Bellazhanna jabs her pointers together and softly clears her throat, "um...could you possibly try to stay focused?" They have a lot to do and not a lot of time to get it done. At any rate Bella doesn't like jumping from one task to the next without finishing the first. She doesn't want to be rude but the lack of focus is becoming quite agitating.
It's Time For A Game, Kids
i believe this is pretty self explanatory, post IC and have your OC say what they dislike 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!
also, this isn't some like Super Personal Mean thing, this is just for fun. dont get nasty to the PEOPLE who own said ocs
lets mcfreakin lose it!!!
^ "Well i am not a researcher, but i am more than certain that you're not from planet Noma which makes you are an alien to me"
Edit: got ninja'd lol, will edit in a sec
Leon felt uneasy around the blue haired young man. He felt as an ominous aura was coming from him. "Well, um." He shrugged and looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. "I mean i don't want to be rude but, could you back away, please? Your vibe is um.." He paused, thinking if he should be honest with this one "Well.." He stopped again for a second, the thought he could not suppress flashed in his head again and again. "Disturbing" He stated, with a suddenly appearing cold tone in his voice. "I despise every fiber of your being, i do not know why, but that is the truth. Goodbye."
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Leon briefly looked at Nixie, his eyes stopping on her head. "Well i must say. You are quite a fine alien but these gems do not give you any favors. They make you look like one of these gangsters from the Factory City..."
"Gracious, you had it made, dearie! Retirement as a hero, and I'm sure you were compensated quite nicely because of that. Yet you chose to go back to work?" Nikolai groaned at the thought and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If you were truly bored, darling, couldn't you have settled with some movies? There are new ones every week! And you don't even like sushi! Goodness me, I'm getting a migraine."
"Dearie, that's exactly why I do it. Care to try and fix me~?"
Roswell couldn't help but lift his nose at Syaxi. "Der is one thing oi canny stand," he said with his arms crossed. "Assassins. Murderers." Roswell spat beside him. A sign to ward off evil.
He huffed as he gave Syaxi a glare. "Yer freaks are all de same. Wielder yer anger around, hurtin' people. Takin' der lives," Roswell huffed. "Der is no honor in dat, in bein' unable to even control yerself. Only de damned kill for coins."
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"Yer 13 and swear like a sailor? Void I pray for yer soul," he snarled back. Then shrugged. "Oi never said oi'm innocent or special," he wove Banny's words away with his hand. "Yer don't need to special to survive, yer need to be smart! I am smart," he said. As he 'clevery' dodged those egotistical accusations.
Darli stood there for several moments. Not saying a single thing. Her blank stare, glaring at Banny. Observing her, judging her most likely. There wasn't much going on in Darli's brain probably. But it looks like she was about to say something that's for sure... "For one thing, your fashion sense is so sad. And you're like what? Thirteen? And you're like as tall as a grown woman, which is super weird.... So you're a literally a baby. Need mommy's approval for everything. You can't even go to the mall by yourself or drive a car. Go play with your dollies baby. Don't hang out around the big girls. We have more important things to do, thank you very much!"
Darli screams! "Oh my gosh. Let me out! If it's money you want, my mom has plenty!" Though there was a dark part of Darli that kind of liked this. All the attention she got from Xeno. Kidnaping her in all. Made her feel oh so special. And they were right! Her social media will be a hit! All those people pitying her and saying good things about her. Perhaps a very handsome hero will save her! She knew her mother would want her out. But would send someone more capable. She regathers herself. "You won't get away with this! They will paint you as the most villainous villain of all time!" She thought. A villain that chose her to steal away. In a sick way, it was the kind of attention she loved. Especially one so villainous as Xeno! Of all the folks they could have chosen, they chose her! Darli... On top of that, they mentioned about not doing the damsel thing.. But yet again, they did it for Darli... Made her feel special.. But the situation was still bad... It was a mixer of feelings for sure.
It was easy to recognize her from the tabloids- alongside the glitz and glamor of her mom, of course. Still riding the coattails of a superhero's spotlight, those two are. It doesn't matter that that mother of hers hasn't participated in years, any excuse to rake in fame and privledge. It always struck xer how easily a superhero could leverage their position, to take riches and take valor and take and take and take. Sometimes, it felt like thats all a hero ever was. Someone who got lucky enough to be adored in the public eye, and became addicted to it.
