The OC Above Is Hiding

It happens from time to time in the forest where Methuselah lives, either that travelers wander off the path and get lost, or that unsavory characters appear to cause trouble- either way, it’s his responsibility to check it out. He'd noticed the animals acting antsy during his evening rounds- they shuffle nervously, steering clear of a certain large bush. He hesitates a moment, anticipating what he might find, but then grips his staff decisively and pokes it into the bush, parting the branches.

What he finds there is… he’s not sure. Human enough, dressed as if to blend in with the forest- they whip their head to stare at him with wide green eyes, still shiny with tears. Finding unusual creatures is nothing new to him, but whatever Leafy may be he can’t help but see them as a child, his stern expression softening.

Leafy flinches away when they see him, and Methuselah is concerned for a moment. Are they frightened, were they hiding from something dangerous? But they only raise their arm to try and hide their teary face, embarrassment reddening their cheeks. 

“Oh.” They must have been wanting to cry in private. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to…” Methuselah looks abashed himself for interrupting and instinctively pulls back his staff, simply letting the bush close over Leafy again. He backs away for a moment before shaking his head, hopefully shaking some sense back into himself too. He can’t just leave a lost child crying in a bush!

Methuselah steps back in over the branches and bends down, hopefully not still looming, to offer Leafy a hand up. “Come on out of there. I know you didn’t mean to, but you’re scaring the animals.” Well, his social skills have gotten a bit rusty out here, and being comforting was never his strong suit. Methuselah gives Leafy a moment to wipe their eyes before turning, motioning for them to follow. “I’ll make you some hot tea, to soothe the throat. Then, if you like, I can help you find your way to where you need to be. Would you like to tell me about why you’re out here?”

NP- go for whatever you like, but likely reasons for Methuselah to hide would be to observe a suspicious person, or to look at a cool bird

Phecda placed a fresh loaf of blueberry bread on the windowsill of the log house, overlooking a long yard and the forest behind it. He preferred the cabin to the pace of the city, and so did the crows who came to visit him regularly for the food and attention he would give them.

"No, no, you can't have the bread yet," he hummed to the birds that flocked on his patio rail. "Okay, okay. Maybe you can have the end crust."

Phecda carved the end from the bread and tossed it onto his deck. The crows rearranged their perch on the rail, and Phecda noticed something moving in the rose bushes below. He wouldn't have noticed the person if not for that motion, as his green hair blended into the foliage well.

"Is someone there? I don't mind visitors, but you don't have to hide. Why are you here?"

He spotted binoculars in Methuselah's hands, still pointed at the crows.

"Ah, I see! Well, you're in the right place for that, I've been feeding this flock for years. Come in, I can make you some coffee, and you can watch them all you'd like."

@ np, Phecda would likely be trying to hide from anyone who found out he was Phantom since there's a bounty on him. He also would probably hide from anything boring or uneventful, so you can choose whatever you'd like there!

Henry didn’t expect that when he went out on his balcony to cool off in the Winter night, that he would see a strange horse near the front of his house.  It’s white coat was clear against the night’s atmosphere, but he could also see a horn protruding from her forehead. A unicorn, perhaps...?

He quickly got on his bathrobe before heading out. He shouldn’t be surprised at all this magic mishap anymore, but he still does everytime it happens. He ran quickly outside. The unicorn clearly looked quite jumpy and nervous, and clearly didn’t look happy to see him. Henry knew how to approach and ride horses since it was something he grew up with ever sinc he was a young boy, but he never approached a wild horse, especially a unicorn. But he assumed it worked the same way.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you, I swear” he told her, holding his hand out in an attempt to calm her. “If you want shelter, I have a shed large enough to house you. I can bring food and blankets if you need it”. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to have to shelter her, but he was sure he could hide it from his maids and staff if needed. If he could hide an entire alter ego and thief lifestyle, why not an entire unicorn? 

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np - He’d probably hide if he as Baron Noir was running from the police or if someone found out his identity

Tomatoteddy

      Skip was admiring his red gem when he heard shuffling form a jewelry pile nearby. He thought it was some pesky crows. “Hey stupid birds shoo or I’ll eat you!” Skip growled and hissed. He was surprised to see Baron Noir attempting to slink away with some gold. Skip cut him off while he was trying to hide. “Where do you think you’re going buster! Hand over my stuff right now!” 

