"I can't say I'm familiar with..." A pause. Kanaye sucks on his cheek, swaying gently on his heels to hide his nerves. "... I can't say I'm familiar with wherever you're from, but... You've... You've changed since your youth, haven't you?" His voice seems quieter than usual, hands deep somewhere within his sleeves as he examines Otto. There's a look on his face that he can't pinpoint, and the energies he gives off have the hair on the back of Kanaye's neck standing up- but it's not like he doesn't have that effect on people, either. Maybe it's a kindred spirits sort of thing, he thinks, but shakes his head like he's clearing the thought from his mind.
"You've exercised, uh... You've exercised self control. It's... You have all of this- all of this complication, uh, going on, and despite it all, you're... You're still standing. It's... It's commendable. Really. I, uh... I admire your resolve, I suppose. You have convictions. You stick to them. You... I don't see enough of that nowadays."
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!!!
Hmmm stared at Kanaye, for once with its jaws clamped shut as well as it could manage. Its sabered incisors still hung from its drippy pink lips, but otherwise it seemed Hmmm was holding in something with every fiber of its being. Its rib cage held in a mighty breath, which slipped little wheezes out its nostrils as it trembled in place before Kanaye. What happened next? This next verse?
Watch this, go.
Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop
It was the kind of bass that rattled building foundations. Hmmm wasn't singing, but rather as it opened its mouth, inexplicably, Lift Yourself began to resonate from deep within its body and fill the surrounding area.
Hmmm really liked that Kanaye's name reminded it of Kanye.
Roswell held out a cigar for the other man to take. "Bein' a dad is hard innit?" Some of Roswell's usual sharpness was dulled and with genuine curiosity the older man eyed Hawkrider. "Oi've heard yer lookin' fur money, a lot of it, quick." Roswell shrugged. "Whaen people are put in dat situarion, they most likely addicted, " he unknownly called himself and his gamblebets out. "But, oi tink yer got an other motive, a more noble one." Roswell said. His smile grew a bit while he hopped a bit closer to the cowboy. "You're a nobleman who isn't afraid av gettin' 'is 'ands dirty. Oi loike dat." Roswell said. "if yer want ter earn sum coin, Ah've got...sum jobs." Roswell shortly looked around before continuing. " Don't spread dat araun, let's keep it a secret. As farher's among fathers."
"Perfection," NV muttered. "You're simply perfect. There's so much to like about you. You have skills, you have talent, you're charismatic. You've convinced people to follow you and help you. I wish I could do that. I wish people would like me enough to want to be around me and work with me. But I can't. I'm too hideous, both on the inside and the outside. Not like you, though. You're perfect in every way." They lifted their head slightly. "Can you show me? I'll lend you my powers, I'll pay for your time. Just show me how to be like you."
"Dont give up!" Sakura said her hands clutched together before realising this was not the thing she was asked to say. Sakura touched her heart. "Its...strange to be different isnt it. I think we all deal with being different in someway..I can understand wanting to change yourself..to take something that is not yours. I understand that very well. Yet I dont think your a bad person." She said finally looking at him. "I would like..to get to know you. I think we may be able to understand eachother... Even a little bit that and I want to know more about you. " She put her hands behind her back nervously figeting "If you dont want to of course thats okay! I mean I understand not wanting to talk with me.." She didn't say it but quietly she thought to herself. "With a monster like me" she smiled picking up her umbrella. "But even still I like the you, you are now. I don't think you need to change.. But I know me saying something like that is..ironic and hypocritical. "
Caelum stared at the girl for awhile, quietly admiring her beauty, as she thought of something she admired about the girl. "Damn! You're kinda badass! I mean, sure, being able to turn into a monster," Caelum started, doing air quotes when she spoke the word, "Is a little freaky, but, like, freaky cool! Own yourself girl, be who you want to be. Accept yourself and love who you are!" She said with respect, slightly envious she couldn't turn into a huge beast to scare her friends for fun.
"And I gotta say, you look real cute, with your dress and all. I'm honestly a lil' jealous that I can't turn into a huge creature." She paused, imaging it, grinning deviously at the wild pranks she could play. "I don't say this kinda stuff a lot, so take it to the heart!" She finished, patting the left side of her chest with her fist.
