Favorite Character of the OC Below (IC)

There they were. Two men destroyers in one room. And one was absolutely ecstatic because of that.

"So, so, lemmie get this, YOU'RE almost seventy!?" Jo'ann took her fingers and creased them down the side of her face to make fake wrinkles, surprisingly not in a way to mock the woman that she was talking to. "But, you look so damn young! How do you do it? Lotion? You look to be about in your thirties, I woulda never guessed that you're .. well, sixty." Maybe she was being a bit too flattering for her own good.
"I dunno if you wear makeup or anything, but you'd look so good with eyeshadow. None of that bright shit, though, but maybe a warm colour? Something to compliment your outfit .." Damn, why dont you talk about boys next?

Actually that'd be a horrible idea.

Nonetheless, Jo'ann got up swiftly and smiled at Brown, like a baby on Christmas day opening its presents, alas, she joked. "Not that you'd need makeup, though. It's so stupid, the whole makeup industry or whatever .. what do we need it for? To impress men? My ass. I just use it 'cause I like the colours that they're coming out with and stuff, makes me look sick." She took a finger and pointed at her eyes to show the elder what she was talking about, tracing it around the whole area of her eyelid. Yes, she can see it.

Not that they were going to beat any incels to death at this very moment, but, if only. Jo'ann does not care that's she's talking to what would essentially be a fucking murderer, it's worth it if she could have some girl talk for like, 5 minutes.
"Though albeit, I don't know anyone who dresses like you. It's cool. It's vintage. I dig the style, totally, but .. hm, I don't see it around a lot anymore, that's cool as shit you're not following any trends or anything, though. I'm tired of seeing all of these skanks prancing around with nothing on, it's just so much easier to slap on a dress or something and go, right?" 

anyone from death conspiracy is cool, please don't choose anybody from 'BG characters' though!

(sorry if this is a little short)

(@Machete kinda forgot to mention which character this was for...)

„Let me start with the obvious,” Megido started, “You are very handsome. Tall, strong, beautiful hair, and good taste in makeup too.” She asked, “If you don’t mind, would you help me try applying makeup like yours too some time? I won’t be able to participate in any sort of performance, owing to my lack of talent for that sort of thing… But maybe my girlfriend can, she’s a pretty skilled singer and songwriter.”

“Speaking of her,” The fairy began, “I think the two of you would get along well. Your sense of human seems pretty compatible to hers, and she would probably enjoy performing music with you.” Recounting their earlier encounter, she added, “Of course, there are other interest the 3 of us have in common, we can talk about that privately, this time, maybe in a more comfortable setting.

“I would like to see your bug collection too, and your pets,” Megido said, “and in return, I could show you my gun. Maybe of Elfame’s other armaments too. Also, I hope it’s not rude of me to ask, I would still like to know what happened to your hand.”

@NP: Propably one of these. 

     There he was.
     He was stealthy and guarded, with sharp eyes that were the only things that shined in the dark. It was only natural for the castle's lead watchman; essentially the royal family's spies and secret guards. Yet even with his remarkable skills, Ennette could see him. She'd trained herself to, ever since the fateful day she first saw him.
     He was friends with her father, had been since his exiled years. They were close, even if they didn't show it very often. Because of this, they talked often and in the open. She happened to stumble across him during one of those days, and it felt like time froze when it did. Dustin was incredibly handsome. He held a mysterious demeanor, and the icy look in his beautiful eyes made her shudder. He had an elegant, yet deadly way of moving. When he was around, she felt safe, yet every chance she tried to get to talk to him always ended with either being (accidentally) ignored, or short replies.
     More importantly, however, were those traits of his. The cat ears, the tail-- Oh, how she wanted to feel them...! Did they twitch? Would he purr? She needed the answers. In the times she used to watch him during his patrols, she'd noticed him mindlessly gnawing on his tail. Adorable.
     Soon... Soon she'd know him better. Maybe she ought to ask her father for advice...?

https://toyhou.se/3344225.ringer

"A fellow dragon? I don't see them too often. I wonder what are you like?"Feather Storm would stare at Ringer's ring patterns,"Ring patterns, I see them in tentacle monsters but rarely with dragons. That is also very neat". Feather Storm didn't really know how to explain his interest but he was hoping this was enough to catch the interest of the other dragon.

     Gil looked down at Candy. He'd never even heard of a waddle do before, and frankly, he was a little nervous around her, but he was gradually getting used to non-humans. Besides, he saw a good deal of himself in her. He could tell by the way she carried herself that she had something of a temper hidden behind that bubbliness. Although he himself wasn't a bubbly person, he could definitely understand being irritated and even angry over the most mundane things.
     Then came her sweets. She could summon them at will, which amazed him, even made him jealous. He could only bake as fast as he could. Still, he considered it a thread that connected them. Strange as she was, he felt he connected better with her than he did most people.
     "What's your favorite treat?" he grunted after a while. "I like brownies. Fudge brownies. And chocolate chip cookies."

