Ask The OC Above About Another OC!

Delphi had pressed her hands together, resting her chin on her thumbs as she peered over her fingertips. "I assume you know Selene? I've heard you two used to work together in one way or another. " She was never a small-talk kind of person, and tended to get right to the point. "I'm just curious, y'know. What kinda stuff did you work on with them? Like, I've never really seen them around the club, and I was wondering what happened, if anything." Delphi accentuated the statement with a twirl of her wrist. "I don't mean to pry, of course. From what I've heard, they seem like the kind of crazy character I'd like to observe." 

Delphi narrowed her eyes slightly, yet still offered a polite smile. "It's quite a long story, really. My initial opinion of him wasn't the most...informed, you could say. Believe me, we're not exactly besties, but I guess you could say we're on better standing than where we were initially. He's a better man than I assumed he was, if that answers your question." She shrugged her shoulders, chewing on her lip as she thought out her second response. "However, I don't believe it would be particularly wise to go around handing out information about his current activities. For my and my partner's safety, at least. Y'see, we do intend to be alive for at least another few years." She laughed lightly as she stood up. "Anyways. I have other things to attend to. I would say I'd wish you luck in finding whatever it is you're looking for, but..." she trailed off, waving her hand as she turned to leave. "Perhaps some things are best left alone?" 

Alpha regarded the woman in front of her with a curious gaze. "Ms. Lan, I understand you are associates with one Sirius Axen. May I inquire as to the nature of your relationship?"
She tucks her hair behind her ear as she pauses briefly, eyes flicking to the side as she considers her words. "I don't ask this with judgement, by the way. To our understanding, you had been working towards revenge on him, and now you seem to be assisting him. What changed?"

Crossing her arms impassively, she forged on. "Well, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to, I suppose, but it would help. I'll get to the point. What I'm really here to ask is about Sirius Axen. What specifically do you know of his activities now? I understand that familial issues are involved in this?"

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Alpha didn't quite stiffen at the offhanded mention of her relationship with Charlie, but she eyed Chance with the cool look of someone on her guard. 

"Maybe that's better asked of her, not me," she deadpanned, "I did not have direct involvement with her introduction to Quantine-- I was appointed as head shortly after she got her position." She crossed her arms carefully and offered the heir her own dry, sharp smile. "I will tell you that she was scouted. She was also smart enough to realize what was going on and came here herself. Make of that what you will."

Leaning back, Alpha raised an eyebrow at Chance, a sense of finality in her tone. "I trust you will remember that this is not public information, Mx. Chance, even if it may seem trivial."

That easygoing smile of Chance crossed their face, almost as an attempt to convince the woman to answer. "So I've heard you and Charlie are an item, that's really cute, but I do have to wonder." The heir sat down, elbows propped on the desk, as they rested their chin on their hands, still watching Alpha closely.  "What brought Charlie to the organization you're both a part of? Anything in particular?"

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The heir's expression darkens at the mention of Ruta, the bad blood between them and the necromancer quickly apparent. This is gone nearly as fast as it came as Chance smiles, but there's something vaguely threatening about this new expression.

"We mistakenly believed she was an ordinary necromancer, but found this wasn't the case. Her powers seem directly tied to the life forces of others, and they come to her as naturally as breathing. This is more than just the youth-stealing she was using, if she so desired she could use it to heal even the most grievous of wounds. But that would involve her helping others. Besides, she's also not even that old to have relied on as much youth stealing as she had. Even I'm older than her."

A low growl sounds in the heir's throat.
"Theoretically, she could use her powers without killing, though it wouldn't be nearly as effective and she'd have to do it more frequently, and that wouldn't do for her. Especially given her husband's delight in killing." 

"You seem someone who would have quite a bit of information on others. Well-read and well-liked." There Orianna went, subtly trying to people-please. Not so much a rarity, but curiosity certainly ruled her than a genuine want to be kind.

"That, I think could be useful. So, what of Ruta?" What a progression. "Can you tell me what her powers entail? I've heard through the grape vine that her youth is so important to her, it's something to kill for. I can certainly understand that. If I could find a way to stop myself from growing old and ugly and gray, I would, even if it meant getting exiled in such a way she has, but maybe that's too dramatic phrasing."

"Do you think, maybe, that she would be better off advancing her magicks?" Orianna then asked, "Would it do her one better than to simply kill? Is there a method that wouldn't require her to?"

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

Rift dashed through the forest late at night. She was, once again, on the hunt for information. The exile was growing nosey these days, and she even found it fun interrogating other beings about their lives. Her gaze was then suddenly dragged to a young woman, standing alone in the forest and staring unblinkingly up at the night sky. Happy days, another one to interview.

She slowed her pace as she approached Orianna, feeling confident in what she was going to say. "Your older sister, Melisent... How did she die?"

(Apologies if this is already stated somewhere, I kinda wanted to get this down as quickly as possible hhghg)

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NP: You can choose someone from her links or the "The END" folder, preferably

It was Maribelle's job to pick up information. She hadn't known Rift for long, and hadn't much interest in knowing her anymore personally, but none could deny what use she might have been. That was of more importance to General Fuchs, sure, but... Well, it was worth a shot, anyway. Rumors were enough to hold the girl's attention, and so, in that dull tone of voice she often carried, she spoke to Rift.

"Your partner seems more nervous than yourself. Do you ever think there may be a reason for it?" she asked, "Is she of any the same strength as you, do you wonder? Surely not, considering how frail she is. Still..."

