Give advice to the OC above you!

BlueQuill !

Kiushhu's eye fell upon the girl through their mask, relaxing their posture just slightly as they spotted the little movements, the less than happy nature that was being hidden. Something seemed off about the entire encounter, so the uberhero did the only thing they knew how. Clearing their throat, they took what they were observing and attempted to put their thoughts to words.

"Miss Coon," They started, voice formal, but with an air of concern, "...You live for others, do you not? But you have yet to find what pieces of yourself you can truly call your own."

Their hand gripped their own cape slightly, fiddling with the material, "You put your being into making others feel loved, but fail to do such for yourself."

Their voice took a softer tone, hand held out to Eleanor in a pleading fashion, "You need to learn to love yourself. People will come and go, and if you always wish to care for those around you, too many will burn you."

"Find time to care for you. Find time to look for those true friends in life. You are more than you think, for as long as you are alive there is a worth to your being. Your life belongs to you, treat it as such. Please."

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The uberhero straightened up, humming in thought. Something they wanted help with...Their pride vice gripped them. They shouldn't look to others like this.

And yet...Kiushhu let out a soft sigh, glancing towards the other they saw. People who offered help usually meant it.

"How do you learn to let go?" They half asked. The warrior thought they knew, their own version of letting go of the past...But...a word or two of a second opinion couldn't hurt.

Kul had, for some reason, been in the middle of stretching his arms when he heard the question, causing him to perk which in turn lead to a cramp. "Learn...?" he noted before laughing, "You don't need to learn such nonsense! Don't let go, that's far better, in my opinion! Gives you a goal and the motivation to reach said goal! Who cares what happens in between? You know what they say, you need to crack a few eggs to make an omelette! Ooh, that sounds remarkable right about now. Would you like one?" Considering his (lack of a) love life and his job, he was probably the worst to ask advice for on that subject.

"Friend! Oh goodness, I'm so glad you're here. You have impeccable timing, you know!" Kul chuckled while waving around his cane. "I've come into quite the predicament! You see, I'm all out of beans! The stores won't be getting any for a good few days! Tell me, what are some good dishes I could cook until then? I'm trusting you know some exquisite ones capable of distracting me from my dilemma!"

Hala quietly seated herself across from Kul. She cringed away as he motioned his cane around, as if she expected the end of it to thwack her in the nose. She rubbed the side of her face, tracing her freckles as she listened to the man before her. She blinked in confusion at mention of the stores being out of beans. How many beans did this guy even eat..?

"I'm terribly sorry to hear about that!" She exclaimed. The woman leaned towards him, her expression as sweet and gentle as ever, albeit with the slightest hint of confusion. "May I recommend though that you... simply go looking for another grocery? Then again, I suppose that's more difficult than it sounds. It's certainly difficult where I live. No seafood to be found in that-- that gods-forsaken province..." She giggled. It sounded forced.

"Oh, but if that doesn't help," she carried on, "May you'd do well cooking with peas? Do-- Do those count as beans, though? I know they're both legumes... Would you be alright with that? The lady who works the kitchens has a nice recipe with peas, ham, cheddar, and soft-boiled eggs, and if not, ummm..." She tapped on her cheek, and with a bashful smile, she offered, "Well, you can never run out of sandwich ingredients..."

Hala continued to smile, though there was something missing. A pit laid in her chest as she looked upon the other party. She twiddled her thumbs, overcome by the tense atmosphere in the room. Her warm expression became shakier and shakier, until it fell apart altogether, now neutral, now cold. She fidgeted once more, thinking back. They could try again, she knew that, but it hurt so terribly the first time. A real, physical pain, worse than when she got cuts on her arms and legs while sparring in her family's yard as a young teenager, and worse than drowning in the sea beyond their decrepit estate. She was lucky to be with her husband, but...

"My husband doesn't love me anymore." She told the other party in a fragile tone of voice. "I suffered an injury not too long ago, and I suppose the time taken to care for me... I suppose he doesn't like that. He's a man, a soldier, he likes to be free of burdens..."

She avoided their gaze, as her expression fell more and more, pensive and woeful. "I just want to know if you have any ideas." she said, "I want to stay with him. I want for him to love me, and for me to love him."

Shamus blinked at the woman in front of him as she held up a small figurine and for concept sketches up to him. "Erm....well...I...." He said shuffling his feet slightly, his purple eyes flicking from her to the ground and then back up at her again. "If it's for Autumn then maybe a mix of cotton and wool for the fabric so it is warm but not itchy. Errrm......" He thought for a moment, whenever he thought of autumn, the sight and sounds of fallen leaves always came to mind. "How about a design which makes it the cardigan look like it is made from leaves, but they are made from wool, and that they start with the colour yellow and fade down to the darker colour of brown." Shamus said smiling shyly. 

