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Tired of those good ol' threads that give you directions? Does reading hurt your eyes? Do you just wanna do whatever? WELL, do we have a thread for you!
There are genuinely no guidelines for this thread. Your OC can say or do whatever to the above OC! Please, no NSFW. Remember to keep triggering topics under a spoiler, guys.
... uh, go wild lol
EDIT 6/5: Please make sure your response is at least a minimum of 4 sentences. Of course, that means 4 sentences of effort! . Be clever, be funny. We want everyone to get something good!
Misk’ya held his eyes open cautiously, he was no fool, but since hearing the stories he had grown more than intrigued in this young-man’s powers. “They say you’re more than just a simple florist,” Misk’ya continued, as he stood before the pale white-haired man with a small smile. “Though, I’ve heard you would argue otherwise…” He made sure to maintain eye contact to the best of his ability, since that was how he could keep his own power functioning - the power to gain kindness, overwhelmingly so. It worked best when the other person was looking right into his eyes, even without direct contact it still effected them. The only way he could stifle his own powers would to be if he closed his eyes. Though that was a silly idea now, and besides, he had little doubts this florist was “evil.”
“I wanted to commission you to make me something, it’s for a friend of mine. The message would be kept here until he arrives, I’m sure it won’t be long after I leave.“ Misk’ya dug his hand into his one of his fur-lined pockets. “I’d like that you tell him a false lead. It’s for a game we’re playing together, like hide-and-seek, but on a much greater scale…” He pulled out a few gold coins and laid them on the counter for Haru to take. The kid didn’t know if that would be enough to convince the young man... “Also, if I could get a coffee along with that, it would be wonderful - decaf, with cream and sugar please!”
It was a cold winter afternoon, the air still and frigid, and Pony could see ephemeral wisps of breath tumbling into the air with each exhale. Today, he was wearing no mask, medical or otherwise- he wasn't expecting to see anyone, and hadn't since he'd left the house. He came to this spot often. A woodland pond, frozen over now, with a dusting of powder snow on everything. He carried with him a portable fold-out easel and canvases, along with more art supplies in a many-pocketed rucksack. The lieutenant was well-prepared for the cold, a parka framing his head in a halo of russet faux fur. As he approached the pond, snow crunching underfoot, he noticed something peculiar. There was a young man there, standing by the pond, with some items on the picnic bench beside him. Pony immediately felt uneasy. He hadn't prepared for this; he hadn't expected to see anyone, to have to share his private time and special place with someone else. He wasn't sure how he'd manage to concentrate, painting for who knows how long with another person lingering around nearby. At the same time, he couldn't just... turn around and leave. That would be incredibly weird, Pony thought, and so he continued to approach the frozen body of water with a bit of a pit in his stomach.
Hearing Pony's footsteps, the man by the picnic bench turned around. At this time, the lieutenant observed what exactly was on the bench- art supplies? So, a fellow artist was here. That made Pony feel a bit better, though he was still uncertain. However, once he met Misk'ya's gaze, something inside him seemed to relax. It was bizarre, but he had a sense that this person would not judge him, would not make him uncomfortable or give him any reason to feel like he had to leave. A clinging discomfort remained at the fact that he was wearing no mask, but for once, it was easy to push this thought aside. With this, Pony approached at a reasonable distance, unfolding his easel and settling a canvas on it.
"... Another artist, right?" the man asked, with some trepidation. Normally, he'd be assailed with all manner of nagging thoughts: of course he's an artist, there are art supplies. That was a weird thing to say. He's going to think you're some kind of creep. Why are you even out here? However, this time, none of that happened. Something here allowed Pony to relax, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. With a pause, he added, "I've brought a lot of paint, and more canvases, but they're small... if you'd like to try painting, feel free to ask and I'll see what I've got... I just came to paint the pond. The snow is beautiful today."
"We meet again." NV stood behind Pony, looking down at him with a single exposed eye and a cold gaze. They'd been so silent in their approach it was almost as if they had appeared there out of nowhere. Digging their hands in their pocket, they moved to sit down besides him, yet looked onward into the distance, where people walked around in their daily routines.
"It's suffocating, isn't it?" That same line they'd replied to him with long ago. "This feeling of inferiority. It's suffocating." Another pause. "All those people live such complicated lives. Some are getting off work, some never worked a day in their lives, some are meeting friends. Today is the best day ever for someone, and at the same time it's the worst day for another. They all live so differently, but all we can keep thinking of is if we'd make things worse. In a way, doesn't that feel arrogant? To assume we would get their attention and alter any importance in their day?" They shook their head. "It only makes the stakes higher for us. It should be natural to blend in and be forgotten. If we're noticed, that means something's wrong. Something's wrong with us, and that's a suffocating position to be in."