Noel stood by Caelum. As always, he wasn't the best at expressing his appreciation for another person, and while he barely knew her, he tried to find something. Was it too much or to little to say that he liked her hair? He hadn't seen anything like it. Starlight, he thought. It was like starlight dotting the sky.
There was also that she seemed spunky, which could go either two ways for him, and the more he thought about it, a his lip quirked into a brief frown. He took a deep breath and continued to wring his hands, before finally speaking to her.
"You are... certainly a confident person." he said to her, "There aren't enough people like you. Being able to assert yourself, to assert your beliefs, it's something to be respected. Even if you yourself aren't." The old man released his hands to rake his fingers through his own hair.
"And, the longer you remain confident," he murmured, "The longer your life will be good. There is nothing to be feared."
benji my love. here's a follow-up post.
"I have." Noel muttered, his voice returning to its usual rigid tone. He hadn't thought much about the past lately, but he supposed it was about time that it came back and kicked him in the balls, in the form of Benji.
For a moment, he looked at the other man, absently scratching his grizzled beard as the other spoke to him. There was nothing either of them could do about their... situations, no. Though, he couldn't quite agree that he wasn't a monster. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't. He still enjoyed what he had done, to some extent.
"Maybe so." He finally sighed, after a handful of seconds. He expressed no emotion thus far, not on his face at least, one could tell he was anxious by the twitch of his fingers, how he occupied himself with scratching as he spoke, perhaps.
"It's hard to stay alive. To stay good." He remarked, "If you can understand that, then I suppose you're respectable enough."
(Uhh... I hope this is good?)
“I’ve heard you’ve done some... Reprehensible things,” Benji started, voice wavering slightly, relaxed demeanor fading quickly. “But that you regret your past actions now. Right?”
He paused to swallow in a bid to quell his nerves.
“I can... Relate to that, actually.” He winced. Why is he here? And bringing up his own past? Too late to back out now, he supposed. “There’s nothing anyone can do to change what they’ve done, that’s something that I’m still trying trying come to terms with,” he sighs, averting his gaze. He’s trembling ever so slightly.
“At least neither of us are monsters anymore, right?” Well, technically Benji is a monster, no matter what. But that’s besides the point. “...I think being apologetic for what you’ve done has to count for something, even if you can’t do much of anything to fix the damage you’ve caused... Right?”
He’s gonna need at least a day to get back to his usual self after this.
"It takes a special kind of person to turn their life around as abruptly as you did." While he wouldn't say he admires the current state of Benji, the fact that one used to be a bloodthirsty monster can make a saint out of nearly anyone. "And I wouldn't say he deserves your kindness after leaving you like that all those years ago, but it's still very kind of you to take care of your grandfather like you do. I'm lucky enough to not have shitty relatives asking favors, so I can't really imagine what I would do in that situation, but I doubt it would be handled with any amount of grace."
Maverick is also jealous of Benji's pain tolerance but it would be weird to tack that on to the end of something heartfelt like this.
"It's nice to know there are others who prefer to be alone. There are times when I feel like an oddity in my workplace for wishing to avoid people," Hobart growled out, still getting used to the whole being civil thing. He could hardly believe that humans did feel the same as him. "Being alone means less chance for danger from outside sources." Hobart smiled suddenly, "Wait till Ozell hears that I'm not the only being who gets defensive when wrong. He always says I'm being sensitive, but being wrong does not suit me."
Hobart didn't want to give the strange human too much credit by admiring his affinity with magic. Being able to use magic would have been nice in defending himself in the forges, especially if he could have just made other demons turn and walk the other way.
It happened once in a blue moon that Fitzgerald offered compliments without throwing in a snide, backhanded comment at the last moment. As frustrating as it was, the youth did take pleasure in watching the other party's expression change over time as they came to realize the magnitude of his change in temperament; he almost wanted to undermine himself and interject his usual passive aggression, just to be the prick that he virtually always was. What wasn't rare, though, was his respect to be based solely off superficial traits. Fitzgerald was one who looked only at the surface and judged people from there. Don't expect deep philosophical discussion with this man.
