"So you're some kinda renegade? Rebel automaton?" Sarangerel paces small circles around Unnamed, tail waving plaintively behind her as she pulls her hair back into a loose ponytail.
"Can't say I'm unfamiliar with the concept, but I never thought I'd meet one face-to-face. I'ss'an honor," she slurs, making it a bit hard to tell if she's entirely taking herself seriously. Her hand extends itself towards him before quickly retracting, valuing the current attachment of her fingers over all else. "Gotta take guts to rebel against the system like that. Real impressed, sir." It's practically spat out between clenched teeth, but the shine in her eyes betrays her gruff facade.
"There're better people in the world to serve than a bunch'a corrupt hoity toity losers thinkin' they're hot shit 'cause of some title. We're all better than we think."
It's Time For A Game, Kids
i believe this is pretty self explanatory, post IC and have your OC say what they like about the OC above them. be sure to give more than two-word answers tho! im sure you wouldnt like that if some put that low of an effort into a reply to your oc. you dont have to write paragraphs either just - yknow, a response that has effort into it!
lets mcfreakin lose it!!!
"A researcher of sorts, hmm?" Dij smiled, giving a slight nod - though more to himself than Sarangerel. "Mmm, very nice. Now, I don't understand half of those words you spouted off, about being heiress to who-cares and warrior of whatsit, but I can respect an intellectual. Very useful folks, your type - digging through ancient shit and shifting through stuff I can't bother with, and usually deliverin' me reports on important stuff. I appreciate that kinda hard work and dedication. It's an admirable trait.
"So... you mind sharing some of that knowledge with me? Fancy me with a description of some neat thingy-majig you dug up. Dazzle me with the history of this 'fallen empire' you spend so much time frettin' over. I like stories, and I like stories with meaning, and I like stories with history. Sounds like you've got droves of all three, yeah?"
Valentina understands that Dija underneath, wants the best for people, and Valentina understands. "I've bee-yn ostraycised, abused n; hated for mah personality- n' ah understand, but it still hurts when deep down ah want thuh bettermost for thuh people in yer life. That's sumthin' ya kayn relate t'. Though ah'm not sayin' ah like ya, Dija, but ah kayn respect that, at least."
“I wouldn’t be the type to partake in the dark art of necromancy, but it certainly fits you. You have the presence for it,” Myre states it matter-of-factly, not looking up from what he was writing. “And you are ambitious as well, which certainly doesn’t hurt when it comes to following in an expert’s footsteps. I’m sure your higher-ups will take that into consideration as you rise up the ranks. More power to you.”
Myre shuts the journal with an aire of finality. “You still have the shine in your eyes denoting your youthful thirst for knowledge. I don’t believe you are meant to lose that, so please... defend that with every last fibre of your body. You are going to do just fine.”
"Gotta say, you're plenty attractive." Alex could hardly let that be unsaid, adding a laugh. "Though, loyalty like your is a good trait. Somethin' I can appreciate, at least. Even if it's to some government. Could use people like you in the crew."
That being said, though, Alex knew it would be a fat chance for anyone like that to just abandon their life to believe in the Saints. "Ever find yourself wantin' a night to just go wild, give me a call, yeah?"
"Oh Oi love me some fame, " the crooked thief said. How he managed to get inside Chloe's dressing room, and what he was planning with some of her jewelry he tightly holder in his hands was a mystery. Or not. Nonetheless, the crook didn't expect the popstar back this early. He lend against one of her dressing tables. Armed with a lazy smile. "Aye, Oi can admire yer for dat, bein' rich and all. And yer still managed to be pure by 'eart." His smile grew a bit. "Good people are rare dis times."
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Roswell laughs as he made some dismissing hand/wave gestures. "Wat do yer mean yer don't understan' a ward av what oi'm sayin'! Oi'm are clearly intelligable, " he said with a big grin. "But please praise me more, " he continued. "Oive deserve it." He totally ignoring the fact that she called him old a few seconds ago.
"Oh wooow! You're that guy Mr. Rivers always brings up!" Annie gasped, her eyes growing wide with awestruck sparkles. "A thief with an eye patch? In an oldtime-y city? You're like something straight out of a video game! That's so cool! You've got so much detail that makes you stand out from the others. And your accent!" she squealed. "I can't understand a word you're saying! I love it so much! And there's always the fact that..." she drifted off and put her hands on her blushing cheeks while looking away. It was eerily reminiscent of a certain thief. "You're way older too~"
"Holy crud, I've always really looked up to skilled gamers! You even have a Switch, holy sh--I mean, shoot! Woah, not to mention your fashion sense is absolutely BANGIN'!" Sting's single eye lit up, his tail wiggling a little like a dog. "You've got like, this air of confidence about you, like you could kick my as--TAIL any day... in Team Fortress 2, at least." The dragon looked away with an awkward laugh, before immediately jumping back to that excitable exterior. "Teach me your ways, unless you have no time to waste on a pleb like me..."
Cobra stared blankly at the dragon before him for several moments, registering the splash of colors flailing around in his eyes. Meeting Chalk's gaze, he remembered this wasn't the oddest person he'd ever met or who ever existed. However; her very warm appearance put any sense of danger out of his mind and he said, "you seem like a loyal sort. We need more of you in the world, 'stead of all these little shites." He was making an attempt at a compliment, gesturing vaguely to the horizon. Few things gave him comfort, but weirdly, Chalk's presence did. He had no words for that.
"Though I highly disagree with your actions and the way you see the world. However, I do admire your will, skills, and tactics. I could have used a soldier like you on my team. One so highly trained." Marcus wraps his arms around the vigilante and pats his chest hard, "You're a good man you follow what you believe to be right. That fire and determination. That motivation that is inside you, reminds me of a younger me. It's the burning light we all wished we still had."
"A bit prehistoric when it comes to what you consider a man should be, huh?" Marcus, a man of a same name, ran his index finger over the linings of his glove. "I work with men like you everyday and I assure you that feminine attributes like well kept hair and perhaps makeup don't make the man." He chuckles, feeling the need to show off superiority somehow.
He didn't feel threatened, just found it would be fun to show him up. He liked playing games and proving people wrong. HOWEVER, this man did remind him of a good friend and felt he might not be absolutely awful to work with if they ever had.
"I do find your perseverence despite your mental affliction...admirable. You seem strong in spirit and not the kind to veer away from talking about it. I guess that's one thing you have me beat on."