Ask The OC Above About Another OC!

Marcus wraps his arms around Noel like old buddies. Then gives him a hearty chest slap, kind of feeling out his pecs. As if they were best friends already! "My good man! Look at you. Such a handsome fellow, yes? Your eyes tells me you've seen it all soldier. You must be Noel. The man, the myth, the legend! Great war hero is it. A captain too right? Ha! You and are so alike arn't we?" Marcus grabs a drink and slides it over to Noel. "I got that for you. Cheers to us old warriors!"
After downing his drink in one gulpl, Marcus wipes his mouth with his forearm and looks to Noel. "I'm sure you have plenty of war tales and stories to share! We can sit here all night just talking about them! Ha!" Letting out a hefty laughter. And slapping the other's chest once more. Marcus lets out a small sigh, almost regretting about what he was going to say next. "So... What of the wife hmm? Aren't they all always a pain. Women... Complex and difficult creatures to decode. Can't live with them, but can't live without.  I'm sure you get asked about your terrible war tales all the time. But what of your terrible wife tales!? Hahah!" Letting out a fake laughter... As he was quite heart broken and shattered. Marcus needed to hear ill words of Hala right now. He needed reasons to stop perusing and thinking about her.

My OCs listed in Marcus' 'links' he knows more personally. But he just about heard and knows most of my folks!

Marcus squints at the orange loving man. Curious on why he was interested in soldier he has long forgotten... Clearly Marcus was not happy, he truly did not like the unnamed soldier. "One of our base were being held by the rebels. His expendable cyborg unit was task to clear out the territory currently occupied by the rebels. So the human infantry, my unit, can clear out the rest. And this would have cause less human soldier casualty. Their parents could have still hugged them today. However, instead of clearing out the enemy rebels he decides to help them and their families escape. His excuse was that some of the women and children got in the line of fire, and it wasn't a pretty picture. Says it wasn't their fault they were soldiers. And did not want to eliminate them. I say, if the rebels wants to train children and women into soldiers, then they shall meet the same fate. An enemy to the state is the enemy period. As a soldier, you have to pick a side. Suppose he saw more value in the lives of the rebels more than my soldiers. He betrayed his mission. Helped the enemy. Therefore, has dishonor his name. I refuse to speak of his name in respect of my fallen comrade." Finally a deep inhale, exhale and crosses his arms.

"What exactly did Soldier do that was so dishonorable?" Ethan asked, carefully gauging Marcus's expression. The very mention of that guy seemed to make this one upset. "Isn't it a good thing to want to protect innocent lives? I mean, I'd consider that more manly, right? And he's a great person! I don't think he deserves the cold shoulder you give him." A pause. "You wouldn't... happen to know his name, would you?"

Here's his links, but you can ask him about any of my characters!

Ethan blushed a deep red and awkwardly rubbed his arm. "Uh, I'm not so sure, if I'm being honest," he scrambled to explain. "I still don't know what Freddy sees in me. It feels like we're in such different worlds, and I'm always afraid he'll wake up one day and realize it. But so far he seems really happy around me-- a-at least, I think so. I still need to get used to it myself, being liked by someone like him, but... I think I'd like to be with him for a long time." His blush deepened as he looked away. "And I mean... he's hot."

"Aww, love is wonderful, isn't it? What do you find most attractive about Frederick? Do you think you're going to spend the rest of your life with him? Oop- That's two questions, isn't it? You don't have to answer them both~"

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Melody sighed. "I have tried to settle down with a man multiple times, but... well, I really have a hard time picking the good ones," she laughed wryly. "None of the men I fancy would ever make good father figures I don't think. They're all either too dangerous or too, well, flighty. But aside from my romantic endeavors, there are men in my life that help look out for Ollie - my son. There's Sin, the pianist at the bar I work at, and Mikhail, the bartender, and Dr. Oslac, and... y'know, now that I'm saying it aloud, most all the men in my life are bad with kids... Well," she sighed again, "at least there's Atlas. He's great with Oliver, and the two of them get along really well. I can always count on Atlas to pick him up from school for me and keep him company until I get off work. He's really such a great friend."

Smith thumbed the handle of the teacup currently perched in her fingers before leaning towards the older woman and chirping, "Oh, it's an honor for you to be here, you know! It might sound a bit of an odd compliment, given that I'm an aristocrat, but... I do mean it, mm?" She delicately lifted a hand to her lips and giggled, her voice escaping from the gaps in between her fingers before she leaned back in her satin seat and took a sip of her tea.

The tea in question tasted sweet, much like the conversation and mood at hand. Hell, maybe a bit too sweet, but...

