(IC) The OC above lied!

Sorry, this answer isn't as detailed as I had intended it to be ! Also if you decide you want to do a follow up, you don't have to answer this or any question directly ! I just came up with it on the spot

"My mother did what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. And like that Skinner was caught in a white lie as he spoke to another person. And in the grand scheme of things, one that didn't even matter, some trivial detail over what she had at a party they may have mutually attended. There was no way of knowing that she in fact didn't like onions and wouldn't at that, not unless you were really close to her. But there was very little people to get caught by that would be more embarrassing than the woman's son. 

The other person left before things could become...more awkward. Leaving the two together. Skinner started to explain, but half way through the younger man abruptly put a hand up. "It doesn't matter. That's not actually why I wanted to talk to you."

There was a short pause, mainly so that Etienne could take a sip of water. They may have been at a convention but that didn't he really got a lot of talking in. He had heard of Skinner as a trainer, and like many people by now, found his unique choice of pokemon to be interesting. 

"Your yanmega, how do you keep it from causing unnecessary extra damage when battling competitively? I don't see a lot of trainers with them, not with the shockwaves they produce."

For Etienne, the big easy lie about his true position is fine for forum game purposes, though canonly its a well guarded ! If you want a lie that's easier to catch, you can ask about his relationship with his mom. As nice as his position at SAXA is, its still probably strange to see anyone give up working with a famous and well funded scientist.

Or smaller lies like being happy to see you or eager to help or etc also work. He's not. He probably doesn't like you

     How strange. Ennette knew for a fact that she had never met someone like Etienne before-- she would have definitely recognized him!-- yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu. Was she being reminded of someone else...? No, no that couldn't be. This feeling was different...
     Nevertheless, she pushed the feeling away and smiled at him. "Mother's Day is coming soon," she started while mindlessly strumming her lyre. "You must have some big plans, right?" Usually people would always boast to her about everything planned, such as fancy dinners or even shopping sprees. They'd always be excited with a glint in their eyes, but Etienne didn't seem to share those characteristics. He was talking highly of his mother, yet his expression didn't seem to match. Ennette blinked, watching him carefully. He almost looked... sad?
     "... Well, whatever you have planned, I'm sure she'll love it," the princess beamed. She decided not to pursue the subject, thinking there was something heavier behind it. "If you want," she started shortly after, "I'll be performing at the stage in the city square on that day! I'll be doing it around lunchtime. Maybe you can come, maybe to take a break from everything and have a tasty meal?"

Ennette typically lies to save face, and usually when she's got plans for you (making you treats, getting you a gift, etc). She's terrible at lying, though.

(Well hello there, I hope this approach is okay as well! Sol just casually popping up somewhere. Everyday things.)

"Watching you attempt to lie may just have been the most painful thing I have experienced this century." Sol remarked, a friendly smile making his words sound less harsh and more sympathetic. They did sound way too dramatic to be serious anyway. "You like them, don't you?" he asked, as soon as said person was out of earshot. For a second he tried to remember if he had ever felt that way. Being so nervous around someone, so oddly excited. Probably, once, but that was too long ago to recall the exact feeling.
When he realized how strange this situation probably was he chuckled. "I apologize, I really did not mean to eavesdrop, I just happened to be near." Sol explained. Which was not a lie but only part of the truth. Ennette reminded him of someone he had met not too long ago, the light hair and her eye color were quite striking after all. So maybe he had just been a little bit curious, especially about her relatives.

"Nice to meet you though, dear." he added, smiling as usual. "Since I am already intruding - do you need any help with your surprise? I could just keep them away for a while so you don't have to try to lie again." 

Maybe a bit surprising but Sol actually does not lie a lot, he just tends to keep some details to himself. His most common lie is probably along the lines of "I am just an ordinary man", usually in a situation where it is quite obvious he is not.

Sol had a friendly smile on his face while the young woman was staring at him. At her comment he let out a chuckle. That was such a boring reaction... "Trust me, if I wanted you to believe something, you would. I'd love to see you try me, dear." Maybe that would have been something? Although she did not look like a fighter he did not want to underestimate her. Even if she underestimated his ability to lie to people - which he found rather funny.

"Do 'we' now?" He did not find himself that scary but maybe to a saint as frail as her he was. "Well, I wish you a pleasant evening as well - we will see about the latter, hm?" Sol said in a rather charming tone, leaving it up to her imagination if he was serious or not. But who really knew? Only time would tell.

