What's One Line your OC would say? (Medium)

Stephox looked up at the Champion (both in terms of height and a slightly envious awe). Snapping out of it, "I have a friend who's a minotaur. You're..." She fell silent for a solid thirty seconds, studying him, clearly struggling very hard to come to some sort of decision. "... less scary than her. I think."

v Contradictorily taking a step back and squaring up, "I can poison it by spitting on it, too. By the transitive property, you oughta keep any part of you with pores roughly eleven feet away from me. Pervert."

"If I like rubbed you on a knife or something, not trying to cut you but just wondering -- would that poison the blade? I need that. Or, consider, I take you and squeeze you really hard. Would that juice the poison outta you like an orange or something? Can I try that?"

"Why, aren't you a resourceful one, old man!" She exclaims with a bark of harsh laughter, her bony face lit up with amusement; despite the intense nature of her job, Arkadia could definitely use more people like Pastel entertaining her between all those lackluster day-to-day encounters. "I can respect a savage individual – even moreso if he's acting in such a manner for a good cause. Though, I wouldn't mind pushing that righteousness of yours just a bit further... Perhaps a ranged weapon would be a more viable choice, don't you think?"

vvv "Ha, and they say this generation is beyond saving." The older woman lets out a small chuckle, her toothy grin quickly morphing into a rather content smile. "Feel free to treat yourself to my HQ's exhibition hall sometime, pumpkin. I've got quite the display for you to gawk at all you want."

⬆️“An exhibition hall huh? It’s been ages since I've got to see cool stuff in person!“ Her grin becoming more determined and excited as they continued to speak, it was obvious she didn’t get to talk about this kind of stuff much, it wasn’t something that commonly came up in conversation after all. “You can expect to see me there!” She said , giving a little salute, as if jokingly taking the request as more of an order. 

“Oh woah ! Your one of those kick ass military kind of people aren’t you?” She’d ask curiously , her expression accompanied by what could only be describe as a mischievous grin, one somebody has when their doing something they really shouldn’t. “That’s so cool! I loved learning about that stuff whenever it was brought up in school, especially all the weaponry and stuff, butt i mainly researched the weapon stuff myself!” she explained with a small chuckle.

^^Kaisk would click her mandibles, shaking her head and crossing her primary arms as she looked down at Evelyn. "I thought Fossil was brightly colored, but you're a completely different.. What is it the humans say? Completely different ball game? Well, kid, be careful out there, I've learned that the hard way." Kaisk gestured with her secondary arms to herself and Evelyn as she spoke, shifting her weight and narrowing her eyes as she spoke the last few words. "I think you'd get along quite well with my friend Fossil, she likes weapons too, but for me? Well, that's a whole story." She'd laugh fondly as she mentioned this Fossil person, like a parent talking about their child.

"I guess every assassin has their first, I hope it wasn't too messy, eh?" The bot would huff, as much as he had picked that career path seeing others possibly falling into it griped at him. "I uh, not sure if I can ask but .." If  he could swallow he would before continuing. "Are you planning on making that a full time thing or?" He genuinely wanted to know, he wasn't gonna try and steer her away from the path but he wouldn't encourage it either. It was odd, he felt odd about talking about it and he felt even more irked about someone else getting into the profession.

The two stand motionless for a few moments, studying the figure standing before them, studying it as a natural phenomenon, just as they would study a creek - no surprise, no curiosity of how it got there, just on what it is.

"How immoral it is, an apathetic assassin. It is one thing to be a relished assassin - reveling in it, indulging in murder as if there were no divine punishment, no God, no Justice, it's even to be expected, but, one who treats it, of course, selfishly, as a necessary evil.. No doubt he is abject." The horror quietly begins, seemingly to itself, before turning to the one beside it, expecting a response, but with no particular interest in what its companion will say - for, of course, it must say something, they're dialectic creatures. 

