[IC] Your OC uses the Above OC's Item(s)

the winston rubbed his hands together as he approached évariste. the outlandish swiss man had a grand scheme. he had been texting eva for days on end about the acquirement of hoes. winston, a desparate man, heard eva was a man of many hoes. the winston thought eva would be able to spare some. after much resistance at first, eva finally caved in and agreed. they had met at the community garden in district 11. once at the meeting location. the winston quickly realized that there were no hoes to be spotted. évariste sat there, with a large smile from ear to ear, holding several weird shaped shovels. the winston encroached.

"what is this??" the winston questioned, inspecting the bent shovels.

"these are the hoes you requested." évariste replied.

"you know what, the winston can make due." winston grabbed the hoes and quickly ran back to his shit box car, strapping them into each seat of his car. winston is now a man of many hoes.

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@np winston has guns, knives, lightly used napkins, and a horribly neglected tamagachi named fredrick

Beretta didn't feel comfortable using a katana as a weapon. He was plenty strong enough to put force in his strikes, but Beretta preferred to do his job from a distance. He was less likely to get caught that way.

Still, he couldn't help but give it some test swings. He knew his sniper wouldn't like it, but Beretta did also like a change of pace. After messing with it, he puts it down instead of risking angering his rifle further.

@ NP: Beretta has a cursed sniper rifle that insists you kill people with it, good or bad! He also has a black rabbit plush and an electric guitar.

After receiving the sniper rifle, Sasha inspects the weapon and begins hearing the voices from the rifle which she disregarded. She glanced at the rabbit plush and the immediate first thought that came to her mind was to attempt a 360 noscope. 

The fox then started climbing an elevated surface, readied the weapon, looked at her target, and jumped off while spinning. She fired a shot and landed on the ground below. When she looked up, she found that she had...

...missed the plush entirely.

The bullet landed a few steps to the left of the rabbit plush. Dissatisfied at her failure to pull off the trickshot she wanted to do, Sasha threw the weapon aside and went off on her own way.

> for NP: Sasha typically carries around 2 pistols/uzis and a butterfly knife for her melee.

Fish observes the items that popped into her hands, she observes them a little, flipped it around, and sniffed them a little. It wasn’t anything too special, the butterfly knife was kind of nice though. She summons a little fish and stabs it with the knife, the fish poofs away upon impact. Fish looked at the knife in her hands, she looked, a little bit disappointed? 

Fish plays catch with the items she got for a few minutes, before discarding them, she fed them to her fishes. 

“Hmph.. it’s nothing special really, it doesn’t do anything funny.”

— For NP: Fish always carries a huge tuna fish to hit smack others with, the fish can turn small and swim alongside the user, it will turn back to its original size when it’s needed. She also carries A LOT of food, a big bag filled with all sorts of snacks(matcha rolls, tangerines) and bottled fruit teas.

ping me when you reply!

Trisha examined the very strange watch now on her wrist. She was quite distrustful of teleportation. What if it went wrong? Could she end up in another dimension or a white void of nothingness? Even if she could master teleportation, it would be cheating for a racing driver. And this little watch probably couldn’t teleport her from the Alamo to Boerne, let alone the 500 plus miles to El Paso. The rapier may be of some use if she needs to cut a cable or hose for some reason.

But she liked the keytar Skylar and the pad of typewriter keys. With help from her brother, she might use the keytar to play epic solos like this or this. In any case, her brother could play these instruments in his high school band.

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NP: Trisha’s items are on her ref sheet.

     It wasn't often that Ennette visited nations overseas, so her trip to the United States was an exciting one. Or had until she learned about Texas heat. Goodness, but did she feel like she'd melt to the ground! It was worth it, however, to hear the San Antonio Philharmonic. What a beautiful sound! 

     When the concert was over, Ennette waited patiently for the crowd to die down so she could make her way over and congratulate the director and musicians. As she waited she spotted something in the corner of her eye, something small and seemingly left all alone. Getting closer, she realized it was a phone-- a cracked, older phone. Oh dear, did someone leave this?

