" he cried out pleads, then he got an idea "O-oh yeah! I heard from the elder, something more valuable than money is the tale to tell, and I also heard money worth a lot so...I will tell you something" Boi cleared his throat, hoping that this was worth it. "Okay so...uh...first of all I may look like a tick, but I am based on a spider. And that being said, I supposed to have wings to fly and get things from the high! But apparently people protest about it. I mean, flying spider sounds cool, right?" He chuckled awkwardly. Thinking to himself that please let this work.

Nathaniel stared. Furiously Nathaniel started to rub his ears but, nope, his ears weren't deceiving him. That tick was really talking. Nathaniel knelt down beside the glass container and ticked it with his finger. "I don't care if you were supposed to grow a snout and a set of horns. Tick, " he mumbled. "I can't believe I'm doing this, " Nathaniel said before lifting the cage's door a tiny, tiny bit. "Listen, pall, if you try anything funny I squash you. Now, go on, be a free louse. And maybe you can return the favor someday, " he was really trying to get a deal with a parasitical spider. Ok. 

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"Mm, " Nathaniel said. Biting the end of his pipe with his sharp teeth and so leaving dents and scratches on the wood. "I rarely tell secrets for free. It's not good for the business being loud-mouthed and uncareful, " he said. Nathaniel eyed you with a lazy smile and his sharp fangs exposed. "But I can make an exception for you, " Nathaniel's gaze felt back on the tin can of tobacco in between his fingers. "They say there is going to be a transport of some classic paintings into the city. Landscapes and portraits. I'm talking about the expensive type of art." Nathaniel lifted the lid of his tobacco can. "And even if you're the riches of the rich, or not in the art business at all this should ruffle some feathers. As the paintings...Well..They are fakes. Every single one of them. Copies, " Nathaniel barked out a laughter. "Oh and they are going to sell them, to collectors and rich folk. Maybe even museums. It's going to be a complete chaos, can you imagine?" He said with a big grin on his face as he stuffed his pipe work the tobacco. "It's going to be the talk of the year, " Nathaniel assured you while lighting up his pipe. 

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Nath when he figured out nobody was going to buy those frauds and thus had no rich tit to laugh at

Noel was supremely jealous of whoever the recipient of that hair tonic was, considering his own shaggy mane of black hair was... no longer looking its best. Twenty years ago, it did, but age and stress sure weighed him down. At least he wasn't bald, right? He stared at the bottle, and then back at I'sen, taking the moment to ogle his golden locks. He tried not to feel too envious. Noel chose to look like utter garbage, after all.

His gaze flicked back to the vial presented to him. He plucked it from the table and took his sweet time to stare at it.

And, like any sane person, he opened the cap and then lifted the tonic to his nose, taking a whiff and then grimacing. Why did he think that was a good idea? But, at least now his curiosity had been further piqued.

"I want to know what kind of shit you put in this." Too aggressive? Yes. Speaking aggressively was a known trait of his, something he couldn't lose whenever he decided to open his mouth. He might as well be a sailor. "It smells strange. Not bad, but strange. Don't think you put anything fucked up in it, right?" He looked up at I'sen again and pulled himself back with a gentle sigh.

But, like..." He fiddled with the bottle in his hand, thinking things over. "You said 'sample', didn't you? Would two work, perhaps?" Don't be greedy, old man. Just buy some nice shampoo and conditioner, and actually take a bath for once. Then again, he could also be hunting some for his not-daughter. "If it's as great as you're implying, surely it would be a great service to fork a bit of it over?"

here's your content warning for death talk wahoo

Spoilered for talk of wounds

The doctor had many secrets, ones he kept close to his person and others that were not found simply because people never asked the correct questions to get them. However, the stranger that came into his humble home did ask one of those questions, while they were taking a look at Archemede's bird, which was sat on a perch in the corner of the room. Something about the species of it, since it didn't quite look like a raven or crow, but a mixture of both. 

It's beak was the one to open when Archemede answered, "It doesn't have a species, it's not a bird. It's my homunculus. It allows me to speak through it since I was born mute. Also, it's a useful assistant during experiments."

