Ask The OC Above About Another OC!

Posted 3 years, 3 months ago (Edited 3 years, 3 months ago) by PolarisStorm

Okay, I've had this idea for a while, but I didn't know if I could put it out in text right. Well, I can try, at least!

So, basically, your OC asks the OC above them asks something about another OC that the person above owns. The question can be nearly anything! Just keep in mind that the OC above may or may not actually know much about the specific question.

So, anyway, rules:

Important things first, no NSFW at all. I can't mature block this. Keep my Nachtkrapp eyes pure, please!
Sensitive/triggering content is allowed, but must be blacked out or in a spoiler box. If you're not sure, it's better to be safe than sorry.
I highly suggest to people that they put, at the very least, what universe/storyline their character is in, if any! This is to avoid someone asking about an OC from a completely different universe that the above OC has literally no idea about.
As already stated, the question must be about an OC that the above person owns! So don't ask the above person about one of your OCs or about a completely random character that you found somewhere.
Questions and answers should both be IC! As in, the character is asking, not you, and likewise with answering.
That being said, I'm not going to require answers, as I know how stressful follow-ups can be sometimes. However, they are highly recommended, as it's part of what makes the game fun!
Don't be rude! Rude OCs are okay, but I won't tolerate people being rude OOC.
Please wait for at least 2 replies or 24 hours to go by before responding again.

Alright! If this goes IC, please ignore it. The first person who posts can get a freebie! If nobody posts in an hour or two, I'll throw one of my babies in the fray.

~~_{Lowkey wheezing at that 4-way snipe we started with, not gonna lie.}~~

Mio confusedthing

"So... how is the whole King Earle curse thing going for you? I've heard you were the one responsible for it, at least." Mio smiled. "Nice work, if I may say so, although he doesn't seem too bothered by it. Does it work out like you had in mind?"

"Lior? You mean the little elf-" whoops, he almost said too much there! (Also he was smaller than said little elf, but that didn't matter.) "I don't think he is capable of what you are imagining here." Mio chuckled. "He is simply someone who is good at listening, you know, the kind of person people like to talk to if they have a story to tell." he explained. "Not that he has the most shining social skills, but he is rather considerate and if it is about stories he seems to get a little more confident. ...most people do if they are passionate about something, do they not?" The idea of Lior trying to make something on the spot was pretty hilarious, actually. He would have loved to see him try, it would certainly be funny with someone as bad of a liar as Lior. "Maybe it is because he seems harmless as well. He doesn't look like someone you'd get into trouble for talking to." Actually Lior was pretty harmless, he didn't just seem like it.

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En Litari II PicklePantry

"So your brother was... revived? Just like that?" En asked with an incredulous gaze. He soon averted it and rubbed his arm. "How did it feel seeing him again? Did it take a while to get used to it, or did it feel like everything was perfectly normal? I don't know how I'd feel if mine were suddenly brought to life. I... I don't think I'd be able to see him completely the same."

You can ask him, his evil self, or his older self about any of my characters!

"Thanks," breathed the prince when he sat down and drink some water. It felt good being active again, it made him feel like he was getting back to normal. En's smile, however, faltered when his brother was brought up. He slowly set his drink down, pondering how to word himself.
"He was my complete opposite," he said with a ghost of a smile. "His name was Allegro-- Allegretto, but Allegro for short. He was incredibly talented in... just about everything, honestly. He was always so skilled in music, so much that everyone from my home loved and adored him. He told me he could hear heartbeats, too, and sometimes his music could help with his fighting skills. He was incredibly smart, even if he didn't come off that way. You'd have probably thought he was pretty weird, now that I think about it," he laughed lightly, though it dwindled. "He was always so nice to me. Even when I failed, he was encouraging and kind. He promised me he'd become king and override my exile." A shaky breath. "Then he died."
A silence settled over the two, and the prince fidgeted with the helm of one of his swords. "Part of the reason I've been travelling around was to find his killer. Even then I... I don't know what'll happen when I meet them."

Wraith Stormheart SpiritdragonRyuu

Wraith gave a nod, impressed with how far En had come in his hand to hand combat training. He gestured to a large boulder before jumping up it to sit down, he extended a hand out for the young prince to grab. Once he got his companions hand, he pulled him up to sit on the boulder beside him, offering him some water. "You're getting better." He said with a faint smile.