"I.....I hope that it isn't stupid, I just think of the leaves in autumn, they are....very beautiful...erm..." He felt the familar sense of panic begin to overwhelm him. 

"I....I have t...to go.....erm....I hope my idea helped, even a bit...best of luck...on your design....good...goodbye." He said before pulling his hood further over his head and quickly rushing back home to shut himself away from the world once more.

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Shamus' Problem

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That was so cute ^.=.^ 

Follow Up:

En watched I'sen do, well, everything he'd been prepared to do. I'sen woke up, did something to make his pain go away, wrapped his wounds, then mutter something about a drink. The prince perked. Hey, at least he could do that!
He hurried to a small, isolated area of the room where a tea kettle rested next to a heat pad. The bed, the treats, the restroom, they were all very close together. This was a hotel room, wasn't it?
When En finished pouring the tea in the cup, he turned around to see I'sen moving. "H-Hey! You shouldn't be moving around right now," he insisted, about to run only to remember the scalding tea wobbling in the cup he was holding. He instead walked briskly towards the man, setting the cup on the nightstand and putting a hand on his shoulder to get him to lie back down. "I saw you outside on the ground last night. I don't know what happened but it looked like you were trying to escape something?" His golden eyes went to I'sen's head. "You were hit pretty badly, too. Not like bleeding, but I can't imagine you must feel good." Not to mention there was, and still is, a strong smell of alcohol on him, but En chose not to say it. "I think you should take the day to rest. If you keep moving, you might run into who was after you."

"I... lost everything," En said quietly, unable to meet your gaze. He found himself fidgeting with his fingers, it was a nice distraction as he tried to word his thoughts without sounding bad. "My brother's gone, and my entire kingdom turned their backs on me. I mean, I-I guess-- No, I definitely deserved it for trying to cheat the tradition but..." He hesitated, feeling that memory flash so vividly in his head. It made tears well up in his eyes, but the more he blinked them away the more of that memory he could see. "They yelled and screamed at me, and threw things at me. I remember..." He paused to gulp down a whimper. "I-I remember them writing on the walls how awful I was, a-and how I shouldn't exist." His brows kneed together, and with a sniff he turned his head to further avoid looking at you. "And I know I deserve it and it's my fault," he said in a higher voice. "So I-I guess... I guess I'm asking how-how to live with it. With losing everything and being h-hated. H-How do I get past this...?"

"Not me." Odette droned out, "Not those, anyhow. I would never be so witless."

Okay. Asshole.

"If you truly want my suggestion, your life would be much less fast-paced if you dropped two of those things, really, but you wanted something else from me, of course." Odette, admittedly, had no damn clue what vaping was, partially because the 5990s sucked, and was likely to never find out. Though, her blank stare remained on Salazar-- or, just above his shoulder-- as she continued on. "I hear smoking is a difficult addiction to end, however, so you may as well be defeated." How optimistic.

The woman paused, leaning back in her seat and draped her arm over the back of the chair. She turned her head away from him, humming gently for a second. She hadn't touched a cigarette, never to smoke it, never to even bring it to someone else. The advice she wanted to give at first seemed useless, if only because she lacked the experience, and she also refused to sound too much like a DARE officer, just to save herself from potential humiliation.

"A fool would tell you to read a book, or get a pet, but I'm not sure how that would ever help you, and as you said, meditation is a no, and so I would assume reading might be as well." She eased out a sigh in between sentences, speaking too fast. "And animals deserve more than to be an alternative."

"Have you ever thought about those silly little calendar activities people do?" she asked him, "Take a nap on the first day of the month every time you're craving, or brush your teeth, or suck on cherries. Gods, clean your damned pistol a bit more if it helps to keep your mind off your... juuls."

She did not like the word "juul". She thought it sounded like a gargled dog bark.

"I don't blame myself for what happened, not at all." Odette began, "But, as you may have heard-- or not, if you're another one of those foreigners as you sound like-- my brother has betrayed the family. It was inevitable, honestly, my father being as unwise and as libertine as he was in life. But, the head of the household is dead, and I have replaced him." She figured that she had no say in the matter. Her uncle refused the position, and her brother was... kind of hated, which was obvious.

She thought of herself intelligent enough to handle court at first, but being young and without proper training from her older relatives, sooner or later she had to turn to someone else for assistance. Which was where her guest came in.

"And my father," she uttered, "Should have taught politics to me, as it would have made life far easier. Instead, he enforced other roles that, while beneficial in their own right, would never make for a good heir. Beauty can only do so much."