Lorento has always respected detectives his entire life, even once donating some of his money to detective agencies, so it was only natural the German would come to easily respect Gil who he also wants to allies with one day, admiring the detectives work. Despite lacking understanding of English compared to speaking and writing, he still tried his best to stay formal around the man whenever he meets him.

His respect would heighten as he hears that the man has lost someone dear to him, always trying to seek for the truth.

Just like Lorento who lost his brother, forever longing to be able to see him again, even in death.

"Well, I mean, I gotta go with my favourite sniper, right? (Sorry, Frey.)" Adair asked with a lazy smile, looking over to Candida. "You know, that job offer still stands." He had decided that much, more snipers were never a bad thing and Candida was quite skilled after all. Especially for her young age; one could only imagine what she might be able to do in the future. 

But that was not the only reason, of course. Despite him being dead tired Candida had been quite patient - probably a good trait for her job - and as understanding as possible, seemingly not caring too much for his rude tone. He appreciated that. Truly. He never intended to scare someone off anyway, it was just... his way of talking, especially when he was tired.

"Honestly though, you're a good kid." said the guy who looked barely older because puberty had not been that successful with him (yet). (Adair, being 21, talking like an 80 year old man.) "I'm sure you're gonna do great, whatever your plans for the future are. Just... don't let your job dictate your life too much, yes?"

Victor couldn't help but feel a bit shy. Meeting up with Ying for the first time made him feel a bit antsy. "Oh uh, Hola!" He gave  a little wave. "My name is El Bandido de Goma...Rubber Bandit. Long long story but i'm a good guy." He gave a bit  of a bow to the black haired mercenary. "I suppose I've never really teamed up with Mercenary before. But uh, the records on you say that you rarely kill people. Which is good." He gave her a quick thumbs up. Although he couldn't help feeling a bit nervous around her. Perhaps he did find her a bit pretty. Or maybe he was just nervous meeting new people. He just had that problem sometimes. 

"But flexibility is key right? Which is why I'm good." He had his right arm stretching in a loop de loop fashion to showcase his ability. "See? Kinda the stretchy guy? Kinda not the only one but try to stay away from that guy." He pulled his arm back to normal. "Guess we have a mission together? Which is good, you kinda need to be diverse when uh, teaming up with people. Heh heh." Victor had to keep his cool. "But uh, Rubber and electricity...Kinda work out well. Least I won't get shocked." He swayed his gloved hands a bit. "You get it? Rubber can't uh...Never mind." He glanced down to his feet. 

"So uh, perhaps we should get to work on our mission right? Taking down bad guys and recovering stolen loot. Like super partners!" Victor did his best to sound enthusiastic, but he made it feel awkward in his line delivery. "Maybe we could um, go for lunch afterwards. I do enjoy some Camaron. Shrimp in Spanish. Like there's a good sushi joint if you want to try that?" 

(Hehe it was really hard to pick, bc a lot of my characters would vibe with yours, though I ended up with Zaida purely bc I loved Zorro as a kid)

     "W-Wow! It's you! It's really you!" En gasped at the sight of the masked swordsman a few feet away from him. There she was! Azura! His jaw must have hit the floor by now. Realizing that that was all he was doing, he quickly closed his mouth and looked around nervously. "I, uh, really look up to you," he said after a while. "I heard stories about you when I was travelling around, about how you wanted to defeat an evil queen and save a kingdom. I honestly thought those were just legends or stories told around, but-but you're here!"
     En looked down at his fumbling fingers, then at his sheathed swords. His expression softened. "It helped motivate me," he muttered. "I felt pretty useless when I got exiled, and when I heard that my home was pretty much on the verge of disappearing. I still kinda do. But when I heard stories about how you saved people, it made me think that if you were in my shoes. You'd definitely go back home to try and help everyone, even if they didn't want it."
     A moment passed, then the ex-prince tensed up. "Uh--" Crap, spilling your guts to the hero you thought was fictional wasn't a great first impression, was it? He had to be able to say something else, right? "Umm, m-maybe you could give me some advice on swordplay?" That wasn't much better, but it was all he could think of.

