Damien does it get frustrating when people can't tell what you're thinking, or misunderstand you? Also side question- favorite fish dish?
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Ava flushed at the question and hid her face to hide a smile before lowering her hands, "Oh uhm... we were at this party in college. She was dancing in the living room and was... wow. Ori really lights up a room. I'm not a big party animal but we still like to go out, travel and stuff. It's a lot of fun discovering new places together."
So it'll go like this: A person posts a question to the above user's OC. Then, after a new person posts a question, the first person edits their post to have an answer.
Something like
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Person A: (posts a question to the above person) Person B: Does (person A) like cupcakes? |
then Person A edits their post so it's like
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Person A: (posts a question to the above person) Person B: Does (person A) like cupcakes? Person C: Could (person B) defeat Goku in a fight? |
then
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Person A: (posts a question to the above person) Person B: Does (person A) like cupcakes? Person C: Could (person B) defeat Goku in a fight? |
EDIT: Try and ask questions that lead to the development of characters!
EDIT2: Cant believe this needs to be said, but make your posts legible!!!!
EDIT3: Also. Read the person's profile before you ask a question!
Follow these rules or I'll implement a banlist!
I'll edit this post to include a response to the next person's question, once somebody posts!
(re: "Do you enjoy sitting in a garden to relax?")
"A garden? Pfeh! What kind of pansy-ass garbage is that? Lemme tell you how I relax! A warm, musty couch, some snacks, and video games! Hah!" ((But to be honest, she might enjoy just lounging around under a tree on a hot day))
"Having a rich family grants people the ability to obtain many things without a second thought. What was something you really wanted, but couldn't have?"
"I won't deny, you are quite a long-winded individual, Mr. Verticillaster - if you don’t mind me referring to you as such - though it seems to be required in whatever field of discipline you occupy. Not that this is any sort of complaint whatsoever, I just find it entertaining how you paint an entire tapestry before focusing on the subject. And even then, said subject is so elaborately presented.” Thane almost chuckles a bit at the thought.
"Now, onto your question, I suppose.” A burst of steam jets from his vents, his own version of a human’s heavy exhale. The question put towards him was admirably formidable. “I can't say that I'm immensely special in any regard, despite the hand I've been dealt. Addressing that, I think it's appropriate for me to acknowledge that I don't have any right to feed off of anyone's souls. It was never something that I wished for, however at the same time, when we come into being do we ever ask to be to begin with? That's not to say I am justified in the way I survive, but it is clear that it is a part of me that I cannot help. I am a construct formed by the hands of a single man, and humans being so flawed already, there is no doubt that what they create will be flawed as well.”
He smooths his wide palm over the arch of his porcelain skull. “I will admit, despite the century and change I've lived, there is still much I have yet to learn about myself. It took so much time to get this far already, but that is a part of life, discovering oneself. Of course, this is no excuse, but I feel like inexperience does lend hesitation in regards to certain things. Although I can control when I absorb souls, truthfully I am uncertain to what degree I can manage it. I don't know if it something I can ultimately stop. This parasitic process had occurred several times before I had enough awareness to reign in this, ah...,” silver brows furrowed slightly as he groped for an appropriate word, “…quirk. I will admit, I haven't made an active effort to ultimately stop, but I can't say I've been in the state of mind to take such a risk in a very long time.
"I would like to address that suicide would not be an appropriate response to my state of being, regardless. Imagine Sisyphus happy. When one is dealt a certain hand, the best thing is to make do and find purpose in it. Once again I am unafraid to state that I am flawed, and possibly even moreso, given how I came to be, but I believe I've found my compromise. I've chosen to use my curse to protect others from the more malevolent beings existing in the ethereal plane and take them onto myself. The concept of justice is relative, which is why I try to do so sparingly. I justify my existence by aiding those I care for and those who need it. It's simple... possibly even trivial, but sometimes one doesn't need an elaborate agenda with which to proceed through life.
"I hope this has answered your question, Mr. Verticillaster. That was certainly an intriguing question to address. This would be the first time I've covered such a topic with the depth I have. I think it's helped me put a lot into better perspective, and for that I'm thankful. You have a nice day, sir."