That's..perhaps the most information anyone got about who the doctor was behind the mask. He didn't intend to give away anymore though, he didn't need people poking into his past. 

"Now, did you want to buy a potion, or did you need my help with something else?" He asked, changing subjects.

Xander had a bird himself. A blue dodo...named blou, Xander wasn't the best with names. He held the bird secured in his arm while she was staring at this...literal mouthpiece. Blou's feathers we're puffed and she showed the whites of her eyes several times, tossing her head to show the homunculus that she, in fact, had a beak, and she wasn't afraid to use it.

"Oh, " Xander said. He had held out his free hand, ready to let the strange bird, but now felt awkward and clumsy. He did however quickly petted the thing. Just to feel, you know. "Well, it's lovely, " he told the doctor with a bit of a forced smile. Xander's arm tightened a tiny bit to restrain Blou from attacking the strange thing. "I'm sorry to have bother you, good sir, with my endless curiosity,but..yes, let's talk about medicine." Man, this entire conversation felt heavy and awkward. "D..do you have some sleeping medicine? I have troubles falling a sleep at night."

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Xander frowned with the horse comb still in his hand. Biscuit, another amazingly named animal companion of the man... This time a big horse, stood calmly beside him. The horse seemed tl like getting his neck combed. Xander softly tipped his chin, clearly in thought. "Oh I don't remember when I got him, " Xander told you. "Im not sure if I can recall his breeder even. Though I do know their horses, like good old Biscuit here, where rather expensive, " he said. Petting the beast strong neck. "Oh, " Xander let out quick laughter. "Please don't tell anyone, its a bit of a secret but, I kinda..bargain for the price. Knocked it down a few coin. I still feel a bit guilty about it, " he said. While hassling was a very common thing in Drakenburg. Void, some people tried to even negotiate the price of bread from time to time. "But I do have to admit that it also made me feel sharp and strong. Like a businessman, " he added with a laugh.

"F33l bad f0r bart3ring?Thats bullshit." She stretched, obviously a little bored. "I w0uld hav3 mad3 th3 pric3 l0w3r, g3t th3 b3ast f0r as ch3ap as i c0uld. B3 a l0t nic3r if i c0uld. And i gu3ss y0u c0uld say it mad3 y0u f33l lik3 a buisn3ssman, alth0ugh im unfamiliar with th3 t3rm."

(Talks about murder, im on mobile so i cant black it out or put it under a spoiler, sorry)

Citrus sat down at a table, bags under her eyes. "0h, s0rry, hadn't s33n y0u th3r3." She looked up slightly. "Whats that l00k 0n y0ur fac3? Y0u l00k lik3 y0u had just c0mmit3d a murd3r 0r s0m3thing. And i sh0uld kn0w. I did 0nc3, by accid3nt 0f c0urs3, but it was still murd3r. Luckily, th3y th0ught it was s0m3 highbl00d trick, and i g0t away with it." She shrugged, taking a sip from her drink. It just smelled of sugar. "Fr3ak3d m3 0ut th0ugh, it was a fr3ak accid3nt, th3y w3r3 just c0ming t0wards m3, and i lash3d 0ut with'a pi3c3 0f br0k3n glass. Kill3d th3m alm0st instantly, p00r bastard." Citrus looked out the window, her voice trailing off.

"That's rough, man... Not that I really care though." she replied, completely uninterested. Hannah had no time for romance, even less to help others with their problems. She felt obliged to give some sort of response though, after having to listen to such a secret. "Listen. Love, hate... It's all just a chemical reaction. It's more rational than you think. What would my old man say... Just, I don't know, look inside yourself and you'll find the answer?"

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"I kinda feel bad about what I'm about to say, but looks like I have to. Sorry neighbour kid whose name I don't remember. I'm the one who took your cat and accidentally... "put him to sleep" while trying to cure him. Hope you'll never read this."

"Whaaat!? You've never had one!? That's so sad!" Marie exclaimed, one hand covering her mouth in an exaggerated gasp. "No boyfriend? No romance? Nothing at all? I can't believe you're still alive! 'Cause, 'cause...what's the point of living if you're not in love? I can't imagine a better reason to live than love~ It's okay though! I'm sure you'll get better! You'll find someone to love someday! ...you will, won't you?"