With that, Odette exhaled gently, "I believe what I'm attempting to ask you is to help me, advise me, even if for a short while. Tell me what I'm lacking, tell me I'm a horrible person if you must, but gods, most of all, tell me how I can make my family better. Better, and not so licentious, hm?"

"Whoa, those are some loaded questions," Roy said while leaning back, one hand held up. "Listen, I'm not really the best to come to for advice like that. I'm more in the same boat as you: I got suddenly put in this position of power without any training. I don't really understand politics myself right now." Granted, because he was to be a country's leader, he had very intense classes lately.
With a low sigh, Roy relaxed in his seat and contemplated her situation. "Well," he started. "I don't have a big family, myself, but I knew plenty of friends that did, and if I've learned anything from their stories, it's that big families always fight, regardless of social or financial status. There's going to be grudges, complexes, all kinds of things. It kind of sounds like that's what's happening with you right now.
"You're never going to be able to get everyone to be happy and work together. That's just how things work. Most of the time someone can only be happy when someone else is sad." That's one thing Lan was sure to instill in him. "If you want this family to work together, as far as I know, there's two options: you get strict, almost like a tyrant. You can't be afraid of hurting anyone's feelings. With your position, people won't be so willing to argue with you. You won't get your family happy, but they'll at least work together. Or your second option: cut the weeds. There are some people that are bad no matter what happens, and times like that it's best to remove them before their attitude can affect everyone else."

"Have you ever gotten in incredible power but was too scared to use it?" Roy asked. "Asking for a... Ah, you're not going to believe me. Okay, I got this crazy power, control over an entire element! But it's overwhelming. If I focus, I can see just about anything happening in the world at once. It hurts like Hell, and I'm pretty sure someone like me isn't able to even fathom a fraction of this. It's also... kinda scary. I feel like if I let loose I can destroy, well, the world without realizing it! How do you practice using powers you might not be able to control?"

It was like a battlefield in this room. En constantly was on edge, having to lift his legs or quickly duck in order to dodge the snake and the jerboa flying around like reckless missiles. He'd never seen either before, too-- especially the jerboa. That creature, though small, was something he felt like he'd see in mythology. Or Australia.
Things, thankfully, seemed to return to normal, at least enough for him to not have to worry about jumping out of his seat to save his hide. He turned to look at Seung-Ah, and the critters that went up to her curiously. He himself couldn't help but smile. "They sure are cute, aren't they?" he said. He pondered on what kind of advice to give for disciplining them. He'd never had a pet before, and the ones he'd visited, well, he never had the heart (or felt it was his place) to scold.
"Why don't we give them a treat now and worry about it later?"
En was not the one to ask for pet training advice.

"My daughter," sighed the king, "is in love."
He sank in his seat, fingertips pressed against each other, and a grave look on his face. He'd never looked so serious and irritated before. "Now, I'm not exactly an overbearing type-- I trust her and know she'll make the right decisions. But this man she's head over heels for, he's not good for her. He's a trickster, and I'm more than sure he's manipulating her feelings. She won't listen to me when I bring this up, and honestly, I'd prefer getting him to leave instead of reasoning things out." He turned to face you. "What are your thoughts? I need ideas on how to get him gone." With the way he spoke, you'd think he'd be asking about how to hire an assassin.
... It was entirely possible that's exactly what he was suggesting, too.

"What are you saying? Quinten widens his eyes at the king's words, feeling his blood run cold. "Surely you don't mean..." He sighs and glances around before facing the man again. "Don't go for...assassination right away," Quinten mumbles, "Scare him a bit, maybe rough him up a little, but what you're thinking must always be the last resort." The dragonling sighs and rolls his shoulders, as if trying to gather up his courage. Finally, he makes eye-contact with the king, a sad and pitiful smile on his face.  "If worse comes to worse, I know a few people..." he of course, is talking about himself or his mentor. 

"But remember" Quinten hesitantly pats his shoulder, stiffening after as if expecting to be hit or thrown into a dungeon, when no hit came he continues to speak, "That must be a last resort. Try to scare him or reason with him, persuade him to change his ways, or set up a trap so your daughter-er, i mean, her highness the princess, will see what kind of person this trickster really is."

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"My problem is definitely not something....very big." Quinten mumbles, his fingers and voice shaking, his eyes downcast as if his shoes were the most interesting thing in the world. "It's just... the responsibility of being a dragonling." he quickly snaps his head up, eyes wide and bringing a finger to his lips. "Please don't tell anyone." 

"I know dragonlings are rare and creatures that will fetch a handsome bounty but... please, don't tell anyone. I don't know what to do." He pleads, "I don't want to be captured and forced to fight or..." he gulps and shakes his head. "I can't control the scales showing up when I'm angry or my eyes flashing a different colour when corned. What do I do?"