I could have sworn... Mary placed her hands on her hips as she observed her opened jewellery box. She didn't have much jewellery, but Mary for a fact knew that she had a small set of rings.  Mary had seen them a few hours back... But where did they go? The box must have been opened by someone!
She looked over to Little Lamb, the monster, at her side and raised her eyebrows. "Did you...." but the creature snorted before she could even finish her sentence. No, her accusation. "Of course not," she said with a shake of her head. Mary's lips straightened in an inpatient line as she started to pace around in her campsite. Everything was still there. Sheep wool, firewood, her tent and jewellery box, a strange hole in the ground and her boots. Oh.

Mary's pacing around stopped, and she knelt before the hole in the ground. Signalling Little Lamb to come closer. "Hello?" she yelled in the strange rabbit hole. A flash of blue. She managed to get a glimpse of a creature she'd never seen before. A beast, hidden underground, that was burying her set of rings. "Hey! Wow, wait, those are mine."
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"Of course I hide," Mary said. She was knitting. Her eyes stared at her hands.  Mary's hand moved quickly as they spooled the wool onto the knitting needles, her gaze avoided yours. "I can't return to my old village. Not like this."

^ AWWWW 😭💗💗

(fizzelston small ping since it's been a small bit. don't mind me claiming one of your posts again already UWU)

The meeting had been a less coincidental one this time, though the gentle draw of the mist the deeper Caelestis had ventured through the meadow felt to push more actively than it'd ever seemed previously. He might nearly have gotten lost again, had Mary not stumbled upon him so quickly.

This time, though, he followed her not out and away to the forest so quickly, for he'd carried along a basket with cupcakes and fruits tucked inside with a hope to visit longer. After offering his thanks once more for last time, they sat quietly, peacefully, while she knitted soft wool that must have been sheered with care of her own sheep. What was it to be, he wondered? "I heard rumors in the village," he said quietly, "of someone who vanished many years ago. They speak as well of the mist, and someone distantly familiar within it." Tales of a long-missing woman and her many sheep, the sorts that seemed a fairy tale to any stranger until one realised all the truth that there was to it. "There are those who miss you. Why...?" The urge to pry had taken over, and Caelestis quickly regretted it. Gazing down with a faint grimace, the thought finished in spite of it still. Why do you avoid them so? Why do you hide like this?

It seemed Mary understood the question nonetheless.

He looked back up with soft eyes. The air around her shifted strangely in a constant aura, with colorful tentacles reaching up from her back and around her neck. It was elegant, in a manner. Perhaps he himself had gotten a little too used to such things to consider properly. "Pardon my encroachment with all this, truly. But certainly some would understand?" He reasoned. "The sheep are lovely and fine companions, but is it lonely still, sometimes? A kind woman such as you deserves happiness as any other." At the same time, Caelestis felt it would be best to push any remonstration no farther. The air was too thick, too sad and heavy now.

Finally, he reached lightheartedly to the basket instead. "Cupcake? They are… very lemon, I will warn you."

for NP: caelestis could be hiding from just about anything, frankly. tailing someone suspicious or curious, planning a stealth attack on any enemy, hiding from the law, from some other pursuer that he provoked, hiding from children trying to play with him, hiding his identity to get into somewhere he doesn't belong, etc. hopefully the possibilities don't make it harder, but go wild, basically LMAO

( v HEHEH quite an impression there for both of them probably. I LOVED THAT SM. gotta see if i can gather up the writing brain cells again for a follow-up 😩😩✨ btw too slightly off-topic but gonna take this chance to say like i was reading through yska's profile for the first time a few days ago and i was WOWED like WHAT a cool and well-written character and concept!!! never felt so tempted to leave a comment but i chickened out ig 😭 )

( ^EEEEE THANK U SO MUCH that means a lot to me, i love caelestis a lot and think he is so cool so i am HOnored)

claim Solaestial - pinging just in case cause it's been a week! finally i get to claim caelestis eeeee......

It's dark in the alley. Thin curls of smoke drift into the air from the tip of Jüri's cigarette, accompanied by the diaphanous wisps of his visible breath. It was a frigid night. Silent and brooding as ever, the man puffs out a cloud of smoke and vapor... and listens with interest to the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. The snow crunches loudly under the shoes of this stranger, and Jüri wonders whether whoever-it-is will slip on the ice and give him some entertainment for the night. Evidently, though, this individual is sure of foot: they smoothly round the corner, dip into the alleyway, and now stand before him, tucked flat against the opposing wall. Jüri regards the stranger silently at first, his gaze stony, but amusement faintly tilts his scarred lips.

