what does your oc like about the oc above them?

Ecaterina hums, her painted lips pressed into a smile. There's much about Alphonse that demands respect - his air of dignified elegance and the sense of refinement that ran through him like a fine-toothed comb left nothing unspoken for, and it earned a rightful reverence from Ecaterina. It's so rare that she sees others like her, people who have such a presence of sophistication and grace - and, of course, the elephant in the room. Both of them were vampires, and it's been such a long time that Ecaterina's had the chance to speak to another of her own kind. Her wife filled the gap of company, of course, and she'd never ask for anything more, but it's... nice, she thinks, to speak to someone else with a similar past.

However, it seems that would be a touchy subject with Alphonse. She clicks her tongue. What a shame; but it would be even more of a shame if she didn't at least poke fun at it. "I absolutely adore your outfit, dear," she finally says, offering him a gentle smile. "It is so difficult nowadays to find such delicate, intricate lace like the one you wear. Humans really have lost their touch for the craft, wouldn't you agree?"

and as the tide shifts, so too does the brain of one swiped, to flit about the form before her and take in her existence truth.

it was... familiar in a way, the mode by which ecatarina swayed. a shadow behind societal eye, swept away by the years and years of death immunity, set in a past none alive today really knew. and while blythe's current life wasn't one to know that depth of existence, her form past saw to crumble cities with its age, to tell the tales of the shifting giant behind the stars and wonder if any would really believe.

cities... such a human thing. another thing to ponder, another thing she sought within the newly acquainteds mind. the quaint existence of the society they both sat as observers for, long since removed from the understanding yet to find one amused as they acted out their funny little lives. as humans are, humans will always be. it was comforting, in a way, to have such stability in a universe so sporadic.

"you understand, do you not?" she sways with the waters, with the flow of her voice. and whether ecaterina had made a move to offer this information on her own, it didn't really matter much anymore "the fascination. of a human mind, of things to study. such... silly, fickle little things. rare to sniff out those i can find agreeable with such ideals."

she blinks.

ah, a human. the naivety rings true... though it is a bit unfair to judge the minds of those unaccquainted with the truth of the new flesh

"good eye.. the sea is home, after all." lips curve into smile like sinew, hands to fold limp against her chest - like prayer, like mercy "for who would i be without her?"

and the wave... "...keep an eye on the oceans, captain. ye waters may run crimson this time of year..."

"Ye' and yer' outfit's just cool in general, it gives me of nautical vibes, and plus ye also warn us lads with new wave incomin'... which makes me respect and appreciate ye'."

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He looked at the man and spoked, "Ye', sure, hope yer' mentally prepared with me' bluntness, now where should we start?"

Xander paused. He stared at Seymour as if the other just had slapped him in the face. Xander lowered his gaze. Picked the glasses from his nose and started to clean them.
 “Well, actually he said,” he said. His voice softer as he’d spoken before. “I do appreciate your bluntness,” he said. It wasn’t a lie.
Xander placed the glasses back onto his nose and he looked up at Seymour. “I rather have someone being honest and direct about my work than tip toeing around it,” Xander said. His brow lowered.
“Right,” his gaze shifted back to his draft. The draft he’d given Seymour and whose feedback he now had to mentally process.
“I was wondering if you could help me out with the seafaring parts,” he said. Xander curled his lip slightly. “I have zero experience with seacrafts myself, and I was wondering if it was accurate. Again, please,” he said. Xander thumbed through his papers.
“Don’t be afraid to use your bluntness.” 

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Xander lowerd his brows a bit. "oh no," he simply replied. "I am a vegetarian. I mean, I won't be of any use. " 

"You look like you could be useful in war. Lure our enemies in traps and make sure, victory will be ours!"

“Unfortunate that you are less proficient in war than I’d hoped.”

He hands Hydra a blank journal, freshly bound in a leather cover.

“However, your written works are something to marvel. Perhaps you are best behind the front lines to tell the stories of your battles won. I expect it to be filled cover to cover. Embellish if you must. I look forward to your drafts.”

"Your hair... wow, that's very pretty. How did you do that? You know, dyed them this way? Or is this your natural hair?"

AR said as he looked at the strange girl's beautiful hair, it was odd for sure. He has seen people with blue and purple hair before but this time, her hair seems almost... holographic. The colors just fascinating to him, he thought to himself that if only he could look into this a bit more. But that will be quite rude, especially to a stranger. This person isn't a human, for obvious reasons, anything about her seems off in a good way.

"You probably not human, I assumed that. Humans don't have wings, also, on the wings topic, your wings are beautiful too. You're a very colorful person, it's rare to see that nowadays."

“I’m going to let you know now, I can’t actually see you physically.” Josh stands still, staring at the other, his expression slowly changing from the blank slate that it was to a smile, “If you were expecting a compliment on your looks then I’m sorry to disappoint. You’d have to find someone else to give you that.” with his warning now given, the man tilts his head slightly, closing his eyes as he does so.

“It’s nice to be able to hear someone, even if it’s not their voice. You sound mechanical, and it’s not the kind of grinding sound I normally hear. It’s smooth. Pleasant to the ears.” Josh turns his head the other way, using his ears to really listen to the sounds coming from AR’s direction, “Probably shouldn’t trust someone based on the sound of their voice, but you sound like a trustworthy person… odd, but trustworthy.”

"Hey, ye! look at me and i'll tell ye what. I really find ye interestin' like holy shit, ye literally made a bunch of children to be scared of ye', what a mad lad. Ye also have a sister ye wished for it and ye treat and raise her better than those specific idiots and the fact that im the only child here makes me so envy of ye'. Ye are also protective to her, and that's good for ye', because the consequence of not being protective as you are to her can cause a neglection."

"So in summary, ye are a good brother and ye deserved to be awarded, matey."

"S-So you're like... A treasure chest and an adventurer?" Saiph whistled. "Quite the combo you've got there, miss." he said with a grin. "Y'know, I envy people like'ya-- just going out and doing whatever your heart desires with a crew of your own... It's the dream, isn't it?" he questioned, whilst holding his smile. "You inspire people like me. It's not every day you get to see a treasure chest with sharp teeth and a peg-leg go 'round the world, you know!" cheerfully said the boy. "Say, if you're going anywhere new soon... I wouldn't mind goin' with you, if you need some company. I wanna live like you do!"

(oh uh, i think i got skipped? oops)

Coco couldn't believe her eyes. She played Cuphead on her 5k gaming PC. But now it was all coming true! Coco felt a mix of shock, wonder, greed, and her natural curiosity as she eyed the walking talking treasure chest. Being a Holmes, she decided to launch a little investigation. Was she playing too much Cuphead? Was there LSD in the coffee she drank? She continued to stare in amazement.

" ah! Your chainsaw is very very neat!~ and I also find your suit very... cute?" He chuckled approaching perfume " honestly, your alot of bark but no bite, and I mean that in the best way I can. Honestly. "