En pressed his back against a tree, hiding behind it as he occasionally glanced over at the swordsman ways away. To think there was someone else out there fighting with a sword, too. The way that man carried himself, too, it didn't seem like modern weapons were a problem for him.
That man was mysterious. He went by the name of Aden, and though the siren hadn't seen him fight, he could tell that man was powerful. There was just something that surrounded him, like an aura, and it was... inhumane. What exactly was he? As much as he wanted to know, En was also curious about the person himself. Aden seemed like a cold person, possibly even cruel. In a sense, he understood that attitude, and it only made him more curious to know about this person he found so many similarities with.
For now, however, he would remain at a distance. He'd stay back and see if this was someone worth meeting, or if this was something that would want to meet others.
This might be a bit far-fetched for a game idea, but, here's how it works: Go through the above user's ocs and pick a character that one of your characters would be interested in, and as your character, say why they're interested in the above user's character. Remember, it can be any character from the above user's gallery, not just the one that they're posting with.
Character A: I like [one of User Z's OCs] because I think we would get along very well.
Character B: I would like to meet [one of User A's OCs] because I think they'd make a good sparring partner.
Character C: I feel like [one of User B's characters] would make a good employee for my company.
These are just examples. Reasons a character may be interested in another can be varied, but try not to get to rude, even if it's in character. Also, try not to get too NSFW, since I plan on keeping this forum open to the general public. Hope you enjoy!
[Please tell me this thread posts OOC]
"A fellow mask wearer...interesting." Wry looked the man up and down once, and then again, eyes wide and filled with rare vulnerability. "Big shoes to fill, huh? Hopper, I just want to warn you. Don't rely too heavily on that mask, okay? Your family will look at you in such a sad way." Wry placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, looking away with a pleading so earnest it could cut into the coldest heart. "Anyway...wanna see my knives?" Wry laughed.
"Well aren't yer a sweet little thing?" Nathaniel asked the kitten. He held out his hand towards the feline, allowing them to sniff it. "It's not often that I see such a brave little kit," he said. A laugh audible in his voice, as his fingers gently rubbed the cat's head.
"You're quite the adventurer hu? Kit-kat," Nathaniel said. He got up. Then walked back towards his fishing net, he'd been working on, until he'd spotted Bbranchkit. Chub close behind them.
The harpooner cut out one of his freshly caught fish and chopped of it's tail. He threw it at the two cats. With a gentle smile.
"Now go on. Don't eat it all in one bite."
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Jan-Paul dropped the charcoal he was holding. A massive line stained his portrait. The gold merchant grimaces. Then looked up at Roxie with his teeth slightly exposed. “Madam Roxanne, what a pleasant surprise,” he said.
He tried to shrug Roxie’s handoff. With little success. “Why should I watch that,” he squeaked. “I don’t like blood, I don’t like violence,” he summed up.
“Unlike that chunk of meat of an uncle of mine. The one, you,” he pointed his boney finger at her. Jabbing it slightly in her arm. “Called hot!”
Jan-Paul lifted up his head. He snorted dismissively. “That sounds like the opposite of fun.” Jan-Paul shook his head. “That’s a no!” He shook his head.
"No no no!"
Jan-Paul’s ears pricked upwards. Favorite? Oh. His ears dropped. “You are a beast Roxie.”
Jan-Paul finally managed to weasel himself out of her grip. “What are you suggesting? Beer?” He almost spat out the last word. “I’m not going to drink that grain-spit,” he said. “I rather you punch me, than drinking that peasant drink.”
"You know, miss," chirruped Jo'Ann to Eshi with her usual cool smile, "I think it's been a while since we've last spoken." She laughed at her own words, as well as at herself to some extent, before leaning back in her recliner and combing her fingers through her soft, light ginger hair. "I do apologize for that, miss. You know how the police officers can be at times... Those bastards, you know?" Still chuckling to herself, she pointed a finger at herself before allowing the hand to rest upon her bosom.
"But that's besides the point," the middle-aged woman sighed, "The point is that I've been... Trying to get that information for you, at least to present it in a reasonably fair matter, but..." Jo'Ann paused. Whatever silkiness she had in her words earlier seemed to evaporate, awkwardness replacing it bit by bit. Truth be told, the police officer had been... Slacking. That was probably the easiest way to put it, as she gave the collar of her plaid jacket a slight tug to alleviate at least some of the tension from her part. She could always pass it off as suave later on - anyhow.