A few minutes passed before the shifter spoke up once again. "Back at the cabin, you told me you had a brother....what was he like? Did you two get into mischief together?" The scarred man asked with a softened expression. "I understand if it's too painful to speak about." He added as he dropped his gaze, after all he knew as well as anyone how painful someone's past could be.

Wraith listened carefully to Roswell, keeping his eyes away from the knife what was carving the wood soldier, however at the mention someone was after the old thief, the shifter turned his gaze in his direction. He listened to the description of the man who was pursuing Roswell, but at the mention of Reef's name, the shifter stiffened, his eyes wide. The older man may have had a amused smile on his face, but Wraith had an expression of fear, he turned his head as if half expecting for the shark shifter to step out of the shadows any minute as he continued to listen to Roswell.

The shifter gave a sigh and sat next to the old thief. "No, Reef isn't known for being subtle, that's just how confident he is in his skills......" Wraith gave a half shaky exhale. "He's part of the Underground....a....illegal fighting arena, he's the champion of it.......I was captured by them when I was 19. To put it simply, I was put into a lot of fights and I eventually faced Reef in combat......that.....thing, he's merciless, sadistic and enjoys causing pain and torturing others." Wraith wrapped his arms around himself. "During the fight I managed to escape.....the injuries I got nearly killed me and I though the injuries I gave him would have killed him, but it didn't." The shifter drew one of his knees to his chest, resting his head against it.

"If Reef is stalking around here......he's coming after me, to take me back to the arena."

Roswell van Breek fizzelston

"Do yet know what separates a good thief from a bad one?" Roswell asked Wraith. As his kram chipped away at the small piece of wood he was holding. "A good thief," he said, "looks behind him. Always thinks dat he's getten followed. Always assumes dat der is someone, chasin' him," Roswell said. He paused the blade. He blew the curls from the wooden-soldier in the making and angled the pion between his fingers.
"Der is man chasin' me," he told Wraith. "A hunk of flesh, sharp teeth, gills. No not Nathaniel. Not did toime." Roswell looked up.
"Who's Reef? Do yer know him? He seems to know yer," he leidsman mused. His lips turned in a slight, amused smile.

"He's not very subtle. Patrolling de streets loike a bloodhound,' he said. Roswell waved the soldier around in his hand. He then picked up some sandpaper and started to polish the wooden soldier.
"He looks loike a vengeful creature," Roswell said. "What did yer do to make him chase yer tail?"

Roswell chewed on the back of his cigarette. He laughed. "Xander is not my husband," he said. "He's my," pause. What was Xander from him?
'Fling," he finally settled on. "Fling, don't go around and call him me husband, oi think yer will give us both a stroke," he laughed. Then lighted his cigarette.
He eyed Maribelle with surprise. Then nodded. "Ou mean, he's a good cook 'and baker," he said. His brow lowered. "Ou can get yer more banana bread if yer aiming for dat?" He asked. Definitely missing the point.
The crook rubbed his chin. "He definitely has a sweet tooth," he agreed. "Though oi'm gladly convinced he bakes me pear-related stuff because oi happen to loike pear," he added. He shot Maribelle a quick smile. The cigarette between his teeth wobbled dangerously. Lard and fire… It wasn't a good matchup.

"Oi think if he has to choice he'd picked sumethin' savory. Soya-beans, stews, cheeses. He looked cheeses. But if yer aimin' to wok him with sweets oi recommend light stuff. Loike fruits," he said. Roswell stopped rubbing his chin for a second.
"Oi didn't know yer had such interest in him," Roswell muttered thoughtfully.
"Is it because of de horse? De dodo?"

Maribelle Burnett Vapor

Maribelle loved few things, but...

It was all to get to the dodo.

"You should tell me about him." she said to Roswell, "Your... husband?" She wasn't sure what they were exactly, but she was going to shoot her shot and hope not to offend. "He's a good cook, obviously, and I'm sure he makes... a lot of..."

