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We've got a lot of 'ask the OC above'-type games, so let's change things up a bit. In this case, the OC above asks the OC below a question, and they have to answer! And so the chain goes.
- Any question goes as long as it's not NSFW or offensive. It can even be a peculiar question!
- The OC below does not have to answer the question correctly. The answer can be wrong or straight-up nonsensical.
Rules:
- This is primarily a 'for fun' thread. You don't have to take this too seriously.
- Post IC. This is an OC thread, after all!
- Don't be an ass. This means that if you have a user blocked or if you've been blocked, you should refrain from posting until someone else is available. Don't skip people.
- Please keep things PG-13. This is an SFW thread! If something is a bit more questionable, please spoiler it or black it out!
- Avoid sandwiching posts. Unless 12+ hours have passed, wait until at least two other users have posted before you go again. If you've sandwiched recently, please refrain from doing so again unless several days have passed.
Rules may be added or adjusted depending on how this thread goes. The main rule here is to have fun!
The first post is a freebie! That is, your OC opens with a question! (If no one claims it in within three hours, I'll post IC.)
"Oh, I know just the thing that would satisfy me, but I doubt others would be happy to hear that, so I will keep my lips sealed."
"A question for the rest: have you ever wondered if your identity is truly beyond the intervention of others? That you cannot be changed by outside forces?"
"Alternatively, what will you do with the revelation that someone has changed you from who you were meant to be?"
An iron knuckle stifles her smile. "It's been a while since I've heard someone assume the majority believes in a predestined fate. Many in my faith do, don't get me wrong, but myself, I... Well, I haven't decided. It's hard to believe my identity is beyond intervention when I would have been dead before 10 without it. But when someone tells me everything happens for a reason, to forge us into the shape the universe needs... I can't say I don't feel that in some part of me." Shaking her head, Ines is still smiling. "So I guess my answer is if I had that revelation, I'd just be overjoyed to have an answer." Caught up in the philosophy of it all, Ines successfully completely misses Alois's implied revelation.
In the tone of a high schooler gossiping at a sleepover, "Who is... the scariest person you've ever met?"
"You could say i'm a believer," Xander started slowly, a tilt of his head as he gathered his thoughts. "There's both written and oral records of both Magic Beings existing, sorcery did not sprout out of nowhere." A pause, "Or so I like to believe."
"There's numerous theories, numerous sects and branches each with their interpretations of the origin of sorcery. But my favorite... In a way it's comforting," Xander continued, tilting her head back to look at the sky. "The thought that when our planet was in danger, revolution slowly halting around its star, the universe heard us. And sent us help."
"Two agents of harmony. The strength of the Dark, and the wit of the Light."
"Do you like to read? Or maybe write?"
“Well… I must say like…” (purses lips) “I wouldn’t say, most; I’d actually say like, maybe some people? I feel like when most people try to change something, it like rarely ever happens. It’s possible, but really in like a good amount of them it’s just not possible. Especially if the person has done something like irredeemable.”
“So what do you like… do to take care of yourself? Whether it’s like simple or more elaborate stuff.”
" Taking care of myself is an easy thing. I guess it came with time, but at in any moment where I can feel stress about to make me break, or I have a looot of negative emotions pent up, I make it my deal to have either the rest of the day or the next day reserved to taking care of myself. On those days, I like to stay in and absorb myself in stuff I like. I'll paint, even though I'm not too good at it, rewatch an old show or movie, or just do a whole load of nothing! If it's been an especially rough time, I'll order takeout from my favorite restaurant in town. So I guess to take care of myself, I let myself enjoy things. It's the little stuff, y'know? "
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" Let me see.. Oh, I've got one! Who is somebody that you find yourself thinking about a lot? It can be for reasons good, bad, or even neutral."
"Hmm... somebody that i think about often?" sikarus looks up ahead putting his hands to his sides and gave out a quiet chuckle "My! it would be my mother of course! i love her to death ya' know, a mothers love is stronger then others" he sighs and looks back at the odd person in front of him "I just, wished she takes a simple time off and not overwork herself to her doom, but handling a kingdom is hard work, and i know that..."
"if you met your past self, what advice would you give to them?"
"I... would have a lot of advice to say, to be honest. Namely about being careful and to not let the power get too much into his head, if possible. And to cherish his loved ones and appreciate their presence."