"It's always nice meeting new people anyhow," she explained further with a soft smile, "especially those with similar tastes. You did mention that you, uh, liked ballet... Yes?" With a raised brow, the young aristocrat set the cup down on the table before gently folding her hands together and leaning in just ever so slightly towards her guest. "We don't have ballets around here," the young woman confessed, "but we do have musicals. Do you like musicals? You seem like the type of person to quite enjoy the performance arts..." She trailed off, considering reaching out for her teacup once more to sip from, but... She didn't go for it. Not now, at least.

Instead, Smith opted to muse aloud, "But... That asides, I heard from a little bird that you have a son, right? A shy individual, rather opposite of you in terms of demeanor...", while rubbing her chin. Uh oh? A soft smile nonetheless remained on her visage while she turned her hands' attention to her hair - her soft brown hair, apparently. As she combed her fingers through them, she hummed, "It's rather sweet, really. I've always heard that the one between a mother and her child is one of the strongest bonds that one can have... Yes? I can only hope that it's the case between you and your son..."

It was getting painfully obvious that she was starting to project.

"But that asides!" the young woman exclaimed after picking up the teacup once more, "I can't help but ask... Have you ever tried finding a 'father figure' for him? Not his biological father necessarily, or even a stepfather, though. I mean... A male figure that can serve as a pillar of support for him. Not that I don't trust you by any means - I actually see you as rather competent - but..." But what? Smith's smile faltered for a second, though it was barely visible thanks to the fact that she had lifted her teacup to her lips at around the same time.

"... I think if you want him to open up a bit," an increasingly antsy Smith muttered after a few seconds of silence, "then you should provide him with the people who can help him out in that regard... Yes?" She sniffed and wiped a hand across her face. "... He's just a child, after all. He should be allowed to explore and learn new things- With you by his side, of course." Smith cocked her head and fluttered her lashes. "You know... Kind of like mothers are supposed to do..."

SMITH FUCKING DIES INSIDE???? late follow-up time.

„Hello Smith, nice to see you again!” the demon greeted, standing in front of the door to her human friend’s house, “I brought some tea, let’s go inside so we can chat a little.”

After some small talk, the topic of family came up, and Ace decided to ask something she had been wondering about for a while. “So, your husband, Johnson?” she began, “I hope this doesn’t sound offensive, from all I’ve heard about him, he seems like a-" Instead of saying a certain four letter word starting with d, she stopped for a moment; She didn’t want to subject sweet, innocent Smith to any vulgarity, so she awkwardly finished her question by saying, “Not a nice person?”

She tried to explain herself, saying, “It’s just that, whenever you talk about him, it just seems to make you anxious. Is it just because he… doesn’t like ‘people’ like me,” she gestured to her horns, “or is there another reason?”

Worried this line of conversation would upset Smith, Ace tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, while still finding out more about her husband. She asked, “What do you like about him? Is he funny? Smart? Sexy?”

„Dinner appointment? “Ace wondered, a little confused why he didn’t just call it a date, “Well that’s good. He can’t make decisions like that for you. Still, I wonder why.” Being told it was because he was scared, the demon noted, “That’s reasonable, I guess. My magic can be pretty dangerous.”

She stayed quiet as Jan-Paul mentioned wanting to be as powerful as Titania. If someone like him, an inexperience human who never had any magic abilities became as powerful as that fairy-shaped monster, it would likely result in calamity… but he didn’t need to know that.

“Yes, she’s helping me with one of my projects, or rather her assistant is,” Ace explained. She noticed that Jan-Paul seemed scared and tried to assure him. Bending the truth, she said, “She’s strong, but not really scary,” leaving out that she herself was a little scared of the fairy queen. She explained, “She’s super strong and her army is practically unbeatable, but she doesn’t attack unprovoked. And even when she does attack, she only kills people who do something really bad.”

When asked about Titania’s origin, Ace had to be a little careful. The demon knew more about her and her sisters then she was supposed to, thanks to information Dantalion had acquired, and had been threatened to keep quiet about their secrets. She explained, “Well, you see, fairy queen isn’t a title, it’s a species. So she was… born in her position. And no, her kind doesn’t have successors, if one of them dies, then there’s just one less fairy queen… forever…”

With a grin, she grabbed his hand and said, “No thanks! I don’t need any fancy titles, some affection is enough for me.”