"What, playing tag this time of night?" he rumbles, casually knocking some ash off the tip of his cigarette. However, something about Caelestis piques Jüri's interest. He squints at the stranger in the dim light- only a nearby street lamp provides any illumination, blanketing the dirty snow in a haze of dull yellow. The newcomer's shirt is torn, thick blood clotting the fabric. It's fresh and flowing- he can see the wetness of it, glinting in the lamplight. Almost imperceptibly, his gaze softens. Just a little bit.

"You're hurt. Get over here. Sit on the step," he instructs, stepping aside so that Caelestis can have somewhere to sit that isn't entirely covered in slush. He discards his cigarette, the flame extinguishing once it hits the snowy ground. Something about his voice gives little room to be contrary- he clearly expects Caelestis to listen to him, and his demeanor is rather commanding as a result.

Kneeling down, Jüri inspects the injury, tearing the ruined shirt to get better access. It's a rather gruesome cut, long and deep, certainly from a fearsome weapon of some sort. He presses his hand, then, flat against the wound. Sticky blood covers his palm, his fingers; his reaction is entirely impassive. Evidently, he does this a lot. Slowly, Caelestis's flesh begins to knit itself back together beneath his curative touch. Of course, Caelestis could have done this himself... but Jüri certainly wasn't aware of the extent to which his healing magic was unnecessary here.

"What exactly are you getting into out here? You look like someone tried to fillet you, for fuck's sake," the healer remarks, his tone chiding. Up close like this, he gets a better feel for the stranger's features. To be sure, he's so beautiful it's almost otherworldly. Jüri doesn't put much stock in beauty, but it was impossible to not notice, in this case. Moreover, he's so pale that the healer wonders whether his blood loss is worse than it looks. Overall, there's something odd about him, other than the whole 'getting slashed by some horrible knife at night' conundrum. Yes, when their gazes meet- hazel against luminous gold- Jüri has the feeling that whoever this is, there's more to him than meets the eye. And he's not sure he wants any part of it.

After a minute or so, Caelestis's wound closes. All that is left is the blood, smearing his skin, drenching his shirt. Jüri removes his hand and flicks some of the blood off, scattering carmine droplets into the snow. Then he stands, apparently unaware or uncaring that it is somewhat rude and awkward to simply loom over someone and talk down to them. A few quiet seconds pass.

"On your way, then. Don't get into more trouble."

NP: jüri can be doing anything from hiding during an active battle to something like hiding during a busy party/social event to avoid the annoyances of socializing. follow your heart!
( v TEEHEE ISOLDE JURI FRIENDSHIP)

(imma bounce off the same story you have going here. you've established such a wonderful atmosphere already! huehuehue)

Mr. Pritt watched as Isolde was out there.... Talking to the medic he hired... Jealousy grew over Pritt. I mean, Pritt and the few of Isolde's sponsor put this gather for her, in her honor. Pritt even went as far as to hire medics and a security team. Because he knew there were crazies out there that'll probably hurt his precious Isolde... The glittered man noticed how much interest she'd taken over such a simple medic man too... But he knew why... The medic dude he hired was tall, young, and handsome... Something Pritt was not, obviously... Pritt really was hoping to get a chance to speak to Isolde some more during this party... And when she finally made her way back into the party to gather refreshments or food for him out there Mr. Pritt introduces himself again to her. "My dear Isolde, the lady of the hour. I threw this lavish party for you." Partly true, it was honestly a team effort, but Pritt wanted to say anything to win her favor of course. "Don't you love it? I particularly request the decor here to match your beautiful ocean eyes, my dearest." He was literally the embodiment of the reason why she didn't like social gatherings. "Dearest Isolde, I must introduce to you a self made man, like myself! He is an intellectual. Can play the cello quite well I've been told. He has great taste in style and fashion too. You'll love his company. He is a therapist I believe. Goes by the name of, Renard Passacaille." As Pritt was trying to get her to meet Ren, and trying to get Ren to meet her, she must have slipped. To somewhere he does not know... It was as if she was hiding from him? Preposterous! Hiding from someone else he was sure... But who? Pritt was determined to find her! He even paid his personal security guards and a few of the wait staff to try and locate her. 

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np: go nuts. Pritt will hide from anyone and anything. He's a coward. if he isn't all gussy up, he won't even attend a fancy social gathering and will be hiding.

v (my gawd i love the reply! LOL!! loved how you described his handkerchief! he is SOooo extra! engraved name and jewels and all! LOL!!)

