What does your OC envy about the OC above?

"Into the meditation stuff huh?" Thorn said from her position of leaning against a nearby wall, one of her boots resting on the vertical surface whilst her arms remained crossed over her chest. She had noticed Donna meditating in a quiet place away from the bustle of the crowds, Thorn couldn't really blame her. "Can't say I've ever had the patience for such a thing...." She gave a soft chuckle. "I guess in a way you could say I envy that a bit, being able to sit still and focus inward.....not something I have really excelled at; my expertise lie more in heavy lifting and combat." Thorn turned and looked at the sky for a while before turning back to Donna. 

"Anyway....where are my manners..." She said moving from the wall and approached the smaller girl before extending her hand in greeting. "The names Thorn."

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Follow Up: 

Roswell’s shoulder rested against the gate of the junkyard. He pressed his cigarette between his teeth, lit his tondeldoos and used his hand to shelter the flame.
“Yer got all yer ducks in a row, hu,” he said. Roswell’s gaze flicked towards Thorn. He smiled.
“Yer own lil empire,” he said. As the flame jumped from his tondeldoos and to his cigarette. “Sumethin’ to be proud of. Oi know how hard it is to get, dis,” he gestured at the junkyard before them. “It’s not easy. Buildin’ things from de ground up.” The thief finally stretched his back. “Yer keep dis place runnin’ with dat golden heart of yers. Dese people will die for ye,” he remarked. “Dat is sumethin’ to be envious of. Oi don’t think der are a lot of ‘good’ people left in de word,” he told Thorn. Roswell breathed in some of his smoke. “Oi’m not a good person,” he confessed. Then smiled. “So it looks loike dis ol’ dog can still learn a thing or two from a youn’ hund like yer.” Roswell pressed his cigarette against the gate. Leaving a small black mark on it. Almost as if he wanted to prove his point too desperately. “I have to do some trails roi? When can oi start?” 

Bruna flipped through the hundreds of pages in her history book. In it, there was a section about the van Breek family. They were a noble family, and controversy came when Mashall can Breek narrowly managed to inherit the riches. This line had Bruna hooked. She continued reading. It said that in the late 11th century, Roswell van Breek, twin brother of Mashall, had apparently sold his eye and assumed his brother’s identity. He then travelled to another city to practice magic.

Bruna was amazed at this story. She was one of the greatest bowlers in Norwegian history, and relied on the Internet for her popularity, but Roswell van Breek had become notorious in a time before electricity, computers, or the Internet.

But then, Bruna realized something. “Trains existed in 1080?! What kind of history book is this?”. She then threw the book down in confusion and disappointment.

"Your school made a whole bowling team for you?" Winnie asked, eyes wide, "Woah, I wish I had that kind of support. I tried to convince 'em to make a mecha fighting team or even just a robotics club when I went to school, but they wouldn't go for it. Said it was 'dangerous' or something. Can you believe that? What's so dangerous about a few fighting robots? They have safety protocols."

     "You deal with mechas? Interesting. I've yet to see any in my city, but the idea has always been there. They're very complicated pieces of technology, so to be able to repair them must require a keen intellect."
     Frederick crossed his arms, amused and admittedly envious of her skills. Or, perhaps, he was more envious of the fact that she was around mechas at all. What kind of world would open up to him if he could somehow hack into one? Only someone that spent as much time around them as Winnie would know.

"Oh your just so put together, And such a smart way to cover your tracks. Really, I mean it. Its really intelligent and I'm upset I couldn't think of it sooner, though I suppose its too late for me to turn back now, hm." His tail swaying lightly behind him in a calm manor, "your clothing choices are also so well thought out. such a classy outfit. really professional.."

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He tilts his head listening to their story and examining their posture, holding his chin with his hand. A puzzled look across his face. "ah, Find one? you cannnot. As I make all my own clothing and my own jewelry, now of course I couldn't make this watch on my own. I got help from a dear.." he pauses and ponders. "Ill say friend, But Ill allow you to have it, As you seem to need it more then me." he slips off the watch gently and checks to see the time is on point before handing it to elliot. "now take care of yourself alright?"

“I envy-“ the mercenary had to thing for a moment. What DID he envy bout the kid. It was obviously something. The feeling was there. The kid had it real hard though so it was boggling to him that he envied anything. If anything the kids situation just reminded him of his own childhood. With rub to the back of his own neck he concluded “yeah- I guess I envy yer chances. You can still escape eh? Just gotta keep moving I guess- wish I was you”

The little clown demon stared up at the towering fellow, anyone to Nol was towering. Nol is a little demon of Envy, literally! She can find anything about you and want it. For Veritas,, she hated that he was not only taller than her, but has a monocle, now that was a sign of superiority. "HEY, FOSSIL!" she shouted "Why do you get to be tall! Who decided that??? While me, your simple sweet kid, is cursed to be below eye-level!" the little demon stomped her clown shoes into the ground. "You better grant me your height dummy or there will be hell to pay!!" 