"..It could be worse. As frail as she may portray herself, she doesn't seem totally useless." Maribelle added. There was little change in her facial expression, though she herself was gauging Rift for one, looking at up at the creature before her patiently. "Besides, there has to be a reason -- a practical reason, not an emotional one, because that would just make you a fool -- to let her tag along with you and vice versa. What is it?"

@ NP: Maribelle's personal relationships are linked in the relationships section of her profile and will generally give more? Personal/in-depth answers? Alternatively, she knows everyone from this tag, just not as well.

the nile.

"I heard you're going on a mission soon," Salvador said. He rolled the bone-die between his fingers before rolling it aimlessly on the table before him. A 5. Not a bad roll. "They sent you to some, Dragonetti lady," he said. Salvador collected his dice and rolled the three pieces between his fingers, before tossing them one for one on the table again. 2,2, and a 4. "Heard she's rich." Salvador looked at Maribelle with raised brows. He tried to keep his expression neutral while trying to read hers.
Roswell had sent him here. Had placed the dice between his fingers and instructed to play around with it, while maintaining an idle 'chit-chat' conversation with her. So Salvador did just that.

"She is a smart lady, right? Owns a lot of animals?" He snorted. "Like a freak-o-petting zoo." The Half tossed the dice again and paused. "Can you keep track of where she stashes her coins? Roswell wants to know." Salvador placed his elbow on the table with a shrug. "He asked me to ask you that. While we played some dice game. You're up for a game? I got plenty more, wealth-related, questions I have to subtly ask while we play."
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Salvador knows everyone from this folder.

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Pulling his lollipop out of his mouth, he points the candy side to Salvador. They're sitting together in the other boy's room, a common place of theirs to hang out. Over time, he found himself leaving Frankie's more and more often to go to Salvador's instead. The journey was stranger and had a lot more universal hopping than walking through Frankie's front door(a thing that he didn't even know to exist back in the 80s), but it was worth it. The world Salvador lived in was different than the modern era of earth Cyrus did. There were a lot more experiences in the flesh and a lot less technological interferences like computers or telephones. It was comfortable and the person he came for was a basket full of fun on his own.

"Where is your dad from?" He brings Roswell up with ease. He knew him too, but didn't spend as much time around the older man as he did his son. "Because I think he's lying if he told you anywhere but from a pirate ship. Think about it. He has an eyepatch and talks with an accent. He steals things. That's what pirates do and they raise their young pirates to be like them."

@ he knows all my ocs lmfao

Kori had a habit of prying where she shouldn't have, and no matter how foolish it was in any given situation, she always gave into the urge to do it again. This case was no different, quickening her pace to catch up with him across a busy street. "Hey, wait, can I ask you something?" she said, not even stopping to come up with a deception to weasel her way into his attention. To do so would be equally foolish, but one could only be careless so many times in one day. 

She found herself caught off guard by Ren's appearance, and furthermore, the charm he radiated. It was almost enough to make her second guess herself, an effect charming people just so happened to have on her. She shook away the doubt only momentarily; curiosity was a far stronger force, and if there was something unknown, she wanted to know it.

At all costs.

"Hey, your name is Renard, right?" she asked, looking at a few notes she had collected, something she was grateful for as she stumbled over her words. "I, uh, I'm sorry for interrupting your day. I just have heard things, and I have to know something."

Kori averted her eyes from Ren, unable to meet his gaze. She began to regret saying anything at all, but she was so far in now that if she gave up he would certainly know something was up. "That boy in the cage. Alistair, isn't it? Why do you keep him like that?"

@ np, Kori knows everyone in this folder! (that's why i chose her for this, she's the only one who knows everyone in the folder and i dont have affiliations tagged yet TuT ) In the meantime, some of them have info and some don't, but feel free to ask about anyone, since the whole story is finished and Kori would be able to answer for anyone.

vvvv aaaa this is awesome!! thank you!!! i did a follow-up here in the spoiler section ^-^ Also, Gentaro is such a cool character!!

Kvroii [^^ AWUGH THANK YOU!! I really enjoyed reading up on Kori and Goodwin as well -- I think they're just neat  ]

Gentaro had to be quick. Kori was more introverted, perhaps as expected, and the kinship that came with being introverted also had its own set of laws. Really, she looked like she would rather be anywhere else -- probably in a basement with that... computer thingy... but he couldn't really blame her. Still, he couldn't deny his curiosity, having approached her to more or less shoot the shit over a mug of coffee.

"Hope you like it." Gentaro spoke to her, referring to the coffee in her mug. "I'm not as good at brewing coffee, no doubt not as good as you, but... coffee's coffee, right?" He laughed for a moment, and then cleared his throat. Right. Maybe he should get to the point. "I've just been getting eaten up ever since I heard of her working at that cafe of yours. I hope you don't mind my prying, but about Goodwin..."

"..She seems awfully kind, but do you ever have problems with her? Or, not her -- I don't want to sound like I'm trying to talk behind her back, but maybe I'm just too late now -- but her tendency to stick her nose in places it doesn't belong? She's always seemed a bit insistent, but also like she means well. How well do you know her outside of work?"

"Another smaller question here, but--" He paused to pick up his mug. "I heard that she knows your boy -- Phecda, I think his name was? How'd they meet? Do you know?"

@ NP: Gentaro's more personal relationships have their profiles linked in the relationships section of his profile, and I would prefer you go for those with linked profiles. Please don't ask about Benito, though, because Gentaro doesn't actually know him at all before he dies LMAO.

vv eppy you literally saved my fuckign life