Also, don't expect him to be that sincere with his flattery, but... Who knows? Fitzgerald was genuinely shocked whenever he found himself getting deeply emotional over a stranger he never would meet again, in spite of his proclaimed indifference to their presence. This fellow, standing nearby, was no exception. He just so happened to fall under the man's scrutiny, and the first impression Fitzgerald came up with was "plain yet charming in a rustic manner." Nice.
Nice enough to break the silence, in fact!
"Cold, aren't you?" the young man teased while looking at the demon's expression... Or lack thereof. He placed a hand on his own chin as he added further, "I can't help but admire that, you know? You're clearly the individual who wants to save face, which is respectable at the very least. The world is a cruel place. Better to be a bitch and hurt some people in the process, than to get hurt by bitches who sniffed out your weakness..." Fitzgerald raised a brow, clearly not giving too much shits about the situation at hand; it was for better or for worse, given that the other party's demeanor wasn't exactly... The friendliest in the world. Though to be fair, saying that Fitzgerald himself was friendly was like saying an alligator was cuddly. He was self-aware enough to be able to reflect upon that.
"Though, given your work ethic," Fitzgerald interjected with a slight smirk, "I can see why you're so inclined to keep yourself pursed shut like that. You want to focus on what's at hand, without the interference posed by a distraction." Suddenly, he stepped back, letting out an "Oh!" as he held a hand to his mouth. "Does this mean... I might fall under that term?" he asked with a hint of genuine quaver in his voice. He looked around before adding more hastily, "It'd be quite rude of you to think me that way, but... Alas. It is what it is!" Breaking out into a hoot, the youth waved his hand and exclaimed, "I do wish you the best luck in your endeavors, however! They seem quite interesting! I'm working on a project myself, in fact! Perhaps, on a better day, we could discuss it out! Who knows, ha!"
And with that, the young man was silent, except for the gentle scuffing of his feet as he inched away from the other party. You know, in case he was going to get pummeled or yelled at. Good riddance. Fitzgerald was likely being an annoying prick the entire time.
vyguyfv follow-up..... considering how awkward this is for the both of them.... rip. *pensive*
also. yikes. another long follow-up dhfvgsyfcv-
The last time he was stuck with Decker, Fitzgerald pretty much squabbled with him over a chocolate muffin. He expected no different this time around. Nevertheless, the youth couldn't help but let out a loud sigh when he heard all-too familiar footsteps approaching him. Great. Another one of these damn confrontations.
"What do you want this time?" the young man asked with a grumble, "You going to give me a better impression of myself than last time?" He puffed his chest out, getting a bit too proud of himself in the process. "Or you're coming to apologize? For being a total dick to me?" Taking a step forward, he added with a harsh whisper, "By the way, I still have a memory of how pitiful that attempt of impersonating me was." Way to be petty there, asshole. Fortunately, he had the speck of awareness required to deduce that maybe, just maybe... Decker wasn't here to talk shit about the rich boy again. The older man did seem more fazed than usual, after all, and whether it be due to his presence or not, Fitzgerald appreciated it greatly. He took a step back, cleared his throat, and repeated with less hostility, "Actually, in all seriousness, what's up this time? Need anything from me?"
The answer he received surprised him. Greatly. He attempted to compensate by giving the other party a pout, as part of him was convinced this was some cruel prank made to spite him. Still, his shock was fairly visible, and whether that was a good thing or not was... Debatable. For once, Fitzgerald could find himself agreeing with Decker: this shit really was surreal.
"I could say the same thing. Or something like that," he blurted with no thought put into his response whatsoever. However, once the initial daze had passed, the aristocrat rubbed the back of his neck and grunted, "Though, to be perfectly honest, I was pretty sure you hated me. Given that every time we meet, we fight... It's hard to not build up antagonism with that many petty arguments." His mouth wavered into a sort of amused smirk, but he kept it formed into a pout in the end. This could just be a joke, after all, and he made sure his response sounded airy. Yet as far as he was concerned, only the tone was empty; the content, well, was more complicated.
