"Your voice," she pointed at the talking-party, "is like a talking migraine." Leika said. Formal as usual.
She crossed her arms. Her ear occasionally flickered as she tried to hear the words, instead of getting irritated by the sounds.
“Watcha mean that wasn’t allowed?” Leika spat. Clearly she felt some secondhand anger. An emotion the other two seemed too be lacking.
But don’t worry Chatty and blobby. Leika got more where that came from. “Thats stupid. Absolutely ridiculous. Void! Not everything needs to cost somethin’ you know!”  Leika said. No ranted.
“Listen, bud, sure your rainbow-tutu looks great” her eyes dropped at Chatty. “But I’m gonna to getcha the best looking tiara ‘n tutu that I can find and they are going to accept it. Or otherwise i’ll make them. Get it?” Leika said. Before flexing her arm.
“I'll punch them in their...Faces, if they reject ya”

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Leika nervously rubbed her hands together. Oh she had something on her liver alright, something she needed to blurt out really quick and forget about it. Unfortunately for you(r oc) it was you(r oc) that caught her attention.
“Hey buddy,” she said. Before hopping over into your direction.
“I broke Xander’s vase. Like Xander, Xander the important rich guy? Ya... Broke his vase,” she said. A twitchy grin popped up on her face.
“It was a big one, roughly as big as a toddler. Or so I think, I.. I don’t know how big toddlers are. Anyway. I.. Threw a rock at it. Couldn’t help it. And now it’s broken.”

"Hmph..." Kusanagi closed her eyes, before shaking her head swiftly. "Foolish. While admire you standing in the face of authority... you are still a fool!" With a clack, the tip of her measuring stick hit the ground beneath her. "I imagine the repurcussions will be swift... that's if you are found out of course. If I had any loyalty towards this 'Xander', then you'd be seconds away from punishment. But I have no wish to see you punished for a foolish mistake... rather I hope you learn from it. Or at least, you'll think twice before spilling the details to a complete stranger."

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"If I could have a moment of your time, please." Kusangi bowed her head as she approached, before assuming her typical scowl, which leered rather accusingly towards you. "Many people do not realise this but... I have a love for sketching. That said..." She blushes slightly, her stern lips pursing together. "I am not overly skilled. My technique is paltry at best... I can't even draw a perfect or consistent circle." She sighed and shook her head. "Do not ask my why i'm revealing this information to you, in particular... I just felt compelled to do so."

Num pulls out a joint. “Watch this”, he says. He lighted the joint, and put it in his mouth. Taking a puff of chronic, he allows the smoke to rise into his nose. Num then pulls back his eyeball, and the green marijuana smoke comes out, making his eye even redder than it already was.

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Lil’ Num once escaped from the ADX Florence federal supermax prison.

"I wish I could go to prison like you." said Manslaughter, who was twelve years old and amazingly stupid. "And then escape it, just because I can." She was certain she could escape a prison, too. Among other things. Alas, she was a child, and a feeble one. A gust of wind could knock her over and she didn't have the brains to strategize a jailbreak. She could definitely do it, though! Abso-fucking-lutely. Positively.

Hell, it seemed she didn't care that she was talking to a criminal, anyway. As stupid as she was, she probably thought of him as a comrade of sorts. That was just fucking bizarre. Just awful.

Criminals deserve payment for their crimes, but, like, actual money. Manslaughter would rob a bank for him. She had a gun now.

"I made a girl cry, once." said Manslaughter. She probably made many girls cry. "I saw her outside of the Wal-Mart near here, she was one of those stupid Girl Scouts, selling cookies and all. Well, I got-- I got the fuckin' idea--" She drew in a deep breath. She was oh-so proud of herself, and that was most apparent as she continued on, "I got some of her cookies." Stole. "And she get pissy at me, so I hit her with my scooter! Then she cried and her mom or whatever called the police. Her mom didn't look like her. I bet she's adopted. The cops didn't catch me, anyway. Isn't that so cool?"

Xander paled with every word Manslaughter said. He stared at her. He was shocked. In disbelief. This girl, this child, was a monster. Xander had no other words to describe it. "Oh, well making someone cry," he tried to butt in with little success. "Ah you see, swearing like fu-," another sentence he couldn't finish. "You hit her? With your scooter? Oh, oh." Xander rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He weighed his words carefully, as he didn't want to be the next person getting hit by a scooter. "That is a crime," he finally settled on. "I won't say, it is cool," Xander added in a quick breath. "I would say the police in your city do a horrible job, little lady."