In the meanwhile, she explained, "... I have to get it through the bureaucracy without them trying to kick my ass. Technically, dealing with anything classified can have serious consequences. I could technically get away with a lighter sentence, since I work with the law and the bureaucracy myself, but-" She broke off with a harsh, almost sardonic laugh as she recounted her last few words. "Pah! I'd rather not risk it! It's not even worth it. They apply the same level of discretion regardless of whether it's some governor's love life, or how said governor handles public funds. I'm tired of that shit. It's exhausting."
And with that, Jo'Ann stood up to her feet and rubbed her hands together. Just faintly detectable in the background was the aroma of freshly toasted bread, if only because she planned to prepare a basic ham-and-cheese sandwich for work. Emphasis on "planned."
She paused for a few moments before chirruping, "But miss! You know! I don't normally get the opportunity to go out and get some iced coffee!" Which was a total lie, considering her drinking habits. "With other people, I mean!" Jo'Ann quickly clarified with a wave of her hand as she strutted over to the toaster, "I normally get the drinks for myself since, uh, my friend doesn't like too much sugar in his system- Presley, I mean! You're a friend, but you're different from Presley, no?"
As soon as the toaster made its chime, Jo'Ann plucked the pieces of toast before placing the slices onto the plate. That was going to be the last time she'd ever acknowledge those pieces of bread for the foreseeable future, as she turned her gaze over to the feline and gave her a coy wink.
"So, if you want, maybe I can treat you with some coffee," she sniffed, "with lots of sugar. As it should be." She chuckled under her breath while adjusting the position of her waves of hair. Truth be told... "At least before we start talking about the serious stuff, no? Again, I can help you get those files, but it's going to take some time..." Another pause. "... Why not push it back a bit?"
@ NP: please stick to characters in this folder or this folder for your response!! note that characters in the former folder are canonically human, so check out the corresponding Human tabs if considering their appearance!! they just have cats as their main icons since I draw their cat designs more often lmao.
I'll try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time... :3c
I have the body of a pig.
Nevertheless, Benito was used to arrogant, egotistical, and charismatic people, and so was a tad too ready to be close to the weird noodle spirit. Starchibald. Starchibald who really didn't need or deserve Benito's apparent admiration, though perhaps that was saying a bit much, already. The Qun man was incapable of true affection, wasn't he? Maybe the same couldn't be said for the spirit he accompanied, but the distance was closed, and Benito reeked of a sweaty bull. Take that and boil it for your ramen.
Maybe Benito just wanted to eat Starchibald, actually? He obviously wasn't a man about to go hungry, but nor was he one who knew when such pleasures had to end. So, silently, he watched this oversized noodle bowl, and he pondered to himself, What does he look like inside?
A thought that could go a number of way, knowing him, but it's fine! It's cool. Nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever.
..Nor was Benito going to speak, apparently. He eased himself even closer. He might as well have pressed himself against Starchibald. By the Gods, what a mistake this was. What a sad little event this was. He breathed heavily, just like an old pug.
Zuri truly was an admirable woman. Not because of the basic 'she was still strong and respectable after all she had seen' but because of the way she carried herself, the way she treated others - especially those she considered less fortunate than herself. While she kept to herself and did not show much affection, her actions surely spoke for themselves... and the children must love her for always getting some baked treats.
To be fair, he admired most people who were able to deal with children, he tended to be overwhelmed by them, they were just so loud and fast and needed so much attention... well.
Besides her personality Zuri also was a fighter, and a capable one, especially for her age. Overall she just seemed to have lived more than one life in her lifetime and those were usually the most interesting people. He was curious as to what she would tell someone, although he doubted she would talk much about herself. What a shame... Shin would have loved to learn more about her than what rumors and hearsay provided. Would he tell her? Probably not. Still, he understood only wanting to protect the family one had been assigned to, by contract, by coincidence or fate, did not matter. What mattered was sticking to these principles, especially if things got tough and she seemed like someone who would do that.
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"You guess?" Keiran asked with a teasing grin. It was more than she had cared to admit before, so they were making progress, or something, but he still couldn't help himself. It was too funny how difficult it was for her to admit these things, not that he was any better but this was not about him! ...and there was nothing wrong about kid's milk with some fast food!
"Well, to be fair, so am I." not that he had thought Annie was bad, but she was still better than he had expected. Her question made him raise a brow, before he shrugged. "Maybe some of the videos I watched carried over." Keiran tilted his head slightly, squinting back at Annie because he was an idiot. "Sometimes I do, when I have the time. And you?"
He didn't know who she thought he might have been but suuurely he was not on that level. "How about Mortal Kombat? Whichever part you prefer." It was nothing he played a lot on stream but something he enjoyed playing in his free time. It was a classic, after all.
