Give advice to the OC above you!

"Well," I pause, taking a long drag off a cigarette, "That's a complicated question alright. Ya might have to blur the lines a little bit. I think you'd have to tell part of the truth, just forget to tell all of it. You tell the whole truth you risk losin' the mission. You lie, you lose trust, which also loses the mission. Sounds to me like you've already lied to her quite a bit, so next time she asks, tell her it's a family heirloom, belongs to your family. You don't gotta go into heavy details 'bout where you got it from, for all she knows you have no clue. She also doesn't know everything you do, ya know? Give her part of the story, and if you wanna tell her the rest after the mission's done go for it. She probably deserves to know, just withhold the information til' she needs to.

"And thus, my dilemma. My childhood, it was messed up. I was born messed up. My dad was the head of the yakuza's underling, so I was brought in when he died even though I was still a kid. It was cool to me at the time, but now... I just want what everyone else has, ya know? I quit that stuff, rather they wanna believe it or not. I fell off their radar, living out in a rundown house in the middle of nowhere that hasn't been so much as looked at in decades. It's in a nice ol' town, tucked back in the woods, full of nice people. And now I can see that the way everyone else is living? In their own old houses, farming up the land? With their wife, their kids, their grandkids? I want that, but I don't want to risk their safety. So? What do I do 'bout it?"

     Terry took a thoughtful sip of his coffee. He wasn't fazed by the fact that he was talking to someone with deep connections to the yakuza, whether Mephisto wanted them or not. Honestly, not much fazed him at this point, and, surprisingly, it wasn't the first time he's spoken with members of the underworld. This kind of problem was one he'd overheard many times, and he had to admit he wondered what a good answer to that would be.
     "Personally," the teacher sighed after a while, stirring around his coffee. "I don't think that's a life you can avoid. Sounds like you've done it well enough for while, but that paranoia isn't going to leave-- won't even take an inch. My guess is: you can either join back in with that group and force them not to harm people you love, or you can hope that you won't get caught anytime soon and enjoy what you have. Neither have a happy ending, but that's how I see it."

     "Trouble sleeping is something I'm used to at this point," Terry explained. "I'll be tired as hell but something inside of me just keeps resisting going to sleep. Lately, though, I've been taking medicine to help calm everything down. Works wonders. The problem now, though, is waking up. I can't get rid of the grogginess I feel. It's taking everything in me to stay awake for an hour, let alone an entire school day, and Lord knows this body of mine is way too used to caffeine for me to wake up with a cup of coffee."

"Doesn't everyone claim that?" Hakim, plenty ignorant to Terry's plight in its entirety, sat cross-legged and nonchalant. Having your problem be dismissed was on the same level as being insulted, both things the man was experienced in perpuating.

Being even remotely useful was the only thing that piqued his interest now.

"Caffeine is best in sparse doses. If you're the type to drink a cup of coffee each day, then you're doomed." he drawled out, "But, when I need to get out of bed and don't want to, I have to count up to three and get up. If I don't get up, usually I'll just sit in bed pissed off at myself until I do. It's a matter of forcing yourself up... But, for actually getting rid of that grogginess..."

He trailed off a moment and scratched at the side of his face. "You need to eat something that's good for you. A fried egg and tomato over some toast works wonders for boosting your energy. If you're that tired, it's usually a sign you're not treating your body well enough."

"I don't like crawling up to people like you for help." Hakim spoke in a hiss, as if disdaining the moment. Good lord. Guess you're not gonna get any help, then. "But, I need advice on how to brush my hair. It's always been easily tangled, you know, so it's nothing new for me, but my aunt just spent thirty minutes shouting at me that I need to keep it clean when people visit the property." That was absolutely an over-exaggeration. "So, I need to know what to do to keep it managed. Aside from cutting it. I refuse to cut it."

vv I still love Paschal   It's been fifty years

'People like you.' Boy, if Paschal had a coin for every time he's heard that directed at him, he wouldn't be one of "those" people to begin with! 

"Look, I get it. Big strong lord having trouble with a little hygiene. We've all been there. I personally...just don't brush my hair!" He takes off his hat, and with the removal of a couple pins, a long braid falls from where it was wrapped neatly in a bun on his head, flowing down to his lower back.