The somewhat maniac look in her eyes seemed to imply that, if Selene didn't find love herself, Marie would make sure it would happen one way or another.

spoilered text contains mentions of violence and death

"Hm, hm, what's a good secret to tell you, I wonder~" The girlish woman tilted her head from side to side as she thought, absentmindedly tapping her cheek with a finger as she did so. "People don't think I'm a licensed nurse. I'm not sure why. I look perfectly competent, don't I!? ...but loads of hospitals have banned me, so I guess that's not a secret, teehee~! Ah, what about the fresh halos Pumpkin gifted me!? Oopsies~ That's not a secret either~ I made sure to brag to everyone about that~! Oh, oh, I know, I know! Come here, come here~"

She beckoned you closer, small mouth curling into an angelic smile.

"Hey, hey," Marie's voice in your ear had suddenly lost all the sweetness it c carried before, "you were looking at Pumpkin earlier, weren't you? My Pumpkin. Why? Why? Why? He's mine. You can't have him. Take your vulgar eyes off of him. Keep your disgusting hands away from him. Or do you not want them anymore? I can make that happen. Your eyes are too pretty for you anyways. Your hands..." Her eyes flicker down to them as her nose crinkles in displeasure. "Well, I'm sure I'll find a use for them. I won't even kill you like the other dirty homewreckers if you sit still. Ah, that's a secret too. See? Aren't I nice? You get two secrets for the price of one. So stay away, okay? I'm a good girl. I don't kill unless I gotta. So don't make me kill you, okay?"

[will write a follow up if i have time]

"Listen, lady," Tecnik looked up at her, his nose crinkled. "I am in no way interested in "your pumpkin." I'm only here because i'm passing through to my next gig, and i sorta need my hands for that, thank you." He bared his teeth slightly, but was obviously worried. He stood up, backing away from her. "I-i don't want to cause any trouble, okay? Just let me on through, and everything will be a-okay."

Tecnik looked over at you, a slight smile on his face. "Why hello there! Have you come to see my show?" He tilted his head slightly. "N-no? Oh well, thats fine.  You're probably here for the highblood performances, anyway." He shrugged slightly, sitting next to you. He seemed nervous, sweat beaded along his forehead. "Sometimes i wonder why i even come here to perform. My supposed friends always told me that i wouldn't be very good, and i'll never be anything good. And i listened," Tecnik sat there quietly, taking a drink of a orange liquid that smelled of oranges. "But... maybe i'll get there someday, you know?" He held a hand out, a ticket in his hand. "Here, take this. I don't know what you could use it for, but i've sat here rambling for long enough. Maybe it'll get you something nice."

"Ah Oi've preformed for a long, donkey's years. Did ja know dat?" Roswell mused. Weighting the ticket he was just given in his hand.  "In circuses an' theaters, till oi hit rock bottem." Roswell said. Squeezing the paper ticket a bit between his fingers. " Dat didn't stop me though, oi preformed on de street ter scrap by.." Roswell snorted. "Well, after a while oi foun' talents in other things, what I'm trying to say sprung is, don't give up yet." He showed Tecnik a quick smile. "Highblood only get's you dat far, believe me oi know. "Jist preform sprog, git better, preform sum more. Nobody is born wi' talent, yer 'av ter earn it."
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"Oi 'av eyes an' ears in de city, everywhere," Roswell said. He was walking aside with you, leaning a bit too much in your direction. You can smell his old parfum, the lard in his mustache and well..hints of sweat. Unfortunately. "So whaat oi'm gonna tell yer is pure valuable. And pure true, yer better pay close attenshun chap," Roswell continued in a softer almost conspiratorial tone. "At the edge of the city, there is a house. An ol' lady lives there." Roswell told you. "A very auld rich lady. if yer blather aboyt religion wi' 'er, she gives yer food. Warm meals. 'tis de place for street people and the place if you want to meet some people, incognito." 

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Ros face: >:^( I can't believe we can't even get some mcdonalds on our way over, so rude