Surprisingly enough, the younger man remained remarkably quiet as Decker proceeded to compare their fashion senses. Maybe it was because he already knew, maybe it was because he just wanted to take it all in (not that he needed yet another boost to his ego), or... Maybe he was just content? It sure seemed like it as Fitzgerald scanned the other man's grimy and tacky clothing choices - the same outfit he had detested many times before - and didn't seem to flinch over it. (He still was on the inside, just not on the outside. Progress made?) The most he really uttered was a hushed "I mean... It's sort of obvious..."
Fitzgerald was really, really good at being genuinely nice.
Though... Maybe, if they were on better terms, the young man would drag Decker over to the nearest clothing store and help pick out clothes for him. Hopefully not by the ear, but he might do it even if it resulted in another cat fight in the streets.
Speaking of cats, or animals in general, the talk of dogs instantly toppled any guard Fitzgerald might've retained in the wake of this conversation. The young man almost sniffed, the memory of Pup emerging into his mind at this moment. He couldn't exactly question how Decker knew he liked animals so much, because it was true. He always found them much easier to empathize with than people, and as much as he liked to argue about how strong some were compared to others... Such standards didn't apply very well in the end, huh? Fitzgerald clutched his arms close to himself as he looked over at the older man just as he averted his gaze.
After a shrug, the youth dismissed with strained nonchalance, "I mean... You could be right. Or not. I think I'm good as I am. What else is there for me to find? Some deep, dark secret that I can't let out?" He shuddered ever so slightly before shaking his head. "No, I'm better off this way. Whether you like it or not, this works out for me.I don't know what else does."
Adonis stared at the ground, studying his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. He couldn’t lift his head to meet the gaze of the older man, even if he wanted to. His head was too heavy, he didn’t have the strength to do it. “You look like a dad.” He said finally, breaking the temporary silence. “Not a good dad. Like, a weird distant dad who tries too hard to come back into his kid’s life, only to find that it’s too late and they’ve grown accustomed to life without him. That sort of dad.” He finishes, crossing his arms and continuing his stare down with the floor.
“Wait. Compliments. Crap. Shit!” He bit hard at his lip, eyes narrowing. “Shit, fuck, I suck at this damn game.” Impulsively, Adonis dug his nails into his arms, shooting daggers at his shoes. “You have nice...hair.” He decided on, before giving a groan, “No, that’s awful. I can do better than that. You have eyes, I guess. And they work, which is cool. And you do things for other people. Nice things. Not because you have to but because it’s the right thing. And you’re funny. You can make people laugh with you and not at you, which must be a huge achievement for an imbecile like you.” He gave a sneer, which quickly dropped. “So, yeah, I guess you’re...okay.”
“...”
“...”
“I heard what you said about dying eyebrows, though. And just for your information, it’s a trend and it’s cool as fuck.” He self-consciously rubbed his own eyebrows, which were dyed a bright blue.
Dahsma examined the young man very briefly. Adonis' demeanor spoke more about him than even his mouth could. He clearly had some issues. Who didn't? Yet he thought he was awful young to seem to have so many. Perhaps he himself was just simply old. But he didn't think so. Not by his standards anyway. Finally, his gaze settled on the brown eyes of this perpetually speaking individual. He heard little of what he said. The words went by like flecks of dust in a sunbeam. Silent, floating, untouchable. He hardly noticed. He liked those eyes. Brown was complex. Just enough dark, just enough light. A pleasant color to shade the window of the soul. They reminded him of all the muddy roads of Goa, soaked in rain and breeding the late summer season's tadpoles. All the bark on old and twisted oak trees, their spindly roots overgrown on the forest floor of E'eldadore, hiding Morel mushrooms and Black Truffle. Upturned soil from the rummaging of wild boar, the sandy water of a disturbed mountain stream, and the misty forms of seals on the southern and northern seas whose funny cries were heard from the swaying docks.
There was such an abundance of undergrowth in the brown of Adonis' eyes. Dahsma smiled softly, and said, "your eyes remind me of home."