"My uncle advised me to cancel our… d-d. Dinner appointment," Jan-Paul said. His cheeks flashing red. "Of course I didn't listen," he clarified. The carriage they both sat in rattled. As the wheels rolled over the uneven cobble-stone street stone beneath them. Jan-Paul's gaze shifted away from Ace. Back to the window. He had been staring at that glass for the entire ride now. With occasionally peaking at Ace. Out of the corner of his eyes. Naturally.
"He will never say it out loud. Of course not. But I think he's scared of what you're able to do. With your powers," Jan-Paul said. His gaze quickly shifted back to Ace. They lingered on her blond hair for a bit. Then her round cheeks. Her lips. Oh, if he only could lay his hands on those cheeks and...
No!
Jan-Paul shook his head to wake himself from his daydream.
"I only see.. Possibilities, the beauty of it," he said. Jan-Paul smiled. Baring the points of his canines in an almost cheeky manner.
"Sometimes I wish I was that powerful, you know. Or as significant as Queen Titania? She packs...quite a punch,"Jan-Paul mused.
"Or well.. She punched my uncle pretty good," he said. Jan-Paul's ear twitched.
"Do you know her?" He said. "Is she really as scary as my uncle told me?" He added in a whimper.
"I'm sure I have nothing to fear with you around though, f..for our appointment," Jan-Paul said. "But I'm still left wondering… How did she become a queen? Is there a possibility that you follow in her footsteps? I mean. Such a beautiful singing voice múst be linked to a royal-bloodline. Right?" Jan-Paul said.

The gold-merchant carefully leaned forward. "And if you're not a princess… I'll make you one," Jan-Paul said. Grinning. Jan-Paul carefully held out his ringed hand towards her. Hoping...She would hold it..?!

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Jan-Paul threw some bird seeds on the ground. The poor, rich, wealthy, gold merchant's son stood alone. While the ducks pecked the seeds from between his golden shoes.
His ears pricked. Jan-Paul looked up and… all that gloom and doom disappeared like snow on a hot summer day.
“Levi!” he called out. Giving the cat a big grin and an enthusiastic wave with his hand. “It’s so good to see you!” He had to strengthen his voice to drown out the duck’s quaking.
“A walk! Yes, that sounds fantastic wait,’ he said. As he crammed the bag of bird seeds back into his pockets. “Just lead the way my friend! Maybe we can feed some more ducklings on our endeavor. Our.. adventure. A Friendventure as we are friends,” he said.
Jan-Paul hasted behind Levi and had to take some big steps to keep up with his fluffy counterpart. Thanks the Void he had legs for days.

Jan-Paul also had to catch his breath. (And stuff some of the fallen birdseed back into his pockets). He looked up at Levi’s words and frowned. “Leika? Oh, I know her.. She’s that ruffian right? That gunslinger?” He mused out loud. “You promised her a wh-? Uh! Oh, I think she’d be down at the Old Chapel. She’s a Kraker if I recall correctly,” Jan-Paul rubbed his chin. “Like a thief,” he explained. Jan-Paul directly sat down next to Levi when he offered the spot and stretched those long legs of his.
“OH! Do you think she wants to? I… It's been a while since I’ve met another Easterling beside my uncle,” Jan-Paul muttered. He plucked his ear. “Especially a girl… I don’t think she likes me, nót that I like her... Not in that like-like way, I think she’s quite scary,” Jan-Paul started to chatter and ramble. “I just... Sometimes... Want to hang-out with other Easterlings you know... Who also eat their fish raw and can hold their breath for minutes on end,” he said. Before letting out his breath.(Void knows how long he'd been holding it)
“You’re right... It is a beautiful day!” He said. Glad that the topic of his awkward rambling shifted. Jan-Paul looked up from the bird and then slowly reached for the paper bag of seeds in his pockets.
“These are actually meant for ducks but.. Do you think that bird would want some too?” Jan-Paul asked his friend. Glad that he finally got a bro, to vibe with!

"Hey, its nice to see you again!" Levi put his paws together, very happy man indeed! "So hows it going? I hope it's going well." Levi's tail swished for a bit as he thought, suddenly coming up with an idea: "Oh, I think we should go for a walk! I like talking with people while taking a walk. It's relaxing! Or even just go to the park." He walked off, hoping JP would follow. "C'mon, I'm not slowing down!" Levi laughed, pretty much bolting for the park at this point. 

Levi slowed down once they arrived fortunately, he huffed while catching his breathe. "Oh, running like this reminds me of a friend! She would probably have fun doing this. Do you know Leika? Oh- shoot, i still have to get her a tattoo-" He muttered the last part, how could he forget?? "Well, do you know where she is?? Maybe we could invite her to hang out with us!" Levi was very excited about this plan. Two of his friends in the same place? Woah. He sat on a nearby park bench, patting the spot next to himself for JP to sit down. "Anyways, it's a beautiful day!" He spent a few moments staring off at a tree. Then he gasped, and pointed at a branch. "Look! A bird!" 