It's all good! That was a fun time! I hope I managed a worthwhile answer
(OOC) If you were to spend a day under literally any lifestyle that you've seen in any living being, with that day as a 'vacation' where you're off any of your current responsibilities, which would you choose?
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These are too many questions at once for Alice to properly register them. Though nerviously, he begins to think his answer.
Bag? What bag- Oh, is that really what he has? Alice was about to consider that it was just his head and he'd have accepted it. "I don't know you enough to recognize you, but I suppose... I suppose that if no one else wears the same bag, then I could associate it with you." a part of him wants to see what's under the bag, out of some morbid curiosity, but he stops himself from trying.
He shakes his head. "I've met fairies, but I don't know any ancestors..." he plays with his fingers. "I would love to meet one...! It would be great."
He lost track of the last couple questions, though he's somewhat alarmed. There is something simultaneously familiar and terrifying from what he can hear, but he can't hear much. It intrigues him, and it's really not a good idea to push it, but he would because he's stupid as hell.
"What a fascinating person you are. Oh, I have so many questions! :) Does my bag make it easier for you to recognize me? :) Have you ever met anyone other than your family that is a coordinator fairy? :) One last question, are you able to read my mind? What thoughts are in my head right now, I wonder? :)"
"He's very much still alive. :) I've met his son, who got the same elixir I did, but I don't know if he turned out like that before or after meeting me. Or if others have gone through the same fate. :) The scientist is strong, but I can take him. It's his son that I'm careful around. :)"
"Tell me, creature... Do you know what became of that scientist and his ghastly concoctions? Was he another of your victims, or is he still at large? And do you know if any others ended up like you as a result of his machinations? ...I shudder at the thought."
[OHH HECCKK I just managed to put 2 & 2 together there re: the scientist and his son & who the son is aaa :0 :0 ]
"Have I changed? Yes. Would I have chosen a different path? No, I don't think I would. The life of a divine councilor is one most limited. Freedom of thought and action are but distant dreams to those who still serve our deities. You must do things their way and never challenge a thing they tell you, no matter how inefficient their methods seem. No... that is not the life for me.
When I first fell I was filled with such righteous anger. The injustice my divine brethren had to face in their subservience! My, I wanted to tear down the very heavens. What purpose did those structures serve anyway? The old models of cosmic maintenance were so clearly outdated and unsuited to the growing demands modern world. I had much loftier goals for humanity. I wanted to run the world my way, by helping human run it themselves.
Now? That anger has gone, but my dream remains... at least in part, tempered by millennia. I've learned that anything is possible in enough time. I use my influence to the betterment of human economies and quality of life, and my reach has grown so broad I am spearheading the new technological revolution. I can be the diving force behind the delineation of this universe. And that is exciting.
So would I have behaved differently in order to avoid my original fall? Never in a million years."
[crispin!!!! not everything has to be you talking up your brand!!!! god he's abysmal.]
[to answer your question a little more honestly, his anger did play into it, but his ambition was the main thing that lead to his fall. He hasn't gotten any less ambitious, even if it means having to adjust to a more human version of the idea. Not to say he doesn't resent his exile-- he totally does, a fallen angel is always going to me miserable without that connection to their true purpose. Hence the anger at why he had to fall instead of his lofty ideas being listed to. But if they weren't going to listen to him, he'd rather choose his own path.
As for how he's actually changed? He's gotten a lot less naive at a lot more clever. But also a lot more self interested? He used to be more idealistic than he is now, that's for sure.]
(OOC) How much do you think you've changed over the course of the centuries after you were exiled? Do you think the current you would avoid the troubles that got you exiled in the first place, or do you think you'd have taken the same path?
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He can never believe he's willing to spend his precious time answering to such mundane questions, but he'd have to admit this does give him some room for thought. It's funny, he has a long relationship with what's considered to be 'mortal'.
"Depends on what you want to refer as 'mortal'. There's the literal meaning of mortal and what usually happens, which is that the essence of the person never really dies, it just jumps from one reality to another. Of course, most if not all of these people never really know that this happens." he explains, with a hint of impatience and a lot of arrogance.