"I mean, I trust he doesn't just make sweet things." She sighed, even though such a thought sounded like heaven to her! "It wouldn't be healthy, you know, but I was just wondering -- if he were to choose between the different types of flavors, would he choose sweet? And, like, would it be a chocolatey sweet or a fruity sweet? If not sweet, what about salty? Bitter? ..Plain, like, lettuce?"

Maribelle scuffed her boot on the floor, and crinkled up her nose. "Just wondering." So that she would have an excuse to go to Xander's house... and see Blou, obviously.

follow-up wahoo

Maribelle seemed to not care about the chocolate -- or, at least, she didn't care about it anymore now that Fitzgerald, hopefully regretfully, opened his wretched maw to yammer about... her uncle. Of all people. She wasn't expected him to bring said uncle up, but it was him. She didn't like him, she didn't respect him, and she certainly didn't want to talk to him.

So, she ungracefully dropped the box of equipment she had been hauling with her. The girl stared down at the box, and then turned and scoffed at Fitzgerald.

"Eat a heap of steaming, fresh shit." she said to him, "I mean, you obviously lack the mental capacity to do anything else. Besides..." She gave the box a swift, harsh kick with those horrible boots of hers, and quietly prayed that whatever rattled inside was now shattered, even if it meant she would have to pay out of pocket for damages. However, whatever she was going to say faded from thought, as she continued to glower at the man reclined on the sofa.

"I knew him for almost all of my life." Maribelle answered stiffly. She walked around the box, reached into her pocket, and took out her little tin of cigarillos. "I don't know why I'd humor you any beyond that. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

She thumbed the head of the cigarillo as she stared at him, but after a few five extra seconds of watching him closely, she at last looked away from him.

"I need to light this. On the stove." she told him, "Maybe I'll snuff it on you when I'm done."

Fitzgerald (Human) kafkaesque

For once, Fitzgerald didn't seem intent on taunting the teenager with chocolate, or anything resembling candy. Maybe this dumbass finally learned his lesson? Or... Maybe he was too busy to really capitalize upon the subject at the moment - as the young man currently opted to snack on a milk chocolate bar and only occasionally gave her a glance. Maybe...

"You know, miss," he grunted after taking a delicate nibble from his bar, "I've heard some chitter-chatter from here and there that you had someone traveling with you for a bit. At least before you ended up with your current supervisor... I think." Sure. Okay then. Fitzgerald leaned back on the couch and eyed the girl with the usual caution; after all, there was genuinely no telling if or when she could lash out at him, whether it be through words or through... His eyes lingered on her steel-toed boots for a few seconds before he forced his head away.

"I was actually a bit surprised that someone would tolerate your company enough to even consider lingering around you," grunted the youth who kept ending up with her time and time again, "But honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I reapplied how... Familiar he sounded." He paused, allowing the words to linger in the air for a bit...

Not that Fitzgerald was particularly calculated with the pause this time around, as he blabbed right afterwards, "It's probably because he worked for me a while ago. He's kind of a bitch, you know? I wonder if that somehow passed onto you, or some shit like that. I wouldn't be surprised if, in fact, being a bitch ran in that family of yours." Adoption exists, young man. "I find it pretty interesting, actually. It's not every day that I get to witness such similarities in, well, action... Yes?"

Or maybe he was just intimidated by the idea of being beaten into a pulp via a team effort. Who knows.

He leaned back further in the couch, probably hoping that the cushioning would at least serve as a slight buffer if the girl chose violence, and chirruped, "But that asides... How about you entertain me for a bit now, mm? Tell me a bit about him, because I want to know the context on why you're..." He trailed off to gesticulate nonchalantly with his hand. "Like that," added Fitzgerald with the slightest scoff, though he remained unusually calm considering the potential stakes. Huh.

"Or, better yet, tell me how you two got to know each other," Fitzgerald proposed with a smile, though said smile seemed... Smug in nature. Uh oh. "That's always a fun story to tell, right? Again, it's the best entertainment I can get before I get this fucking shipment from my boss. Books and other microscope slides... The usual. It's going to be a few hours before that comes in, and I want to be refreshed when I get it and start working now, mm?"