"Ooo, fancy!" Catherine said as the doors opened to the venue where a celebration was being held in honor of a well-known composer. She was invited by her friend; she didn't want to come at first but was convinced after her friend told her about the high-quality desserts that would be served at the ceremony. She entered the venue and was greeted by luxurious interior design and soothing orchestral music, but there was only one thing on her mind right now. "Alright, friend later, desserts NOW!" Like a wolf stalking its prey, she started scouting the area for those delicious desserts. It didn't take too long before she found the dessert section and happily strutted towards her goal.

Unfortunately, her strut was cut short as she bumped into one of the esteemed guests at the ceremony. "Whoops, my ba-" but before she could even properly apologize, the glittery gentleman was already leaving in a hurry. He seemed frustrated about something; she heard angry mumbles about a lady and a medic as he passed by. "Well, that was weird. Huh, what's this?" The glittery gentleman seemed to have dropped an item, "Oh, it's a handkerchief!" The handkerchief was maroon and covered with shiny jewels and sparkling glitter; it also had golden engravings with fancy lettering that formed the owner's name. "Mr. Pritt, that's his name! Well, it can't be THAT hard to find him; he's covered in glitter!" She chuckled to herself as her search began. She searched through the bustling crowds for that glittering gentleman, but alas, her search quickly ended as soon as she remembered her purpose for being at the event. "Gah! How can someone be that shiny and be so good at hiding?!" she grunted. "Oh well, I'm just going to give this to the security; I'm sure they can find him."

NP: She will go into hiding when she encounters a horde of fans (especially without bodyguards), stalker/s, or maybe she pranked someone so hard that they want a payback. 

v (mah hartt, its being overwhelmed with wholesome feelingss, love this so much! QwQ)

Mung Bean was very excited. He trotted down the sidewalk as fast as his tiny legs could carry him until he came to a rolling stop in front of a little stand. His large saucer eyes stared up at the man scooping creamy treats. Every since the man had dropped one and Mung Bean ate some, he came back every Monday to wait for another. He slowly blinked his eyes one at a time. It was quite concerning. However the man at the stand placed a tiny ice cream filled cup on the sidewalk for Mung Bean. He was so thrilled. He took his treat and attempted to walk down the sidewalk, sadly the cup obscured most of poor Mung Bean's vision.

His tiny legs carried him to his favorite spot. It was a small little junk pile behind a local canned tuna factory. As he sat down next to his special dumpster to dig in to his melted ice cream, he heard a clattering inside. He jumped, fluffing into a tiny black ball, cream coating his tiny face. A girl's face peered through the dumpster lid and she crawled out, disgusted and seemingly irritated. Her bright hair was dirty, she had stains on her pretty clothes, and she smelled like tuna. Mung Vean never understood how that'd be an issue though. As she looked over at little Mung Bean he tooted in fear. Embarrassed, Mung Bean trembled, his eyes growing larger. In his mind this person could be an ally of the raccoons! What if she stole his cream?

"Mew!" Mung Bean attempted to sound menacing. He failed.

Leading lost souls away from the mortal plane is a taxing job. As proud as she is to have such an important duty, it almost always leaves Noira feeling quite drained, and she needed a moment to relax. The night was still young, and she wanted to spend more time taking in the serene atmosphere that the moonlit sky offered her. Noira took sanctuary in a public park that was devoid of visitors at this hour, a faint yellow glow emanating from parts of her body as she walked.

She sat at a dimly lit bench after a while and started to take out a book to read, until her moment of peace was overtaken by a feeling of tension. Noira was being watched. She could feel someone or something's gaze affixed onto her, judging her appearance, her movements, possibly even reading her thoughts. She knew this feeling all too well, but still disliked it. Noira set her book down and stood up, surveying for anyone who might be spying on her, initially failing to spot anyone spying on her. She could still sense that she wasn't alone, and as she slowly knelt to look beneath the bench she was sitting on, she caught sight of two big eyes reflecting the golden light that radiated from her, and jumped back in surprise, uttering a small "Ah!".

The eyes that stared back at Noira also leapt from under the bench, in reaction to her own shock. The eyes belonged to a small cat that would otherwise completely blend in with the darkness of the night, if not for his huge eyes. Having been just as startled as Noira was, the cat's fur bristled out, making him resemble a ball with eyes that remained locked on the woman. After realizing that he was this cat was the one who was watching her, Noira was able to calm herself. She slowly knelt down to avoid further scaring the feline and greeted him with a kind smile.

"Hi there, little one. I'm very sorry for spooking you."

For NP: Noira usually hides from others when she wants to relax, or to eat something, since she doesn't want others to see her eat with her stomach mouth. She might also hide if she needs to resist evil spirits trying to control her. Have fun.