     As if answering, the phone lit up and vibrated with a call. She jumped then leaned over. "Dad". Sh-Should she answer it? What kind of panic could she possibly cause if a parent heard not their child on the line? And on foreign soil! On the other hand, what if this was someone calling the phone to find it? The dilemma...!
     After what felt like ages of weighing the options, Ennette took a deep breath and picked up the phone. She slid to answer, wincing slightly when one of the cracks nipped at her, and pressed it against her ear. A small wave of relief hit her when the parent was asking where the phone was. Okay, no war then.
     "So you're one of the musicians!" perked the princess. "I was just on my way to meet you. I'll bring this phone while I'm at it."

She has:
- Liszt, her lyre!
- Random vials of crushed herbs probably labeled right
- A notepad with notes, music, and lil hearts with a certain name in them (yours?!)

"Ah, the lyre. I've far more experience with the harp, but I suppose it's worth trying, isn't it? If you'd like me to perform for you, I'm happy to," Lys says, and he graciously takes the offered instrument, holding it as gently as though it were a living thing. As far as he was concerned, he got along quite well with this princess, though he found her enthusiasm and expressiveness to be somewhat improper for one of her station. Perhaps that spoke to the uptight stoicism of the Tamnaeth court more than anything. Nevertheless, he felt endeared by someone with such a spark of life, and so he was content to entertain her with lyre-playing.

"I imagine your skill with this instrument far exceeds my own. Perhaps you can show me where I'm lacking," the king says, and with that he considers for a few seconds before beginning to play a classic elven song. It's not bad, though the song itself has a certain morose tone to it. Certainly he is no expert with this instrument, but he is at least competent. Still, to the trained ear there is a certain clumsiness to his playing that one wouldn't find in someone with more experience. He seems well aware of his shortcomings, for once he's done he looks at Ennette almost apologetically.

"...It's somewhat of a shame to disgrace such a finely crafted instrument with my poor playing," Lys says, a rare hyperbolic joke, though on some level he might be serious in his self-deprecation. He hands Liszt back to its owner before folding his hands in his lap. "Perhaps it's your turn, then, to show me what you can do?"

your options are:

- a very luxurious harp with golden filigree and a jeweled swan at its top
- his crown - pure gold, delicate and fairly simple compared to some
- a ceremonial sword, jeweled and fancy but not really suitable for battle; gripping its hilt is somewhat difficult due to just how many jewels stud the thing
- a Serious sword, definitely suitable for battle

silket (sorry this is a bit cracked)

Ollie rubs his hands together. This was the first time so much gold had been placed in front of him. He has to remind himself not to lose it.

"Don't mind if I do," he says and picks up the crown.

He places it on his head, the weight feels just right, roleplaying as the king he always wanted to be- no, the king he always thought he was. So many stories he wrote where he was crowned with some sort of respect and royalty. He was losing himself. Just as he began to dream up delusional worlds again, Lysanthir broke him out of it.

"Not too bad is it?" The King asks.

He smiles. "Of course not. It fits you much better though." This he means. The elf king really does look amazing with the circle of gold, intricate yet simple. Ollie passed the crown back carefully.

(pls @ me) ! here's what he has in his bag:

• a notebook filled with fanfics he writes (they are all really sfw tho dw)
• a hunting rifle
• a book of maps of the country
• a hunting knife made by his father

(allseeinghelga)

Boss was currently rummaging through Ollie's bags. She was a thief at heart, and poor Ollie was not an exception to her. He happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and well, that pays. Literally.

Unless you do not have any money on you.

"What is this!" Boss took the map book out of the bag, looking it over with a squinted, angry eye. "Where the hell even is this? Is this even America! Damn!"

She haphazardly dumped the rest of the objects from the bag, jumping back as a rifle fell out, along with a beautiful knife. "Shit! Could'a warned a gal, couldn't you? I could'a shot us both dead by mistake."

She picks up the knife, looking it over, viewing the craftsmanship. It was very well made. 

"I already got, like, forty of these," She sighs, tossing the knife back onto the ground. "What's the point of robbin' someone if they don't even got any good stuff on 'em? Take your crap and go, I guess. And the next time you get robbed, at least have a few dollars on you! You're wastin' time here!"

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Your items are: 

• Six bullets. They seem very old and unused
• Bandages
• A half-drunk bottle of liquor
• A few coins
• And finally, her gun. It also seems old and unused