fizzelston a brutish witch. the two things Ves'ron hated the most in all the galaxy. he held deep disdain for all sorcery, a force of chaos and irregularity that sought to disturb his calculated, logical and predictable measuring and understanding of the universe. it was a thorn in the side of reason to him. similarly he hated brutes who work with sheer power. he was not opposed to a display of might but the sole reliance on might is what irked him. Ves'ron found more satisfaction in ending conflict in wit and ideally prosperous exchange of data. The techpriest had every reason to dislike Nathaniel. he felt the need to insult the man but had no wish of sparking an actual fight so he slipped "despicable meatcake witch" in pure binary out of his speaker, to organic ears a random digital scramble of noise only discernible to cyborgs and droids.
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!!!
Strange things were to be disdained, so spoke all twenty gods in fictional laws placed upon their followers. They weren't real, they posed no threat, and yet Raphael believed them -- and so, to question in-depth what was new, that was a death sentence. Whirring biomechanics, staticky speakers, the luminosity exerted, all alien and hated, he couldn't help it. When he looked upon the techpriest, he scowled in complete disgust.
"You are human," he spoke lowly, "And yet you give yourself up for something like this?" Cautious, however, he looked Ves'ron up and down, keeping the safest distance he could manage. "That search for knowledge, the greater good... oh, it's so far from, and you know it. Look at how you've been mutilated. These... what are they called? Your replacements, your new shell, it's all so..."
"..Repulsive." It was the first word to come to mind. "Wires and cords like thick worms, spider eyes to replace the suns. Why? How could you?"
Bellazhanna frowns. She sees the way that the man speaks to people. Observes how he addresses people who have pleased him and followed his demands verses people who have not. Notices who his demeanor shifts when someone who had, in the past, not followed orders or followed them to no success becomes someone who has accomplished whatever task this man sent them on. Suddenly he is nicer, full of praise. And she knows what this is. Oh yes, she knows that type of affection very well. And it can hardly be called affection.
"You'll be alone you know?" She talk-sighs, with a flippant, lazy flick of her wrist. "Loyalty and and inspiration can only go so far. They'll figure out eventually that you don't actually care for them any. And once they see through that, all of those motivational speeches, all of that organization. It'll mean nothing. At the end of the day people are social creatures. They crave love and approval and once that becomes to hard to receive from you...once they realize that approval is as far as the connection goes..." She leaves ample pause. "They'll leave you for someone who is both inspiring and empathetic. Someone who truly does care for them." She shrugs.
Taka waited at his table for a special client. Every restaurant of his had a table always reserved for these moments, and during these times he'd wait and watch the people around. They were his opposites: all prim and proper, reeking of money. The looks they gave him irritated him. They were disgusted and uncomfortable by his scars and his glare, yet they had the damn gall to look down on him.
The same could be said for that prissy little lady at her own table. She dressed like she wanted to show off her wealth, and she seemed critical of the food she was being served. Damn, did he hate rich people. She seemed the worst among them. The way she acted, he'd never have guessed she was ever the opposite.
(sorry will is so stupid)
“What do you keep looking over there for?”
“That brute—”
“Really? You’re going to do this here?”
“He cut us off!”
“He got here first? Please don’t turn this into a thing.”
And he wouldn’t have had it been just been about a smarmy attitude and a sneer to his expression as though he were looking down at the other patrons. Working in business, among other like-minded individuals it was something to get used to. But he was special, he was different, he was…
6’7” at least.
“People that excessive in height need to be more conscientious of their space.”
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(responding to isolde, in ooc)
SOOO TRUUEEE
It's actually a point of contention with his fiance. He finds her to be too ambitious, and she considers him an under-achiever.
[if this seems off you can bonk me, i just went with karan kind of making assumptions about her because he is 100% the kind of guy to do that 🙈]
For a man such as Karan, prone to favoring all things dictated by strict order and in turn acting sternly for that order, faeries simply did not fit into society. You know. The whole "too human for fae, too fae for human" thing. Hahahaha so clever hahahahahaha--
But, back to the topic, it was... clear as day, his opinion, his scrutinizing of the woman before him, too bizarre to find any worth in. Esri was a straightforward individual from what he could gather, and from another else who he would not mischaracterize as freakish and terribly kaleidoscopic, far too inconstant and so-called unpredictable for him to keep track of... and that wasn't even getting into her work. She concealed people. Within his homeland, that always made his job more difficult than it ever needed to be. Truly, it was only for the sake of propriety expected of the whole interdimensional-roleplaying-game that he did not immediately bite. He did not want to think of the consequences.
"Is there nothing you would not withhold information for?" Karan asked. He was studying her, cautious still, himself tight-lipped but wanting for something. Whatever that something was, who could say he was certain of it himself? Knowing he could have some power, maybe? Knowing that a beast such as her could not compete with him, regardless of her wiles? "Absolutely nothing in return?"
