'Ewww, I've never owned a cat and I never will! Do you have any idea how many stupid people have asked me 'Why don't you have a cat?' What? Just because I'm a witch, I'm supposed to have a cat? What idiots! I keep pet tarantulas - I have done ever since I was a teenager. I think I got my first one when I was fourteen. He was an adorable little fluffball... I named him Mustard because that's what colour he was... He died, unfortunately, a few months later. But I've had lots of other tarantulas since then and I can't understand why everyone is scared of them, they're such cute and perfect creatures! Are you all just huge cowards or something? Oh, but of course you are...' She grins as magic power seems to radiate from her, a dark wave of energy that's felt rather than seen. 'You're probably terrified of me... I am a dark witch.'
Basically this is an IC game where the characters get to ramble about something they associate with what the OC above them has talked about!
This can be anything from really straightforward associations (A talks about Christmas and B proceeds to talk about how they never believed in Santa) or something more vague (Character C talks about their relationship with their parents, character D talks about what their childhood home used to smell like).
The point of this game is to just have fun and get to know your own and other people's characters through their small ramblings!
- Your post can be any length you want! Just keep it short enough other people will have the stamina to read it to pick an association from there for their own OC
- Make sure to claim your spot so nobody will snatch it while you type!
- Your character doesn't have to respond to the character above in any way! However, they can do that if you want.
How this game works:
Character A: [talks something about flowers and how they like roses]
Character B: My father used to own a flower shop and I used to spend a lot time there [description about the shop and things they liked there]
Character C: I love shopping clothes but I don't usually have much money to do that!
Since there is no first post, how about the first poster's character talks about music! (what they like, if they play/sing themselves etc, anything they find relevant)
"Tarantulas? I admit, they're small and fluffy but it's like you took everything that's good about a pet and TWISTED it to be just...wrong. Bloody eight-legged terrorkittens. Even though I dislike spiders I am generally the one who has to deal with them around the house nonetheless, because I'm marginally less bothered by bugs than Terry. At least I was. Recently my minor dislike has grown into a phobia. It's not all run-of-the-mill typical "damsel fear" either, I've had legitimate bad experiences with them. When I first joined the occultists they had me put under a sort of supernatural sleep, letting my mind make up scenarios based on stimuli, so they could work out from the gathered data whether I was trustworthy. But they hadn't actually informed me that they'd do that. From my viewpoint it looked like the whole world was quickly going insane. It involved tagging along to a mission into the Buckingham Palace. And when we got there, there were only spiders. So many of them. I remember a butler rushing us through corridors only for Samson to grow suspicious of the bloke. When the butler was shot he just...he fell apart. Into spiders, just a wave of...of black, writhing spiders. Same with every other person whom we encountered. Spiders. And for a while I thought that one of the occultists, Margaret, was the "main villain" and had trapped me into a dream. It was an awful night. I nearly put a bullet through her head when I was woken up, before I managed to make sense of what had really happened. Ever since that spiders are...sort of a symbol of unrealness to me. When I see spiders congregating, say in an abandoned house, I get very agitated because I fear that someone must've put me under illusion-sleep again. That I'm trapped in unreality with no way out.
Furthermore, the day before I'd witnessed a case of an ACTUAL cursed spider, extracted from the flesh of a possessed woman. It had burrowed under her skin like a tick. Probably where my subconcious got the above-mentioned ideas from. So yes, I'm not getting anywhere near these crawlies if I can help it, thank you very much."
"Spiders rarely ever cause troubles for me but I find it fascinating that you actually visited the Buckingham Palace on a mission? My own kind of missions wouldn't put me anywhere near there and I do hope it will stay that way as long as possible. That aside, I have visited the UK twice, but of course I didn't get to visit the Buckingham Palace. One time was a friendly visit to Plymouth and the other time was in Liverpool. It would be a great honor to get to see such important place rich in historical and cultural values...but again, Saint Petersburg is my 'hometown', yet I have never set my foot in Peterhof. Unfortunately, the human commanders in the navy seem to think such educational field trip is not necessary for androids."
"Yeah, now that you mention missions - I, I actually stopped counting, you know? Uh, I mean, maybe you could just count my scars and esto- estim- estimate the number of missions ... because most of them ended with a bullet wound, you know? Although I can't really see many - but when I run my fingers across the back of my head, I feel, uh, a bunch of them. Heh, I wonder how many bullets are stuck in my body. I mean, Isamu always makes sure they get removed, but sometimes he's not around, and, well, Boss doesn't really care all that much. But that's kinda stupid, you know? Bullets in my head can't be healthy in the long run. Gosh, now I wanna have an x-ray and see if there are really bullets in my head. That would be so fun- funny! How would the radio- doctor guy react? I think he would be creeped out from the beginning if I walked in with scars all over me. Especially with the ones I got when people tried to cut off my head........"