     "Oh, how I envy the innocence of youth," Cor beamed behind his mask, patting Nol on the head. "Even with all your sins and misdeeds, your childlike innocence still manages to come out now and then, doesn't it?" Typically, he would despise those that would harm others, especially children, but something about Nol calmed down any rage he got.

"Mmmm..." Alexia groaned. She hated admitting these sorts of things. "You can use both of your eyes. I wish I could still do that." She grumbled, crossing her arms and turning her head away.

Xander placed his hat between his fingers. He rubbed its edges while his eyes met Alexia's. He stared. The silence between them was a cold one. Almost hostile. Xander cleared his throat as he finally set down his hat onto his lap and tried to make himself comfortable in his chair. But he wasn't comfortable. The troll's presence made him on edge.

 "So, you're an assassin, right madam?" Xander said, breaking the silence between them. He paused. "I'm not a particular fan of murderers. Especially those that are trained for the, well... Task. I am sorry if that offended you." Xander smiled weakly. "I have to admit, madam, that I know little about you. Or your choices in life. I've only heard some tales about you. Some rumors," he continued. Xander's gaze dipped. "Those stories aren't all happy ones. Void, I won't even call them healthy. But," Xander forced his eyes back upward. "I've heard about your rages too." The older man let out his breath. His gaze drifted away from Alexia and to his office window. There it lingered as he continued. "I do not think that anger, rage, is something…Negative," he said. "I do have to admit that I sort of even envy your abilities to lose yourself in your fury." Xander frowned slightly. He eyed Alexia again. "I feel anger too. About a lot of things. I try to use it in my writing, in my songs but something is blocking me from accomplishing that. I think it's some kind of embarrassment. Or guilt. Preventing me from writing it all out. I," Xander frowned more. "I sometimes wished I could let my anger lead me."

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I don't have a fitting meme but I wanted to share this picture of a dodo

Noel could pick out a couple things he envied Xander for. Owning a dodo... That was something Noel definitely wanted. Bonbon was neat and all, but she wasn't a fat little bird. Having a hand was also a thing. God, he missed having two hands. It made hunting and cooking so much easier, and he couldn't fight as well as he once did.

"You have a daughter who loves you." Noel eventually murmured, only to then immediately feel guilty. Embarrassed, even. That was the sort of thing a socially stupid adult would whine about over the Internet, not him. It was something his nephew would have bitched about. Still, Noel couldn't shake that feeling, even if it was his own fault. "I heard that your girl is an adult by now. It must be hard. It's something I worry about all the time. Maribelle said to me, once, that she knew I thought she was an idiot. Which isn't true, but I know she sniffs things like that out from somewhere."

"..So, I think that's it." He sighed. Chagrin still lingered within him, and he grew more uncomfortable the longer his mind lingered on the topic. He probably did fail her. "All I can tell you is to stick with yours. She might not be around much, adulthood and all, but it wouldn't hurt to reach out to her as much as possible. I imagine you write to her regularly. That sort of bond, I always thought it was..." He trailed off, unable to speak the word. It just felt nice to him to have someone to dote on.

he like the green one

     "Oh Noel," Jackson sighed dreamily. Oh Noel, indeed. What a name. It had the perfect assortment of letters, it just rolled off the tongue! Like now, when he sighed again, "Noel, Noel, Noel. I'm so jealous of you. So handsome and strong. Man, oh man, you must be beating people off with a stick." If not, he was sure as hell going to beat the hell out of Jackson at some point. And you know what? He'd thank him for it.

     "Your restraint, too!" the thief added. "I don't know how you're not married already! Why, you look the type to have, say... two ex-lovers and a side one, right?" Make that two side lovers, he snickered, completely unfazed by the look and comments he was given. Instead, ever happy with little hearts floating above him, he presented Noel with a box. "Check it out! I saw this and thought of you. Neat, isn't it? They're sweet, just like you~" It was a box of jellybeans. "So! What color should I dye my hair, huh? Dark brown?"

"I have to admit, while it's incredibly endearing, I do also envy your energy a bit. So lively and outgoing..." Vinzent said with a relaxed smile on his face. Chances are he wouldn't be nearly as invested in the thief if it weren't for those qualities. He sunk deeper into his armchair and averted his gaze out the window, a reminiscent look in his eyes. "I remember when I was able to jump around with not a care in the world," A pause. "Flirting with beauties left and right..."
He sighed and turned his attention back to the other. "That is not something I can afford doing in the present, I'm afraid. Sometimes life will take unexpected turns like that." The demon lord took a sip of his crimson tea, holding very intense eye contact with Jackson. Then his lips spread into an onimous grin.
"Enjoy it while you can."

V Yooo that was so good! I loved reading that 😭✨