"In the case I explained, I think that's just the course of existence. A course that I wish not to take part in, now that I know it exists. I guess I pity them, but at the same time, they really don't know better, they don't know what kinds of mistakes they're going to make over and over again. It doesn't matter to them, why should it matter to me?"
"Now, to the literal meaning of mortal... You know, I'm not gonna get into too much detail, but I used to not worry that much about how or when I'd get hurt, or how or when I'd waste my one mortal life. Ironic, isn't it? I understand more closely now, as a human, how fragile life is in general. I lost track of it for a while, and being reminded everyday that it's much more work than previously thought... It's not anything I can't do," he quickly adds, "but I know it's not easy for everyone else."
Really though, he might envy mortals a little bit. Like, they can be done with it anytime, and yet he has been around for so long that he's not sure anymore, on what he feels and what he'd like to be.
(ooc) How do you feel about mortals in general?
"While I love my birds as though they are my children, the remorse never truly leaves, even with them. I loved my subjects like children, too. I was someone they loved, and respected. That part of me is gone now."
[OOC] Are you happy as you are now? Do your Pigeons make you happy at all? Or can you not shake the regret and the loneliness that exile has given you?
(OOC) Is anyone helping you? If not, would you accept any help? (Left vague on purpose, could be helping with a specific thing, or in general)
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He sighs. heavily. Hold his nose bridge for a couple seconds, with his eyes closed. Then, he sighs some more.
"It's nothing recommendable to want to do things then they're impossible. I've long since resigned from having any sort of goal, long term at least." you never know what's gonna happen, right?
But he knows, he knows, he knows. What's gonna happen is that nothing's gonna happen. He's not gonna be here soon. He knows this. He had both the best and worst luck. He's sick, and he's sick of being like this. If he had one opportunity it would be to be free, but not even he knows what he wants to be free of. It's not something about wealth or his status in society, it's both complex and simple. It's different.
"I read the newspaper, keep up with the current ideological waves, read plenty of books, the usual boring stuff." he says with a heavy hint of snark. He doesn't really feel passionate about anything, at least not that he can recall.
"What are your goals, or what motivates you? What kind of things are you passionate about, if anything?"
“There’s really nothing complicated about the next steps. Finding him is the only troublesome part, but once I do, I’ll simply end that pitiful life like we should have years ago. Afterward it’s just business as usual for the Cartel without the extra stress of this lingering side problem.” He shakes his head with a scoff. “You must be terribly misguided if you think I haven’t already thought things out in the finest detail already. I could describe in graphic detail exactly what my next steps will be once I get my hands on that whelp, but I suspect this environment has some... standards regarding such topics.”
"After you find your brother, what exactly would your plans be? I know revenge sounds great and all, darling, but you have to have some sort of idea what your next steps are."
"No, no, I don't kill people. I never take enough energy in one go to do that, and energy replenishes itself so it's definitely a mutualistic relationship~ And no, I've never been arrested. I'm not that kind of bad girl, darling~"
"You seem really focused on your own personal gains more than anything else..has there ever been someone special that you've grown attached to that perhaps messed with your typical way of thinking, like someone you fell in love with? If there was, what did you do? If there wasn't, and that happened, what WOULD you do?"
"Honestly, I'm.. not too sure about the exact details of the organisation, or the first one, for that matter - I know I was, uh.. really.. young, and.. stuff." She faltered. The tight expression in Amber's face indicated that she was deep in thought, almost as if she was struggling to uncover the memories she was after; it was clear that she wasn't physically able to look back on certain parts of her past, even if she was adamant. "I think they wanted me as a sort of 'weapon', or something.. they often refer to me as such, and they rarely use my name, if at all. As far as I know, they haven't taken anyone else. I know they were after the 'omicron', whatever that means. I don't know if that's me, or what - they won't tell me anything, and whatever they've told me in the past didn't stay in there. They praise me for following orders, though, and it makes them happy when I use my abilities for them - although, they make me take this medicine that makes me really hazy when I do too much, and it makes me feel really tired and sick. I don't like it."