"You should try a paper bag. :) They're good at covering up unwanted things. :) Like frowns. :) I hate frowns. :) That's why I wear this bag over my face, so I can always be smiling. :) But my body, it regenerates. I can't get scars like you. But I do get shot a lot, haha. :) There was one person I came across that had special bullets, acid bullets. :) They were quite scary. :) They messed with my regeneration, so I couldn't heal! :) What's even scarier is that he had such a genuine smile. He was truly happy. :) I wonder what that's like. :)"
"Creepy smiling aside, being happy is kind of my trademark, even though it can be pretty rough at times. But even though I can't make my parents happy, I'm pretty content with myself! I have a great fian- sorry, girlfriend, not fiancé quite yet! - and we run a pretty successful business. If you can call it that. Ha ha!"
'I admit, I lost interest in love after my mate - or girlfriend, as I suppose you would call her in your terms - was killed. I know that she died the way she would have wanted to, given the choice. In battle, serving a cause she believed in...' Tiger-tail narrowed his eyes contemplatively. 'But it still seems unfair that she should have died at such a young age. But then, perhaps I'm merely regretting that we didn't have time to do more together before she left this world. I always thought about having children with her. It's strange, but I feel as though I could have been a good father.'
"children are quite nice... most of the time. i do want children but, a female badger and a female wyvern can't exactly make a child. i don't even think badgers and wyverns can have children together, they are not similar enough. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to adopt a child with Joey, she has mauled her own children to death. she even raffled away her son! but, then again, she does play with the pups in the main hive... she does like sheep, maybe we can raise baby sheep... it just wouldn't be the same though... why am i still with her?...."
"Regrettably, despite Slavonia being known as the largest agriculture area in Croatia...my own settlement has grown too much the environment is probably not good enough to set up a farm nearby. Even so, my life is still involving with farming from time to time, my childhood friend Antica owns a farm with some cows and sheep. Then there's also a renowned stable specialized in breeding Lipizzan horses in her town. I don't mind help her work in her farm when I go to Djakovo...what I mind as heck is when she coerces me to ride one of the horses from the stable. Like...no thanks, liking horses is one thing, riding it is totally another story. I prefer riding on cart drawn by horses, if not just let me ride my tram...I don't plan to go for Olympics or becoming horse guard! She knows more than anyone that I'm not very athletic and yet...I guess she either wants me to fall or forces me to perfect my riding skill to avoid falling."
"I like horses; they're the only good or even tolerable thing when it comes to living in the Blackwood estate. When I was still just a servant I always took care of the horses, and they seemed to be almost as fond of me as I was fond of them. I particularly miss Sparky, I got to witness when he was being born, and was able to see him grow into a fine stallion, albeit a little mischievous. I do like Esther and Victorique we have at the Blackwood stables, but these horses feel so very different from the ones at the countryside. Esther is a good horse for riding in the woods, whereas Victorique is more of a showhorse than anything. I heard they might sell her, which is a shame because I like her, but they will probably get a new horse to replace her, and I might be able to have a say in it. In all honesty, I'd much rather deal with horses as a grownup than with whatever land and estate owning the Blackwoods are expecting me to do."
"Actually, estate-owning can be quite fun, especially when you get visitors every time it rains! Protagonist-y people always pass through and always seem to think it's alright to barge into my home... which, it is. Ah... It's great when you can just get your automata to make you and your guests a batch of cookies, while you entertain them with ridiculous tales of other people who have come here, or listen to their gossip... I love my mansion, it's actually quite a shame I don't share it with anyone other than my automata and the random people I tend to never see again..."
Revival time!
"Fffuck, cookies are great," Aiden exhaled, leaning back in his seat.
"My favorite has got to be, mmh, t-the snickerdoodle ones. I-I remember one t-time my friend c-c-cooked some, and she put in a-a whole ton of-of-of salt instead of-of-of sugar on-on accident. I-I found out when I-I took a-a bite. Like, this huge bite."
"I did that once. With muffins, though. I put too much salt in because I didn't know how much to use. They tasted like shit, but I guess my parents liked them, sorta. I dunno if they really did or if they were just lying to me about that. I can never tell! Everyone could be lying to me about everything and I'd never know because I'm not smart enough to figure it out, I guess. Who knows? I sure don't."
"O-Oh, I know that feeling all too well." Even as he spoke, Hopper was trembling, looking around nervously. "I'm always scared that everyone's lying to me, or holding some big, big secret from me. What if I'm not actually the prince? What if I'm some-some plant they put in when the REAL prince was taken?! Or what if there's a curse I don't know about?? All kinds of thoughts like those can be overwhelming, I lose so much sleep." He rubbed his eyes. The bags under them were more noticeable. "I don't think I've gotten a full night's rest in years..."