NV looked at Pony. "What a shame that you can't see your perks," they mumbled. "Such a nice jawline and smooth skin with a gaze so piercing. You could make people swoon if you wanted to. But you're like me. All those fears and doubts eat away at any shred of positivity. Suffocating, suffocating. Maybe watching people at a distance will help." They resumed their people-watching before adding, "Maybe looking at me will help, too. You only cover your face, I cover everything. That means there's still time for you to breathe again. Or. Maybe you'll look just like me soon. Company would be nice."
(claim! skipping whoever blocked me just bc I can I guess??)
Rupert looks to NV. "That's a nice jacket you've got there," he says in a deep, gruff voice. "You think you can help me get back home?"
The drone looked at Isolde. “You know what, I’m tired of this shit. Look, I was kinda forced in this other form during the military and was wiped off my memories of that era.” The drone then changed its expression to an more worried look. “The only way I know that information was when I delivered food for a ex-veteran, in which he told me about that.” It then went off-topic, changing its mood. “Anyways you wanted something?”
The drone looked at Rupert. “Just looked at your name, is it Prince Rupert or just Rupert?” the drone looked confused, “is Prince just your first name or are you actually a Prince? Just never seen anyone in royality this close.”
((replying to nba))
As Mira was walking, she suddenly heard the sound of small, whirring blades high above. Not having heard this sound before, was quick to look up at what it was. "Oh my gosh! Is that a UFO?!" She squinted even closer, seeing it appeared to be a head. Noticing it was quick to continue on its trek, the girl was quick to fish through her bag for a camera. She then turned it on and without even bothering to spend her time there was a * click* and the photo was taken. "Finally, I will be believed!"
Alas though, poor Mira! She suffered the same fate as any other person who took a picture of a ufo, the dreaded potato quality that made it hard to see the object in the picture. "Damn it!" She said, looking at her picture. " That's the last time I buy a camera from Wish.com. "
ramyune (cause they were skipped)
Virgil watched the performance going on with a smile, he always enjoyed listening to other musicians when he could. As the performance came to an end, Virgil stood up with several other audience members to applaud the harpist on stage. After several minutes people were filtering out of the venue or going to the nearest bar for a drink, the green eyed male however approached the stage and put some money in the donation box that was located near the stage for the act of the evening.
He gave a smile at Isolde. "You play beautifully, and the fact you composed the songs yourself is incredible; I play guitar myself but have always been fascinated by other instruments as well." He said before giving a soft chuckle.
"Anyway, I just wanted to compliment you on your musical talents, I won't take anymore of your time up, I'm sure your a busy person. I wish you the very best for the future." He said with a gentle smile.
Virgil was wandering around an abandoned village which he had heard had many stories of the paranormal and supernatural about it, and he had to admit he was rather curious to see if the rumours were true. With equipment in hand, and more in the backpack he had on, the green eyed male scanned the area looking for any signs of anomalies. The EMF reader in his hand blinked a couple of times before spiking all the way to red. He took a couple of steps back and walked forward again, testing to see if the spike was from any pipes or electrical equipment, but the spiking stopped. So....something was here? The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end.
To his right he heard a creek and turn his head towards it. "Hello?" He asked but got no response. Sighing softly he continued to sweep the area, before he caught sight of a figure to his left and jumped; startled by the sudden appearance. He blinked and saw that it was just another person, he exhaled in relief and gave a laugh. "Geez, you scared the crap out of me." He said with a smile, his hand still on his chest, in a feeble attempt to calm his heartbeat from the scare. "I didn't think anyone else would be here, are you looking for evidence of the paranormal too?" He asked.
Guys, just as a reminder, please put effort into your responses. 1-2 sentence responses aren’t what we’re looking for here.
"You must be careful, communing with the dead..." Mina's voice was soft, in spite of the warning. After all, however, her work as a scribe did not exclude tending to the deceased of Hirvedan nobility, though as rare as it was, as behind the temple grounds was a vast cemetary. It was just a hop and a skip, though some of the graves were... empty. Ritual cannibalism and all that. She was no stranger to it herself, albeit with explicit permission, and also albeit she baked the flesh with honey and grain.
But now, she lounged before Virgil, a bit nervous of him in spite of her words. The height was one thing. Height and deft hands. She was no fighter, admittedly, her health too delicate to really stand up to anyone. At least he was kind, or so she had hoped, not helping but to keep wary as she continued on.
"The dead like song, good for you." she droned on, "It is only the search for them without apparent goal that I worry for. The dead are also tricky. They seep into your soul -- not possessing of it, but remaining there, only. It is good to be strong, as you are. But still cautious. Sing them a hymn from their time. It is the only way to soothe them."