Of course, she wasn't the super- Darli was only the daughter of one. It was hard to hate her for that, alone. The vapid and attention-getting lifestyle of a party girl didn't offend xer, either. But- the way the girl held her legacy? The way she taunted people with it, used it to trample over other voices? Did she not know being handed the world meant being handed a responsibility? Xe couldn't help it- it boiled xer electric blood.
"LISTEN, I DON'T USUALLY PLAY INTO THE 'DAMSEL IN DISTRESS' THING. IT'S PRETTY OUTDATED- BUT I CAN'T DENY THE HOOK OF A HOSTAGE. AND A SUPER ONE NO LESS!" The machine whirrs under the mad scientist's thumb, trapping the girl in place. Xe will hijack the broadcast soon, and then they'll see how long her mother's retirement stands. "LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE! YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!"
"Egads, a villain!" Archaeus jumped and pointed at Xeno dramatically before striking an equally dramatic pose-- arms crossed with one hovering in front of his face. Menacing. "You poor fool," he shook his head with a pitiful laugh. "To think you came all the way just to fight me. I'm honored. But you don't know who you're up against, do you? I come from a long line of heroes who--"
After forty minutes, he'd finished the first twelfth of his speech, only to freeze at the menacing sight of a broken waffle maker. "Pulling a weapon on me in the midst of my compelling story?! You truly are a villain!" he guffawed. "And to think, that could have been making waffles for a happy family! I will avenge them, I swear it!"
Glaring at xer, he struck yet another brilliant pose. "Give me everything you've got and then some. It won't put even a scratch on me," he snickered. "I will protect this world from your dastardly, despicable, villainous ways! I will save this world as I've done every hour on the hour! Now bring it on!"
(I am so sorry in advance)
N’arfi had met this.. moron before. It was rare for him to genuinely disike someone but this.. arrogant God was very much like someone else he knew and also hated.
“Ah… well if it isn’t the God with the pisscolored armor.” The viera groaned, he’d honestly rather deal with Zenos than this man, because his man was even more obnoxious and Zenos at least had enough respect to recognise N’arfi as his equal.
“Like, we get it, bestie. You think you’re great but the world has no use of an arrogant God that only cares for himself. They’re made for a purpose and unless yours is being a pain in the ass… then just please cease to exist.” He glared up at the very tall man who seemed both angry and confused that a mortal would attempt to push him around. N’arfi however.. did not care for slaying lesser eikons and primals was pretty much his job.
“Seriously, you do not want to know why I’ve achieved the title of ‘Warrior of Light’ in my world. Learn some manners.”
Could Gregory really dislike anyone? Maybe a few years ago he could have more clearly stated what he did and did not like in a person, but nowadays, his thoughts and words were incoherent even to himself. He couldn't verbalize or even understand what it was about N'arfi. Maybe it was that pride of his, that party boy attitude, that "I always know what I'm doing" sort of personality that unnerved Gregory ever so slightly. That, in some strange way, even frightened him.
That was nothing new, though. On his less slow and delirious days, Gregory jumped at little things -- tapping on doors, metal scraping on plates, hands reaching out for himself -- but that anxiety never left. Not ever. But, in the end, he was afraid to mention it. He couldn't say anything, even if he truly wanted to.
He shuddered, and jolted, and with those hollow silver eyes of his, he looked up at N'arfi. What he saw of N'arfi. Everything was a little blurry.
"I..." He paused. Seconds passed, and then a minute, two minutes. He mouthed a few words, but couldn't get them out, and so he eventually settled for a simple: "I-I'm sorry..."
v For Gregory could not drive and would very likely never be able to, he immediately crashed into the first sign and died on impact. Now it was up to his husband to somehow discover time travel and bring back his corpse.
For context: I-99 “communicates” using signs like these:
Along I-99 southbound just outside of Virginia Beach, Gregory drove down the interstate. He was experimenting with time travel and somehow ended up in 2020s America. He drove under one of those LCD sign things. It had written on it “WHY R U SO SCARED OF WATER AND COLD?” After a few more miles, he passed another such sign saying something like “READING IS BORING”. As Gregory’s rental car approached this sign, it then changed to “AND SO IS COLECTING CANDLES”.