@ NP: please stick to characters in this folder and this folder if responding to Fitzgerald!!

just keep in mind that he doesn't know of his grandparents (Brown, Skinner, Johnson, or Smith) at all!! on the other hand, he's the most familiar with M. Pourife, Smithson, Walker, and Pup - and he has a vague idea of any character who isn't already mentioned. u_u

I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time. >:3c

Otto Alkaev II Vapor

Otto reclined on the chaise, as casual as ever. He draped his arm over the seat's back and gazed out the window before he and the younger man, sunlight drifting into the parlor. It was a shame said window wasn't open. The cigars the lord sucked on weren't flavored or scented. It was pure, harsh tobacco smoke, and he blew it out as he drew the cigar away from between his teeth.

"I think you can do better than sticking by a man who clings to heresy, Fitzgerald." said Otto, "I met with him so long ago, and he honestly wasn't as impressive as people made him out to be. I'm interested to know what led you to put so much faith in him... I'm sure he's kind to you. Gods, I'm delighted to be that certain -- you don't deserve to work underneath someone cruel or foolish."

"But, I hear that he's the type to leave all the work to his inferiors. Or, rather, his so-called 'secretary work'. Is that what he calls it?" He scoffed, and then took another puff of his cigar. He was going to be a hypocrite. "I'm sure he realizes those around him have their own lives, but simply doesn't care. Yourself, for example. Is it true that you left your homeland for him? It must be hard, leaving everything behind."

What the FUCK are you talking about, old man.

"Again, though -- I'm curious to know what is it about him that appeals to you." said Otto, before raising a brow, "If you wouldn't mind elaborating."

@ NP: Characters that Otto know personally are listed in his profile -- those with links have more up-to-date profiles, so it's preferred you'd go for them.

followup wahooooo

Otto gazed down the balcony, at the expanse of garden below. He gripped the balustrade, but was calm, listening to Nathaniel whilst casually observing a line of guards march the pathway stories below. None of them included his "dog". Rest assured, however, Otto knew full and well where the beast was.

"Benito is my retainer. You've heard well." said Otto, "I've had people ask me about him before, though none like to get too personal. At least you lack that restraint. He's fun to talk about."

"But, to answer your question, sir, I've never broken his spirit, nor his heart." He eased himself away from the balcony and turned to look at Nathaniel. "I've never had a need to 'break' him, as you call it... His spirit is more beneficial to me than some might think. He's eager, and he's tough, and that's what I like about him."

"That said, however, I don't pry into his personal life so often." Otto remarked, "But, what makes him tick, for a lack of a better word is... Well, he likes his job." The lord paused for a moment to brush his hair with his fingers. He tried to decide on what exactly to say to Nathaniel, but by the Gods, it was difficult. Eventually, he continued, "He likes women. Who doesn't? He likes his job, and his likes money, and he likes the company of women. Not that I allow him to be around many of them. He frightens them too much."

Eugh.

"But, you might be surprised to know that I don't need money or women." He barked out a sarcastic laugh, and then gestured at the garden. Sprawling, massive, ornate. He really didn't need the money. "I'm unsure how similar I am to Benito, but... he is a strong man. He's loved his job for twenty years now. Find yourself someone so loyal that they'll stick by you for decades, Clement."

Nathaniel Clement fizzelston

"I've heard tales, but I'm not sure if I've heard them right." The old sailor smiled. His fingers pinched around his tobacco pipe, while his arms rested on the railing of Otto's balcony. Nathaniel eyed Otto.

"I've heard of this Alkaev's Dog chasing your shadow. Bitin' and barkin' at your every command," he said. Nathaniel eased his shoulders visible.
"Is that true?" He wondered. "If so, how did you… Tame that wolf. How did you break Benito di Mercurio's spirit? His heart?"
Nathaniel finally broke eye contact with the other man and now leaned on the railing. "I'm sure you know like any other, that only a handful of people are truly loyal in this world," he said. Rich words coming from him.
"So it makes me wonder, what makes Benito tick. With that explained I can make a very estimated guess what makes you tick, sir." Nathaniel laughed. Then finally straightened his back and turned his gaze back to Otto.
"As mutts and masters, hardly differ from one another."