"See? If you're worried about keeping your hair from getting tangled, I'd just...braid it up and tuck it away! It'd keep it out of your handsome little royal face, tangle-free, and look nice to boot. But that's just the opinion of a person like me, so..."

"Hey, uh, listen..." Paschal speaks with an uncharacteristic lack of confidence. "It's, uh, it's getting dark out, huh? And I, well...I'm not too familiar with where I am, so it looks like I'll be out for a little while...in the dark...N-Not that that bothers me or anything, just, uh...Hypothetically speaking, if you had a fear of the dark...how would you get over it? Just a hypothetical, of course...haha."

12halos done!! >w<

There was such an insecure tone in Paschal’s voice, Aiden almost found it amusing. She knew how treacherous the forests were – especially a forest as enchanted as the one of her Cult. She couldn’t blame the man for… fearing it… especially at nighttime.

But his question… oh, Aiden found it even more amusing. With a soft snort, she adjusted her rifle’s strap over her shoulder and spoke with lots of confidence in her voice, “There is absolutely no need for you to be insecure about being… wary of the dark, my friend. For your fear is very much understandable in this current situation.”

Her eyes darted to the edge of the forest ahead of them, “This forest… hides lots of various beasts, some of them hostile, the others not. It’s quite frightening to walk through it at daytime, let alone daring to pass through it at night!...”

As Aiden looked back at Paschal, she flashed him a reassuring smile, “For that, one needs to hold a lot of courage. But, if you wouldn’t mind…”

She looked down at her hand, snapped her fingers, and created a small flame that floated in the air just above her palm. Looking back at Paschal, Aiden grinned, “…my best advice would be to try to face your fear with somebody by your side. And I’d be more than willing to be your escort till you’ve reached the other end of the forest.”

There weren’t many things that could frighten a pyromancer, especially one confident with their powers. And yet… her powers were also the very thing which made Aiden very, very insecure and… almost frightened of herself.

Clearing her throat, she stepped before the person standing in front of her, her whole stance sheepish. Blinking up at the person, she met their eyes and nervously spoke up, “Uhmmm... have you ever had that one thing that means a lot to you… to the point that you’re almost obsessing over the fact what would happen if you were to lose it? Well…”

With a heavy sigh, she slid her rifle’s stripe off her shoulder and held the weapon with both hands, eyeing it up and down. “This… this rifle was given to me by my… mother,” Aiden quietly began, her voice slightly trembling, “and it helps me control my abilities in case they go haywire… because I am a… well… pyromancer…”

She paused there. “But I can’t completely control my powers yet… and… and I constantly keep fretting as to what would happen if I were to lose my precious rifle… because I have no clue how to control my abilities…”

Raising her eyes from the rifle, Aiden blinked up at the person again. “If you know any way that would help me… I’d be so, so grateful for that…” 

CometTheMountainLion Hey man, you've gotta play by the rules. The very last paragraph in the post above you is asking you for advice about a specific situation, and you reply with what advice your character would have over it. In this case, the character is asking about fishing.

After you give your advice, your character will ask for help over their own situation for the next poster.

     Alcott folded his arms and stared at the ground in thought, though nodded in understanding. He didn't fish often, but he could sympathize with that kind of problem. It was that issue that got him to stop being so active in fishing in the first place (it didn't help that his partner hated fish).
     "Well," he sighed while removing his cigarette from his mouth. "I've only done the basic fishing-- sitting on a boat with the rod, and all that, so I don't know much about traps. Have you tried different bait? I know fish tend to get tired of the same stuff. Nightcrawlers and grasshoppers did well for me. When I switched the bait they practically jumped into my boat." He chuckled lightly. Those memories made him want to try it again for old time's sake.
     "Maybe look into that lake, too," he suggested to Jeb. "Could be the weather is affecting them, or maybe some new kind of predator hogging them for themselves." Granted, the two only knew each other for a few seconds, but Jeb seemed like a good person. Strangely, there was something about him off-putting to the teacher, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. Maybe the fishes were better at recognizing that?

     "So... It's hard to put into words." Rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, Alcott unfolded his wings. "I've never really put much thought into taking care of these. Even if I wanted to, there's never been anyone I could talk to about it--" He gestured in your direction. "-- until now. Can you help me with these? The feathers lately have been poking in weird directions, and they both feel so stiff when I unfold them. I usually keep them tightly closed during work, but they've never given me too bad a problem until recently."