"Whew, that's all?"

Pastel looked at Paladin curiously, though for a moment he looked a bit disappointed. When he at last sniffed out what she had been trying so desperately to conceal, he initially expected something more... well, reputation-ruining, in his opinion, but he supposed she wouldn't have felt the same way. On some level, even, he pitied her. Unwanted proposals weren't a new idea to him at all. Now and then, foreign lords would come to the base to fish for a wife, but...

..Well, Pastel decided not to think about that! Instead, he took initiative to then console Paladin, though speaking bluntly to her, "Ah, that's nothing new. Not that it should be happening, you know, but..." He trailed off and waved his hand. "Well, I'm always open to talking, if you want. Goodness knows I can't think of you in such a way -- I'm a man kisser."

Offering a moment of relief was the least he could do. He couldn't beat down gods or anything. Genetically modified or not, though unbeknownst to him, he was still human, and gods were so magical bullshit he had no interest in understanding or confronting.

"And here I was thinking you did some horrible crime." he scoffed, "Next time, be upfront with people. I promise half of us won't think negatively of you. At least back home, you know. Don't know about where you're from."

@ NP: Pastel is usually pretty honest -- more often than not he'd be lying to hide a nice surprise for your character! [Otherwise, you know like. those people who say they're fine but they're not really fine? That's him, too. </3 More about really petty complaints and moods]

"You aren't fine... I can tell, you clearly show signs of being distressed! Poor mortal you, stop saying such a façade!" the woman told , giving Pastel a pat on the head as a comforting gesture.

"Even Gods and Goddesses have their bad days... It's no good to hide such bad days! For human nature tells, the bad days will only grow worse if you do not let it out." Fu Shun continued, having a comforting sort of tone; a motherly demeanor so far.

"It's alright though mortal, you can tell me anything that troubles you. After all, I am the Archon- No, Goddess of Fortune and Prosperity!" 

And Fu Shun gives off a warm smile. Warm? Is it genuine? One can't tell...

.

For NP: Fu Shun can lie about a lot of stuff. Her past, who she really is. Heck she could even lure your character in with some lies and her looks and who knows? You decide what happens, it can either go good or bad!

VictoryDrawsManga the character you used in this game is sold/has no bio! Can you tell me which character I can react to? 😊
I've written something for Vapor's character Pastel for now. Just to kick this game back into gears. But I'll happily add a reply for one of your characters as well Victory! Just let me know 🙏.

@ Vapor

For Np:

Salvador's nose was red. His cheeks too. The thief's movements were unstable and he'd trouble standing straight. "No," Salvador said. In a breath smelling of alcohol. "I haven't drunk a single drop of whiskey."

Follow up

"Lies are unbecoming of you, Salvador." The councilwoman scolds lightly, though she doesn't seem particularly angry. Maybe if he'd actually gotten himself into serious trouble she'd be whistling a different tune, so to speak. But the way she sees it? He'd just had a little bit too much to drink, more than he was saying, to be certain. Though she had to admit, she wasn't necessarily a fan of being a babysitter to a drunk charge. Even if she's fond of the young man, she'd rather work with the young thief sober over stumbling drunk.

"Did you mean to tell me that you've been at the bar next door? Because that's what my friend, the bartender, told me." She lifts her cane and jabs it in his direction, not enough to be of any harm to Salvador, but enough to prod at his chest. "There's nothing wrong with having a few drinks, but moderation! If you don't moderate you'll make a mistake!" she sighs pulling her cane back to rest, and leaning on it. 

"Look. In both the professional world and in the underworld of thieves, your wits are what keep you alive and out of hot water. If you let anything dull your wit, make it so you can't do what you do best, then there's little more I can do to help you if the consequences catch up to you." Cerys furrows her brow and holds out a hand to help lead Salvador away. "Ah, what am I saying? This will probably be lost on you until we get you sobered up anyways. Let's start with getting you off these streets and cleaned up, hm?"