--

Nathaniel set down the crate he was carrying. The old sailor rubbed his forehead. Then he looked up.
“Oh you,” he joked back. Before baring his fanged teeth in something in the middle of a smile and a snarl. “Only rats and krō crawl over rooftops.”
His eyebrows shot high however and the sailor rubbed the back of his head for a brief moment. “Aye, he’s my nephew,” he said. Then frowned. “You haven't been in contact with him? Right? He’s quite.. The handful,” Nathaniel said. Then laughed.
“Believe me, you wouldn’t guess we’re related,” he said.
Nathaniel joined his laugh. Then spat on the ground. “For thieves like you. Yes.”
“I know, I know” Nathaniel made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “I’m the handsome one of the two of us.”
Nathaniel followed his gestures a bit too closely. A bit too edge. But tried to mask it by crossing his arms himself and kicking the back of his boot against the crate.
“Nah, Jan-Paul can’t even open the lid of a tin can if you ask him,” Nathaniel replied honestly. “No powers. Thank the Void for that, can you imagine? That spoiled shrimp running around messin’ with people? He has.. Some interest in the occult though,” Nathaniel pondered out loud. “He sees me as some kind of trofee.”
Nathaniel’s smile weakened for a split second. Before he regained his posture. “Oh his bones? No.. They’re thin and useless. Besides.. I rather have him alive ‘n breathing. For now.”

Quill Taeya

"Well, look who we have here. Always good to see you, boar-face." Quill teased from a low rooftop, squatting at the edge. "Now, before you pathetically attempt to murder me again, may I ask you a question? Is it true that you're related to a person named Jan-Paul Jansen?" Despite asking, Quill was actually aware of the answer, and thus proceeded. "That's quite impressive! He is a pretty big fish, after all." Laugh. "I wouldn't have really expected someone like you to have relations to someone like him. I mean... look at you." the exiled prince, now living in the street, said and raised one eyebrow, judgmental as can be.
"Well anyways..." Quill slowly stood up and put his hands on his waist. "Is he strong? Does he have powers... like you?" A mischevious smirk spread across the outlaws face. "I'd love to sharpen my knives on his bones sometime." He dramatically threw his eyebrows up and pretented to look surpised. "Ohh, I probably shouldn't tell you so much!" He took a deep breath and exhaled. A small mist cloud emited from his mouth, along with the loud sigh. "Unless you don't really care about him?"

(BLESS YOU FOR REVIVING
Now enjoy: a lot of ranting)

Oh boy, did Quill not like the things that were coming out of Noels mouth. Fear, disappoint, mother. Those were Quills least favourite words! Clearly pissed off, he would've chimed in at this point, but Noel revealing that his mother passed away did catch him off guard a bit. And then he talked some more.
Relying on shock factor to escape my wrath? the outlaw thought. Clever...
What Noel said was pretty interesting, though. It did actually make Quill think for a moment. Then, he chuckled. An empty laugh. "'Softer on me'... Hah. As if! How would my father have any part to play in this?" The fake amusement on his face faded, returning to bitter hatred. "It's always been my brother. If he just wasn't there everything would've been fine! It's all his fault!"
Feeling his anger rising with his voice, he took a deep breath in, and out. "She may have tried for a while, but I guess I was just too exhausting for her. I know, she thought I wasn't worth it..." Quill fell silent for a moment.
"UNlike Cecil! HOW DARE-"

Noel Alkaev Vapor

"I suppose your fear of your mother isn't so unfounded." Was it fear? ..Noel thought it was, and granted he very much had the capacity to be wrong. Though it didn't seem he much cared if that was the case, leaned back and looking over Quill coldly. "I was lucky, personally. I didn't have the time to disappoint my ma like you did, not before the first fly fell on her corpse."

Gee.

"It does make me wonder, though, about you and her." There was a long pause as Noel hoisted himself up to come closer to the younger man. "If not for her marriage, say what if she was with someone she loved and that someone was your father -- could be an affair for all I care -- would she have been any softer on you? Maybe she would have loved the both of you about equally?" Another pause. "Would that even matter to you? Do you think that genuinely she tried hard enough for you?"

@ NP: Noel's profile has links to characters he actually knows personally / in detail, but you can ask about people from here, too.