They just... vibing at the park now. Levi is the best bro you can vibe with.

for np, Levi knows all the cats here. none of the dogs, though. preferred if you use characters with bios but its not required!

Walker just thought the cat seated across from her was neat. Well... At least in the sense that she would much rather deal with him than a dog any day, but that was an entirely different box that - quite frankly - wasn't worth opening... At all, really.

Nonetheless, she remained wary at how perky he seemed, as she carefully placed a mug down onto the table and sighed, "Well... To be honest with you, I suppose that I have to... Thank you for taking me in at this time. I know it seems a bit odd for me to be around here, when everyone else is a canine or feline, but..." Her frame shuddered slightly while she leaned back in her armchair. "... Novelty is an inevitable part of traveling around - at least as far as I know. One of my associates used to tell me that you always learn something new every day, and... I suppose that this day is no different, mm?" Could've just uttered "today" and moved on from there... Huh?

"But that asides," the middle-aged woman started while slowly lifting her hands to her chest, then starting to wring them together... Then she felt something pulling slightly at the tip of her tongue. Awkward. Her mouth hung open for a few seconds before she sighed once more. "... I do hate to come off as gossipy, especially as an aristocrat," she then sighed when she resumed speaking - with that usual monotonous, almost drawling tone of hers - "though I doubt that you can really fault me for such a trait. A lot of aristocrat's business is just talk much of the time. It really is less pretentious than you would think."

Oh, to be forced to make conversation to mitigate a deafening silence...

Walker paused for a few more seconds before sighing once more, "Though... With that out of the way... If you do not mind me asking..." The middle-aged woman seemed to hesitate again as she made incoherent noises but didn't seem particularly committed to making any words. Then, she (finally) asked, "So... About that new cat who moved in here a few days ago... How do you feel about her? She seems rather confident and a bit brash, at least on the surface, though I cannot help but opine that she might have something hidden underneath that pelt of hers..."

"... Or maybe it is just part of her family. You do happen to know her uncle, right? The one who helps the neighbors sometimes? And has a lot of fur... Kind of like you? I mean that as a general comment, not an insult..."

She then conveniently lifted up the teacup to her lips and took a looooooooong sip. In all honesty, Walker probably needed the break. Her mind was starting to buzz from both the words constantly being repeated in her mind and the general feel of her surroundings, and... Walker's gaze focused on the feline even as her eyes narrowed a bit. No fuzzy cat could completely put her at ease, apparently.

@ NP: Walker only knows characters within the One-Track Mind folder, so please don't ask her about anyone outside there!! you cooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuld ask her about some of the worldbuilding stuff in the main folder, but please..... don't ask about the memes...... I have nowhere else to put that """character""" and it fucking SHOWS.

as for which specific characters Walker would know best, she has the most relationship development with Smithson, Fitzgerald, and Brown!! she does sort of know everyone to some degree, though; just expect her to be somewhat vague with her answers if asked about Skinner, or pretty much anyone on Smithson's side of the family (including Dolores).

reserved as an answer for NP if I have the time!!

Two wives hanging out while their husbands kill each other..?

That was enough of a start when it came to conversation, as she stood at the edge of the room, Walker at her side. Whether or not both women had the same opinion of their situation probably didn't matter, but Sable seemed less than pleased as she waited on her own partner to return from... wherever the Hell he was. She tapped her foot impatiently on the marble flooring, and goodness, the sound was irritating. Tap, tap, bitch.

Still, Sable decided to be the one to break the silence, though she was less curious of the other woman as much as she was more so in desperate need of interaction. "Your man is certainly interesting, isn't he? Or..." She waved her hand. "No, not particularly, but I suppose you have to put up with it, anyway, arranged marriages and all." Okay. Bitch.

"Arranged marriage has always struck me as interesting, though I am no stranger to it -- unarranged marriages provide the same effect, even if I've two of them." And what a rarity it was for her! Some criticized her pairings, but she had little energy to argue with them over it. "I thought it was especially odd how some don't allow their... halves, I suppose I should call them, meet before the wedding? It seems necessary -- a poorly-matched coupling is bound to fall apart, I'm sure you understand." Walker probably did, considering her mom murked her dad, but uhh... "I suppose I should ask -- was that the case with you and Smithson?"