For NP: Cerys is a councilwoman and while not really included in her profile, she plans heists and is often a great informant for thieves and those on the more illegal side of things. Though never involving herself in anything that involves the killing of others, she tends to provide her assistance in return for large sums of money, mostly to fund her own research. So she lies lots and lots lmao

Danndraa lounged in her chair, the teacup of piping hot liquid bringing steam into the open air. She didn't care to mask herself today, so her arm coming from her back held it in a light grip.  She had been reading a book of techlian publishing when the newspaper was presented to her. She was often surprised Ren could enjoy such minute things as news. With how much Tzeetnch guides her, she finds activities such as reading the news or listening to the crier in the streets of Fulnar. But if she was one thing to those who she fancied, it was indulgent. Even if indulging in their activities were boring. Like- OH?

Danndraa read the Article twice over when her company took it back from her. A wave of emotions swirled inside her in a moment of realization. SHE! Danndraa Von Ursadean looked EXACTLY like the lady in that image.  Raven hair, blue eyes, a almost PERFECT face. She couldn't help it, she gained a genuine smile, one not caked in malice or pride or ANYTHING. She just felt giddy. "Hehehe, HOHOHOHOHOHO REN YOU MAD BASTARD! By Tzeentch, I KNEW I liked you for a bloody reason. This! This is glorious on so many levels! You are going to kill ME!" The reason why she felt elated at this fact was beyond her; why was she happy at the prospect she was going to be next in something so-so-cruel. 

"I swear Ren-" the next words which came spilling out of her mouth were without her thinking a single word through. "This is diabolical, she- WE look exactly like that BITCH I was chained to a while ago. AUGH, Tzeentch be praised I am HONORED do you know how often I get to be apart of something so petty? NEVER!" Her body shivered, the tea cup falling from her grasp, a fit of laughter taking over. A cackle of a woman so scared, excited, and elated to fully process her own words and actions.

NP: Danndraa lies through her teeth constantly. She would lie that she's starving to steal bread from a poor man. Ingeneral she would lie to yu about someone you care about dying or that they said some CRUEL shit about you. Honestly go hog wild she's evil as hell

(( sorry if i was kinda vague about the lie that took place? 🤷‍♂️ ))

Oh.

Something rotten settles into their stomach at her words, an itching crawl of nauseous suspicion. They can feel their brow furrowing into knots, as their brain moves sluggishly to try and disprove what their gut is saying is obvious. They wish thinking wasn't so damn hard, that their head would stop being heavy and tired and allow the wiggly folds of their brain to breathe, to think. Maybe they are mistaken? This seems likely. Their head is so often on backwards- metaphorically, not physically, like the cranial transplant subject in room 211-B. Even the cranial transplant manages to form sentences coherently, unlike them. The continuous presence of that aching, furious fog clogging their thoughts seems only to confirm the likelihood of their misunderstanding. It's their fault, of course. Best to move on, best to look past it-

Except... No, their head might be full of worms (Probably?) (Maybe?) (There weren't any in the last ct-scan, but everyone tells them they don't understand rot), but this still seems... too wrong to go unquestioned. Maybe... she didn't mean it? Maybe it is she, the teacher to their scholar, that has fog in their brain, teasing out mistakes. This seems even more unlikely- someone like her, so smart, with confidence unwavering. But then, you can say a lot of things with confidence. An unwavering smile has a way of making things real, of warping reality until you forget the truth. She wouldn't... If it's not a mistake, is she... saying something false on purpose?

They feel dizzy. Shoulders too tense, throat too dry- It's hard enough to understand the truth when people aren't using it correctly. Then, a thought arrives to the construct- something hopeful, as bright as day and as lovely as a savior. She's lying because she trusts them. She's looking to see if they counter, if they're going to be so cruel as to challenge her. It's all so clear, so reasonable. The Fritz smiles, and will do Danndraa the service of agreeing with the obvious lie- it's the best way they can think to show they care.

"Of course, ma'am."

@NP: Fritz frequently lies about itself, and on behalf of it's caretaker. This could take the form of Fritz lying to you that this "medical procedure you're about to undergo is completely painless I promise," to [tw, abuse?] lying about the nature of bruises, or stitches. They're quick to defend and downplay things, and get upset when people insinuate their Doctor is not being kind. It also tends to lie about their own activities, say they were "cleaning" or "at home, resting" when they're really out exploring, and trying new things.

v _{(( do NOT worry EVEN a bit i read your last claim like TWICE and was ECSTATIC TO SEE THIS NOTIFICATION 😭 if i cant think of a follow up soon i gotta claim morgana back, ty so muuUUUCHHhh))}