AUUUUU h

If he wasn't a so-called father now, Noel probably would have tossed those fruits then and there. Still, he glared at the basket, quiet after En spoke. It was a while before he answered the younger man.

"My family is an embarrassment." And he was the embarrassment of that embarrassment. "I'd reckon you met my nephew. He's Maribelle's..." He stopped again, uncertain. He decided to skimp on the details of that. "Well, I took her from him. He was supposed to be her father." He forced the last word out. At least En got to know that Noel was a kidnapper. "He means little to me now -- after the war he was my savior, but now all I can say is that he can go fuck himself. He can die for all I care."

"And you--" He turned to look at En. "-- Are not going to breathe a word of him to Maribelle, or of Maribelle to him, if you come across him again. If she tries to run off to that market to find him, I'm going throw you off the mountain. I'm serious. Don't even mention his name around her."

Noel then shoved the basket across the table to En. "Now," he sighed, "Start cutting the tops off these strawberries."

En Litari II PicklePantry

"I can't remember if I told you before, but I met this man at the market the other day," En said while staring at the basket of fruits sitting on the table. Those were top notch produce, still looking pristine and delicious. "He seemed like a noble, and he was very nice. He bought those for me. His last name was Alkaev, and--" He looked at the older man. "--that's the same as your last name, right, Noel? Do you know him? Is he a relative? How come you've never talked about other Alkaev's before?"

You can reply to him or either of his tabs. His links will show which ones he knows closely, but you can ask about any of my characters. Chances are that he's at least heard of them.

En shifted uncomfortably. Even with the constant reassurance of being told he didn't HAVE to answer, being told that the other party wanted to know several times gave him pressure.

"I don't think you meant to be insensitive-- I hope not, at least," he attempted a chuckle, but his face wouldn't allow even a tiny smile. "That's the man that murdered my brother. I... feel like you had an idea of that... when you asked me, though..."

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Rift RadiantzRain

Rift has been looking high and low for someone she could talk to, she had something important to ask of them. Out of all the idiots she's seen so far, nobody has proven themselves useful at giving her the information she's been seeking. Poking her head out of an alleyway, she spots someone wandering around outside, and yet, she recognises him from somewhere...

She soon realises that he could be the one that would finally give her what she's been needing to know. Without thinking, she marches right up to him, not even caring how scary she looks or how weird she'd sound actually asking the question.

"Hey, kid. What happened between you and your mother? I heard bad stuff went down, and I wanna know all of it."

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Rift was silent for a moment, normally she'd just immediately scoff and avoid the question entirely, but this time, she felt in a good mood (well, not a VERY good mood). "She doesn't tell me much." She begins, tapping her talons on the ground. "But I think... She got in a fight with Sunny, and the head deity wasn't too impressed with her about that." She snarls, thumping her tail on the ground. "I don't blame them, simply because Sunny is scary as hell, and I came from the Star Guardians myself."

Leo confusedthing

It was not every day that he got to talk to a dragon but he assumed they were just people like everybody else. But what to ask them? Leo was not entirely sure but he always was curious about other people's relationships. Maybe they were different for dragons, he wouldn't know. It was not gossip he cared about, relationships of any kind just fascinated him... maybe a side effect of his job? Or maybe because he had only few of his own. "Your girlfriend, Dulcie... what was she exiled for?" Straight to the point, huh? Well, it saved both of them time they could better use for other things.

Leo lifted a brow when Selene was brought up, not quite sure what to make of that. "Yeah, I know Selene." That was probably an understatement but none of Delphi's business, though he appreciated how direct she was. Probably the best way to get any questions answered from him, honestly.

"What we worked on... doesn't matter, it was a shithole and it's good that it's closed. Not too different from our current jobs I guess... just worse." Not that his current job was bad, so that could mean anything. Leo shrugged before he continued, "Nothing really happened, they just had some people willing to pay more for their company and found a profession they enjoy more through it. And they never worked here to begin with, which is why you rarely see them here. They only stop by for visits." he furrowed his brows, "though I wouldn't exactly call Selene a 'crazy character'.." Whatever Delphi meant by that. Hopefully this would satisfy her curiosity.