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"Someone broke my vase," he said. The corners of Xander's mouth drooped and he looked incredibly sad. "I have no idea who does such a thing," he added. "But it surely is broken. Ah my friend, it's such a tragedy," Xander shook his head. "It was such a beautiful vase too. Roughly the size of a medium dog." He indicated a height with his hand. "Or, ah, a toddler."

“Oh sir, that‘s horrible!“ Aurora held art (any kind of art really!) in a high regard, which is she was sad to hear this as well. It reminded her of the times where she also destroyed one of the vases in her room by pure accident— it felt terrible! “I am so sorry this happened to you, that‘s very mean! I figure the vase was of great importance to you?“ While she hadn‘t met anyone who would destroy her belongings— either on purpose or by accident— it was a bit hard for her to imagine why someone would do this, but for now, she wanted to lift the mood a little bit.

“I do not know if you wish to buy a new one, but there is a place that sells handmade vases and other pottery— and they are hand painted too! Maybe this could raise your spirits, good sir?“ A soft smile emerged on her face as she pointed in the direction of the store she was talking about.

“You know, ever since I have started living in this castle, I have felt this… vast loneliness. Not one ever engages in conversations with me unless I make myself known. I know it‘s because of my current situation, but...“ Aurora fidgeted with her fingers, thinking of anything to say, hoping to get the conversation going. “I feel like being the only, non magical being here is somewhat suffocating almost. Don‘t get me wrong, I love it here! I just… never felt like I belonged here, at all.“

"So they're real?..." Cole squinted his eyes at the sight of Johns chompers. He thought for a moment. "Tsk... Huh, I clicked my tongue?" he asked, before John even had a chance to point it out. "That doesn't sound like somehting I'd do." he lied straight to the others face. "It must've been in your head."
"Anyways, yeah that's great!" A big (and fake) smile follows. "I like how brave you are, showing those around. Look at them, how terrifying. I bet lots of people avoid you because of your teeth, but you're so proud of them. How inspirational!" The rat.

"I caused an angel to fall, as well." Cole admited, no trace of emotion on his face. "He was my friend at the time. I mean- who wasn't he friends with? He was smart, strong, handsome and caring. No wonder he was so popular..." he hissed. "Anyways, I caught him messing around with one of those non-angels. You know, those with the grey wings. So..." he paused. "I ratted him out for it. Isn't that awful?" He smirked. It wasn't a genuine smirk, rather one mixed with... frustration. "Sure, I was alone afterwards, but it was fucking worth it."

"It sounds to me like you did it out of spite, but I suppose it was what you thought was right" He stared at the other, his smile never slipping, and shrugged  "It must be pretty awful being able to remember someone you'll never see again...And to know it was all your fault." he tilted his head to the side, a wistful look in his eyes. "Not much to be done now...So im happy you found it to be worth it.  I cant imagine how much worse it would be if it wasn't."

"I'm a fomorian...But im a bit of a runt, when I was born I was small and sickly. Thats not really a good omen for a family of warriors...Its why they named me Dandelion, a surface flower that shows up where it isn't wanted." he laughed "They never said it to my face, but they were all pretty dissapointed I wasn't as strong or as terrifying as my siblings...I'm sure they were all happy to be rid of me when I was exiled to the surface."

    Tarus frowns. “Oh goodness that’s awful! I can’t imagine being ridiculed like that. I’m so sorry you had to endure that my friend. You look very healthy now, which is good..”

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    “My real parents were killed by ruthless monster hunters. They were chased from their homes while I was an infant. They managed to keep me hidden and safe. A human found me and took me in as his own. I can’t imagine how hard it was to raise me alongside his own daughter. Unfortunately my sister is no longer alive but that’s a different story..”

"Don't worry... I unfortunately can relate, as both of my parents passed away. At least you were able to be taken in by a nice person, as I wasn't so lucky..." Her tail flicked...

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"Just recently, thanks to my Husband's encouragement, I've been able to work out, and that has enhanced me to the point to where my flames are blindingly bright..." She lights a flame in her hand out of nowhere, and yep, it was bright. "You might want to stand back a little too... My flames are a bit radioactive..."