It was a normal morning in Dallas, until Rhianna sees a strange person while skating down the sidewalk. She thinks she might know who this person is… a Karan…. whatshisface. Knowing little else about him other than his name and what era he was from, she assumed he might be some time-traveling Karen.
She stops and turns to give a funny look to the strange person. She just says “I hope you aren’t what your name sounds like! I get enough of those Karens when I’m trying to do a kickflip on the freeways of Dallas. If the 6000s really will be full of Karens, then thank god humans don’t live that long!“
”Oh, and I admire your love for minerals, but trust me, a cold lover would not survive five minutes in Texas in July!”
Rhianna then speeds away on her skateboard.
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Np: 2 days have passed. So you can choose IC, Holmes, or my new Sienna Maude.
"I remember you." the inquisitor droned out, "I thought a bit, and..."
"..You're a bit daft." said Karan, looking over Rhianna for several moments with an expression that was... not entirely interested. He didn't understand skateboarding, and frankly considering his position, he didn't care to, either. "You are good at one thing, and yet... what else? Swimming is so simple, anyone can do it, except for the feeble... and yet you feel the need to... what? Do you often capitalize on the one thing that makes you half a decent person?"
The older man shook his head, and then sighed. "That said, yes, you are pretty... well, I said it before. Daft, dull, there..." He met her gaze. "There is not another thought behind those eyes, is there? Nothing but... boarding. I suppose. Do you not attend school at your age? ..Is that why you are the way that you are? It would certainly explain the string of unintelligent rambling you vomited last time."
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. You again, you again. :) Not smiling as always, always, always. :) What a problem this is. :)" With the paper bag over Smiley's face it was difficult to tell how he was feeling. How tight his grip was on fire extinguisher was a good indicator.
"Why are you never smiling? :) Why, oh why, oh why. Are you unhappy? :) Surely that can't be it. You have such a great job, don't you? :) Don't you, don't you? :) You get to speak with so many great people and do so many great things! What's not to smile about? :)" He took a slow step forward. "Yes, a smile would be fantastic. :) Don't you think so? I think so. :) I think the people you work around would agree. :) Smiles and friendly attitudes get people to talk to you more, and that's what you need for your job, right? Talking and rumors? :) But imagine if a rumor spread about how sour and sad you were. People would never want to talk to you! :) So let's fix it. :) Don't worry, I'll help. :) I won't leave until we get a smile out of you. :)"
Steve could go with the obvious. Nobody likes a guy who kills people! But also something about the smiley face on Smiley’s bag was really ticking him off.
“That face on your bag... I hate to see such an iconic symbol of joy and chillness being used for... whatever this is.” Steve gestured to all of the blood. Steve didn’t really look scared, he looked more irritated. And he wasn’t scared, really. If he died now he would just wake up somewhere else far away. Being far away from Smiley would be great.
Maybe the smile he usually wore on his own face had so far kept him from being a target, but he for sure wasn’t smiling now.
“Look at yourself! You aren’t spreading joy! You’re just... spreading uh... guts everywhere. If you wanted to actually make people smile you could- I dunno.. you could uh.. adopt senior cats or donate to a homeless shelter or something.”
Steve kinda forgot what he was gonna say. He wanted to do some cool monologue about how awful Smiley is but then he just started to studder. This was embarrassing, now he was probably gonna die! Which isn’t much more than an inconvenience, but whatever. Since his words were starting to fail him he opted to just give Smiley the middle finger.
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“Oh, hmm, well, I’m sorry you feel that way.” His smile does not waver. He pretends to not be bothered, but he’ll be crying about this in the shower 2 hours later
What can Braxton say Steve was so... too... something. His attitude towards life annoyed him. The hydramimi himself wasn't overly optimistic, but he wasn't entirely negative either. But something about how Steve went about life urked him. The jokes he told couldn't shake off the feeling Braxton had.
He was still just as annoyed and irritated. Typically he hated annoying or rude people, but Steve was different, and not in a good way. And his smug expression ticked Braxton off as well. "Look I know you're one of those 'I don't care about life types,' but take that bullshit elsewhere like up your ass. I'm not down for it." He sighed, taking a breather before he lost control of his emotions, "Look all I'm saying is that it's annoying. I guess you can't exactly change yourself, but goddamn, that attitude you keep up with is kinda annoying. Maybe tone it down a tad or something."
Ghost's first impression of Braxton wasn't the best, per se. He was never the biggest fan of people who got kicked out of a group for whatever reason, especially if he didn't know why. It often made him untrusting of others, unsure of what to expect. The smell of cigarettes coming from Braxton wasn't helping, either. Ghost only narrowed his eyes and refused to say anything, crossing his arms (and trying his best not to loom over the smaller man, albeit unsuccessfully).
v he does infact like cats, lol