((DAMN ive been ninja'd so ill do both!))

Yakyak

Fluer takes a moment, reeling in his line. He clears his stuffy throat before looking over at the much bigger werewolf. "Youve certainly come to the right person, boy." He nods. "Fishing is one of our main ways of sustenance where I come from." He examines the fish trap.... "Hm..... Have you been moving it around...? Fish are gettin' smarter these days." He speaks, his words full of confidence. He takes the fish off of his hook, throwing it over to Jed. "Use this wisely, kid. And if you need anything else, dont forget to ask the old man fishing at the docks. I have a lot of wisdom to share."

PicklePantry

"I see.... That is a very common problem with wings that dont get too much use. They get stiff and messy...." He mumbles, examining them. "Y'see, My little Pine has wings too, so I gotta make sure she stretches them out every once in a while.... The way you're talkin', these aint had a proper stretch in a LONG time." He huffed. "Now, what I'd suggest is properly stretching them out, and perhaps seeing a masseuse!"

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Fluer sits down beside your character, with a sigh. "I don't think i'm fit for action anymore...." He grumbled, his back killing him. "But i have an apprentice, and there aint no other star warriors that can teach him.... And nobody would be there to protect my quaint little home..." You can hear his back crackle as he stretches. "....Think of anything i can do....?"

AMBROZ ping cuz its been a minute !

Elijah stifled a laugh at the mopey man in front of them and sqaured their shoulders, listening to his woes. An ear flicked as he nodded gravely, a mockingly solemn look on his face. "Well, now, pal," They said, clearing their throat. "You've come to the right demon! I live to make people like me," He said, and he knew it was the truth. "Alright, first things first. All that be yourself bullshit? Forget it." He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Nine times out of ten people either think you're boring or deranged. No, no, no, never be 100% you," They rocked back and forth on their feet as they talked, a go-to fidget. "Instead, be pieces of you! Adapt to the situation you're in. And then, once you've got a person snared in a piece of your personality, go ham! They can't get rid of you now. They adore you too much." With a dramatic flourish, Eli bowed. "There, I've shared my wisdom. Use it well."

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The demon took a piece of jerky out of their pocket and started chewing furiously. They looked the other up and down and sighed. "Sorry, nervous stim. I don't usually ask people for advice," He began, taking another bite and tearing through the thing. "But I seriously need to know. How the hell do you get a sister who is nothing like you to say more than like, one word a week to you?" They continued to chew, pausing for a moment before speaking again. "OK, I'm aware that seems out of left field, but I can't wrap my head around it! Even if I'm a bastard, all my friends grew to love me. Immediately. But Gaia...seems cold. Distant. I can't stand it." He sighed. "All these years wanting and older sister and what do I get? A distant stranger. Dammit, man."

     "Heh, that sounds like one of those classic wishes gone wrong," Tori chuckled while crossing his arms. Nevertheless, he tilted his head in thought. "Getting a quiet person to talk, though, huh? That's a tough one for sure." Now that he thought about it, how did he usually get cold people to warm up to him?
     ... Well now, he couldn't remember a time at all! Usually he'd decide those people weren't fun enough and would either possess them or leave, but this was a sister, right? Couldn't exactly leave without some long term detriments.
     "Well, have you heard of memes?" he pondered while rubbing the chin of his mask. "I've seen those get a smile out of even the toughest-looking person. You'll have to cycle through a lot, but it'll help you figure out her kind of humor and eventually get her to open up. I'm guessing, at least. Or... Oh, I know! Get her a mask! People love masks, especially the strong, silent types-- Hey, you know what? Use my mask!" He pointed to the kitsune mask. "I bet she'll love it! And when it's on? She'll become a whole different person, I guarantee it!"

     "You any good with magic? I've got a problem, see..." Tori moved his hands around as if to conjure up the right words. Eventually, he sighed in defeat. "This body isn't mine. I'm a kitsune trapped in this mask. Got cursed into it when I pranked the wrong person-- Anyway, I'm tired of being a mask. Possessing people can only be fun for so long. You got any ways to break this curse? I miss my tails."