There's a noticeable silence from there, as if Nethil cannot muster up the will to speak any further, his gaze lowered.
"What would you do if you had the power to save the world?"
"The question answers itself, doesn't it?" Black veins, hair turning dark. The electric power of a God in the palm of a hand. Wide eyes meeting cold black pupils. Long hair flapping in the wind like the flag of a new era.
Kath stows away the memories, tidying them like wayward paperwork. "I save the world."
Whether the people come to be grateful of it, whether the people come to see it as that. Well, it doesn't matter, does it.
"Suppose." A pause, and she flicks away a speck of dust from her gloves. "Suppose a former ally had turned on you, left your cause to fight it instead. Years later they stroll in," With the gall to spy inside your walls and the overconfidence to think he'd succeed undiscovered. "And they give their back to you. Given the chance," The corner of her mouth twitched. "Given the chance, would you kill them?"
Asteria narrows her eyes, "This is an oddly specific question," she says, with some emphasis. She leans in, her one remaining eye glinting with morbid curiosity, "I don't suppose you're planning on killing such a somebody, are you?" Then, abruptly, she turns and shrugs, "But, oh, it's truly none of my business. Perhaps, I should just answer your question..." She is silent for a few moments, apparently deep in thought.
Finally, she answers. "Oh, I don't think I'd kill them," she says, decisively. "I don't think I forgive so easily as to just kill someone who has betrayed my trust. Certainly, I'd want to incapacitate them, rid them of any ability to pose a problem. But kill them? No, no, I'm sure there will be much more enjoyable ways to make them pay."
"Ah, but let's lighten the mood! Ex-lovers!" she exclaims, throwing up her arms, "You loved them once, hate them now! Or not. Are you on good terms with any of your ex-lovers?"
⬇️ RESPONSE! I'm sorry pink lady is awful
Asteria's eye remained locked onto the Knight as he bared the wounds of his past. Her wide grin wavered only slightly as she watched the towering thing seem to fold in on himself, and claw uselessly at his metal frame. When he'd finished, she allowed a few moments of silence, as though hoping for him to say more.
"Ah, love!" She finally sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as though picturing a scene of romance. "The beautiful act of baring your beating heart to another, that they may sink their claws-- or, well, talons deep into you. Dare to draw them out, and you bleed with... Each. Precious. Beat." Each pause was punctuated by the tap of a clawed finger against the Black Knight's metal chest.
She took a step back, looked up at the Knight's menacing black figure. He could crush her with no effort, she knew, but she wasn't afraid. How could she fear something she pitied? "Thank you for the tale, metal man," she said. "When I asked my question, I expected to hear the tale of a petty falling out. This... is so much better."
tw abusive relationships, brief self harm
"Um. Uh," he started, immediately jumping back, "Well. No."
"For a while, I never really did the whole partnering thing?" Knight said, avoiding the elephant in the room, "I don't know, I didn't have the energy to, considering work and all. Us demons are a little more lax about what we consider romantic, so, I dunno, I didn't see the point? Just make out with your friends- I don't know why you humans are so fucking strict about it."
"But then-" his body language closed off, he tried to seem as small as possible- "BLACKBIRD came along. I guess it's because I didn't have to deal with work anymore, or maybe he was just that charming, but I- I toppled. Ten years later I was following him around like a lost puppy. Took... a lot of effort, to crawl out of that hole- but he just kept getting angrier, there- there's so much hate in him, it was like staring into the abyss," he whimpered, and was silent for a couple of seconds after. He was shaking, rocking back and forth, trying to scratch at his own metal skin.
"I- after a lot of affirmation from my friends, and my brothers, I broke up with him. But, it doesn't... feel like I did. I still spend my every waking moment thinking about him- I- Lucifer," (said as a human would say God), "It feels like he's haunting me. Maybe we were soulmates, and God's cursed me for tearing the red string. He just keeps showing up, I keep feeling his goddamn hands on my back, I keep waking up thinking I'm in his bed." Another long pause, more anxious scratches.
"I don't know if I can even call him an ex. Sorry- you- I know you wanted to lighten things up. He just... won't leave my fucking head."
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"Okay, uh, how about- favorite food? That's a light one."