"Meeting before the wedding, again, seems necessary to me, but perhaps it's different where you're from. Maybe where you're from, poor matches don't go down in flames." said Sable, "But then comes the question after that of how you two met -- however did you come to love him, if at all? However did you even get this far with him -- far enough to have a child? When did your son come along, anyway, if you don't mind my prying?"

for np: sable knows most characters in this folder are your best bet. you can also ask about characters in the relationships section of her profile if you want a more personal answer, but she knows pretty much everyone in the folder at least on a "you exist" level. just expect the latter to be more "textbook, vague" answers than "i have spent my entire life with this person" answers.

otto x sable sux

     "I had no idea you were married to Otto!" Yeli laughed lightly. "Small world, small world. I'm not really friends or acquaintances with him, but I'd heard a lot. Word spreads in a small town, and all, especially over nobles and such-- Ah, but I guess the term now is upper class? Sorry, I'm rambling. How did you two meet, if you don't mind me asking? I always love hearing true love stories, especially after meeting my own. The faces people make can be so nice when they recount their tales."
     With a patient smile, Yeli crossed his arms. "I hear you both spend times apart, as well. My spouse is often gone throughout the day because of schedules and jobs, I can't imagine not being able to see 'em for days, let alone months. Tell me, do you think things would have been better if you two were able to spend more time together? Would you consider trying if the opportunity came?"

Yeli knows a lot more than he leads on. You can ask about any of my characters!

     Yeli gave Carmine a curious smile. He seemed nervous. Was he lost? It was always easy to get lost here in the neighborhood. Before he could ask about it, however, the young man wrote something down and showed it to him.
     "En..." he said the name slowly before scratching his head. "Where have I heard that name before...?" When he further read the description, he perked. "Oh! The prince! I don't usually keep up with politics, but his was an interesting story." If Carmine was asking about him, then surely he knew his past as a prince, that was at least what Yeli had assumed as he handed the note back. "I'm afraid I don't know about his current whereabouts. He's been in hiding ever since that incident. I hear, though, that wherever he is, there's always some destruction. I'd be careful about looking for him, if I were you." He shook his head. "As for job, I can't say. With how much all law enforcement wants to catch him, I wouldn't be surprised if he's gotten by by stealing."

Carmine slightly tilted his head at the mysterious stranger in front of him, a blank piece of paper in hand. The man made him somewhat nervous, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Maybe it was simply because he was always nervous around new people, because he never knew if they were actually safe or not until he actually got to know them. Right now, of course, he didn’t actually know this man, or anything about him. He only really needed to know a couple things, anyways, so maybe actually getting to know him won’t be required?

After realizing that he was staring, he pulled out a pen and wrote down his requests on the paper, before handing it to Yeli.

Hello, I’m sorry to bother. I’m trying to find a friend of mine. His name was… En, I think? He has white long hair in a ponytail, and he’s mute. That person? Do you know him, by chance? If so, do you know where he lives? I’m trying to find him. I need to at least ask him about his career, and maybe some more personal issues that pertain to the both of us… Unless you know what kind of job he has? I’d love to know.”

Carmine is part of The Diamond! He doesn't actually know that many people, though. He knows his brothers, Sanguine, Vermilion, and Fulvous best. The characters he's met at least once and at least has an opinion on is Champagne, Marengo, Isabelline, Pewter, Fuchsia, and Sienna. He knows Black, but hasn't seen him since the two were both children. He knows who Raven, Sable Diamond, Red, and Fallow is due to them being somewhat popular figures, but hasn't personally met them at all.

     "My, love can be so cruel, can't it~?" mused Nikolai with an almost evil grin on his face. "This Talaara, she was very special to you, yes? Why was it that you didn't take her with you when you left, darling? Surely, if you were willing to dedicate your life to her and her alone, traveling with her wouldn't have been an issue, hmm?"
     He tilted his head cutely, a hand on his cheek. "It must have been heartbreaking to leave, I'm sure. Tell me, dearie, did you stay dedicated to her? Or did you find solace in distracting yourself with other people?"

Here's his links, though you can ask about any of my characters! Chances are he at least knows about them

     "Whom...?" Nikolai closed his eyes in thought, trying to remember who Earle was. Had he been in contact with any royalty? Hmm, like this, he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment. It took him a lot not to try.
     "Mmm, yes, I vaguely recall a rather old man offering his soul to me," he murmured after some time, eyes still closed, but now tapping his foot to help keep his focus. "He was oh-so desperate to be able to be with his "True Love". It's a rather interesting web of magic, if you ask me, dearie. It's all just arranged marriages set up by the Higher Ups, when you think about it, hmm? Yes, well, I decided to change just who it was that he was destined to be with. He doesn't seem bothered for now, but I feel once he realizes his feelings aren't as strong as they used to be, and that Fate no longer agrees with his path, he'll be quite upset."