 "But, so particularly abject for it to be of note?", The second one returns, "On the grounds of immorality, is not the very concept of 'assassin' as a career immoral? The behavior of the assassin himself has little to do with it. The very worst assassins may indeed have the traits of the latter - indifference -, but, ah... I imagine consistency cannot exist on a case-by-case basis, hm? Punish all assassins equally - all as murderers, no such thing as a 'less immoral' assassin.."

The first one inevitably replies - "What you say may be true," - all attention directed towards the physical subject of their discussion had halted. -"but it is unreasonable to treat the two instances as the same, seeing how manifestly different they are. It reflects on the assassin's psyche, but, of course, if the end punishment is the same, perhaps it is all for nothing."

"How strange."
"Yes."
"And what of you?", both turning back towards the being that sparked this discussion, "Your input?"

"Every day I just give in. Anyways." Maribelle paused for a moment, thumbing through the tea bags she had dragged along to their meeting. "Maybe you would like white tea, blended with pomegranate, maybe apple, I don't know. Pomegranate-white or lady grey?"

"Many others animals interest me. Penguins are not so close to my favorite. Rather, katubomushi, puffins are my favorite birds--" She cut herself off as she noticed PAL'S hand extend towards her. Her immediate reaction was to swat at it.

"Do not."

"I know you like penguins but are there any other birds, animals even, that you favour?" Pal would ask as her tail flicked about, not in an agitated manner though it was admittedly hard to tell. "I mean they are round and ... 'cute', but no other animal catches your eye ..?" She tssked as she would lean down, poking the organic in front of her.

V She would immediately dart her eyes away from her fellow machine at the topic of therapy. She didn't know why she didn't like that word, her wife was a psychiatrist for god's sake. "Mm, I go occasionally." That was a partial lie but she and her wife did do some things together that were similar to that. "I'll .. look into getting more of it, I suppose." She mumbled. "I'm glad it's working out for you." 

She laughs. “I know this is so out there, but I feel, as one of your friends, you might benefit from a therapy session.” A smile breaks across his pixelated face, as he rubs his non-existent forehead. “I’ve been going back to therapy, and it’s been really helpful. Maybe it could have some benefits for you?”

"Curious little thing, you have fostered such colossal empathy within you, – seemingly against all odds." She glances at them with a hint of admiration, – an exceptionally rare occurrence, her face resembling that of a stern, condescending mother. "You are so keen on helping others, willing to revere even the most minuscule of their so-called "virtues". You are either holy or foolish enough, ready to lend even the most irredeemable being a hand in their time of need. I could never wrap my mind around the likes of you, little one."

v "It is most true." She lets out a sigh of contentment as she looks to the side, deliberately avoiding eye contact; Vicus reeks of inhuman, the air around her thick like clotting blood. Mariam relishes the familiar sensation of otherworldly presence. "We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss, yet the likes of you and I are to remain unstirred – of that I am sure." <- this bitch most likely dies in the end too LMAO

"I sense the something you long for has already been set in motion .." She began as her frame was hunched, yet not out of cowardice. Her hands would intertwine with one another as she tilted her head, observing Mariam as if she was some rare specimen, her gaze lingering just a bit too long with the same amount of silence before she'd finally stare up at her. "I can't say we strive for the same thing, but I hope we are both ready for when our goals come to completion." She offered a smile, not a kind one yet not necessarily an aggressive one either. Just a smile. "Whichever comes first."

(Vicus is catching a stray I'm so sorry

"I think you should give up." The devious smile of the sorceress seemed to almost rip at the sides of her painted lips. "I mean- speaking from someone who uses souls as FUEL! You cannot creat consciousness, not the true kind anyways. While I love your little and cute revolution, you neeeeeeeeeeeed humans." Her voice was like honied venom, sweet in tone but obviously filled with utter malice.

*She looks up at you, repeatedly twirling her dagger. Unbeknownst to you, she has bit sitting here the whole time, watching in the shadows.*

*sighs* "Humanoids. How stupid can they possibly be. You can always create a soul, it is just that humans are too much of weaklings magic wise to even attempt. Creatures, such as myself, with actual true connections to magic of the soul, can and have created a conscious being with the right ingredients and some soul fire to give it its essence. You just don't have the gift."