(Sure, this would be a chance to make other characters interact for a change but uhh)

A black pigeon flew up to Allegro, sitting next to him on the fence of the courtyard he was leaning on. She appeared to be a lot calmer than usual. Less demanding. A lot less hungry, it seems. Soon another figure would give them company.
"Of course you're here now..." Quill began. He crossed his arms and positioned himself closely next to the prince. "Where have you been this evening? I was looking for you. I had to spend time with En instead..." Upon realizing what he just said, he cleared his throat and put on a fake smile. "Which I loOved, of course!..." His gaze adverted to the ground. As his put on smile turned into a genuine one, he let out a small chuckle. "No really, he's so stupid... It's almost cute." A narcissist such as Quill would certainly like the presence of someone he can make feel inferior, but of course, there is someone he'd glady trade Ens life for. Quill looked up to Allegro again.
"Can I... tell you something? Okay, I'm gonna say it either way." He began massaging his arm. "Ever since I met you, I felt so conflicted about many things. I thought the reason you treat me the way you do, is because you want to look down on me and think I'm a joke of a prince. Honestly... I'm still scared that thought is true and yet... I don't really care. I just want to be with you. You do strange things with me, Allegro. Things no one has ever done to me before. Things like... making me feel like I actually mean something. Like there is something else to me than becoming king. They never admitted it, but I know my parents only saw me as a tool. At times I felt like they were scared of me, like the rest of the castle and now the entirety of eldamant... My actual parents..." Sensing the ex-princes distress, Umbrielle took of the fence to land on his shoulder and snuggle up to him. "I mean, they should be, of course! It just sucked at the time. But you... No matter how unreasonable and... sure, scary I am, you still treat me so nicely... And it's confusing... But nice..."
His face, now tinted a deep red, turned away in shame. "Ugh... I don't know where all that came from... " he said with a slight annoyence in his voice, trying to turn down the mushy athmosphere he created. The pigeon shifted her position from Quills shoulder to his head instead and sat down there. "I just-... Wanted to let you know, I don't think I ever liked someone as much as you. There. You got that honor going for yourself! I hope you're happy!" he shouted agitated, as if Allegro did something Quill was not very pleased with. 

(omg fellow crime doing lesbians! Sorry if this is all over the place I had a ruff day)

_{I know they never interacted but that isn't going to stop me}

Leika’s ears pricked up. Her head piqued as she beamed Roxy a quick smile. The scooted closer to the mutt and showed her cards.
“Alright, madam-photographic-memory. Got that?” she asked. “I got 1 6-of-hearts, 10-of-hearts and an ace,” Leika added in a quick whisper. She then nodded at the person they were playing against, scooted back, and rearranged her cards.
“I’ve discussed my next step with my favorite dog-advicer,” Leika said. Even going as far as lifting her head and pinky finger on her cards. “And we both agree that I have higher cards than you, and thus uh... Call you out on your bluff! You’re bluffing!” the ruffian said. Before laying her cards backs-up on the table. "Liar liar pants on fire!" she added. For extra flair.

“Come show us what you got,” she taunted the unfortunate soul that agreed on playing cards against the two of them. They turned their playing cards. Leika’s ears dropped and pinned themselves in the back of her neck. Shit. Three aces.
Leika shot Roxy a quick glance. Hoping the other had some non-verbal advice for her. They stared at each other for a brief second. Then the gunslinger nodded. Understandability. Leika grabbed her cards in a quick scoop and pushed over her pint of beer with the other. Right over the three aces. She got up in a second. Grabbed Roxy’s arm and started to thug at it.
Leika managed to snatch her jacket with her, her coin purse in her wild flee attempt. She even kicked over a chair. To create an even bigger distraction. Tables, chairs. More pints of beers. All while still holding poor Roxy’s arm and dragging the other through the saloon that had totally turned against them. 

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Wolving down was the perfect way to discribe it. Full-moon was in a weak and Jack's fingers occasionally curled, as if they were shaped like claws already. He ate. Ate more and rubbed the honey from his chin.
"Oh," Jack breathed. "I wanted to save a few for you but.." his gaze darted away from the cat maiden (who's company he really appreciated!) to his empty plate. "I got some smoked fish in my ice-box? If you want any," the man muttered. Jack used his neck tie to clean his chin fully and then got up.
"Got some milk too? I'm not belittling you by thinking that you like.. Milk. Right? I don't want to be an uh. 'Boomer'." 

Peach! Of course! Who else would be his favorite? Not only was she stunning and really talented and awesome with her skills, but she was also such a nice person! Well, in Val's opinion at least. She did put up with him sometimes, so that was a huge plus. But even apart from that, he just admired how smart and confident she was. Like, she surely was strong and deadly and that was a definite reason to like her! (Aaand fear her but he just assumed he wasn't on her list and therefore safe.) 

Well, now he had gotten lost in his head a little. "You know, you're really amazing." he said, smiling at the assassin. After all, why wouldn't he tell her? Val maybe was a little too direct sometimes, who knew? He certainly didn't. "I mean... you are so cool and strong and nice, I'm happy I got to meet you. Even if I might be weird..." Now it dawned on him. "I'm sorry, I'm probably weird, but I really wanted to tell you that!" After all, in their profession you never knew if you got another chance to say things, right?

Also... maybe sometimes it was just nice to be appreciated? Even as someone who probably had a lot of admirers like her, hearing it from someone who didn't have anything to gain was different. Or maybe it was just him who felt like that, who knew?