"HMPH! I GUESS you might be a gamer-- MIGHT!!" Annie huffed while side-eyeing Keiran. He was pretty good at all the games she threw at him, as much as she hated to admit it, even the obscure fighting games! His picks on food to get were also deliciously unhealthy, even if he did order a kid's milk for himself.
"Alright, I'll say it, I'm impressed," she said, her huff turning into a nod of approval, though her eyes stayed sharp. "I can't help but feel like I recognize your style, though. The racing, the fighting, even how you mapped out Mario Party." She squinted at him. "Do you watch any livestreamers?"
After a moment, she crossed her arms behind her head. "Well whatever, it doesn't matter anyways." There was no way this guy was famous or even on that guy's level, she was stupid for being suspicious. "You want to keep playing? Any games you want to play this time?"
Cameron whistled while walking towards the inventor-looking boy. "Wow, look at you! You make that body yourself?" he asked with a wide smile. He gave the inventor a knowing wink while tapping the side of his head. "I can tell an artificial body miles away, trust me. Don't worry, secret's safe with me. Eh, maybe. But I'm serious! You make that yourself? Looks pretty lifelike."
He circled the inventor to look for any tell tale signs of it being artificial, but couldn't find one. "My dad makes things like this all the time, that's why I'm pretty good at spotting things, but if it weren't for him I'd have probably been fooled too! You know, I'm sure my dad would love to talk about this kinda stuff with you. He's an inventor, too."
"What do you mean maybe I'll pass away? I'm going to, and it'll be before you do," Alcott grunted without taking his eyes off the road. Well, at least they knew for sure now that he wasn't the emotionally coddling type.
"Decent," he snorted. "Aren't you sweet. Listen, I don't know what happened to you, but kids your age shouldn't be thinking so nihilistically. There's no point in thinking like that. All it does is depress you before you even try anything; you're practically a zombie."
There was a silence. Alcott inwardly groaned. He hated heart-to-hearts. He barely had them with his own kids because of how much he hated them. Nevertheless, he let out a very, very heavy sigh. "Kid," he muttered lowly. "Whatever happened to you, you can't let it consume what's going on with you. That's, well, that's something I'm trying to figure out myself." The car slowed to a stop, and he looked down at her. "I've dealt with some shit too. Probably not as bad, who knows, but... I know if I hadn't tried to fight through it then I wouldn't be here today. Now." He put the car in park and turned the engine off. "Let's order something. We'll get it to-go that way you don't knock on my door at night so I can drive you here."
Someone got replaced.
The girl was more keen on kindness than one would expect. Even stoic, middle-aged men were a good enough source, whether or not it was genuine compassion that they showed her. She was so used to pretenders that perhaps it didn't matter or register to her.
"As I've said, things like this are so fleeting." said Maribelle, sitting in the passenger seat. She seemed too nervous to look over at Alcott. "Maybe it'd make sense to revel in it, but I can't help but think about the inevitable. Maybe you'll pass away, or you'll get sick of me, or maybe something will happen to me. I think it's just fate." What a downer!
With that pensive frown of hers, she gazed out the window. Cars were too fast. "At least for now, you're decent." A bit more than decent, but she wouldn't say that. "Even if you throw shit at people, and you smell like smoke, you're decent. You're still here, anyway. I'm more of an eyesore now than I was back then, I don't know if you can relate to that. I think the more of an asshole you are, the more shit just happened to you. But, I'm not sure. There are a lot of assholes out there. And then there are people who aren't assholes, but they just do... asshole things. I think it'd be better if we all disappeared."
Lots of assholes.
"..I don't think I'm actually that hungry, anymore." She then told him. The cruelty that is denying a man of McDonald's. "Maybe you should just take me home."
@ NP: Stick to this tag, please! :'V It's got most/all of my properly-bio'd characters.
roswell you fool.
Maribelle might have been more worried about Roswell's apparent loss of rib, if he hadn't immediately then shown her the chest. A gift was more important that her friend's wellbeing, after all. She half-expected a piece of jewelry, but God, did her eyes light up anyway when she saw what was in the box. An insect was also more important than any piece of gold. Before she could get the words out, the box was thrust into her lap, and all she managed with a swift, "Careful!"
She paused to study the firefly, listening to Roswell as he explained it to her.
"I still have the horntail you gave me." said Maribelle, as she set the chest aside, "I have it separate from my display case, still, because I just haven't moved it over yet with the others. I'm not sure what I'd even tag it as. You wouldn't have the actual name for it, would you? Same with..." She pointed at the firefly, as if about to touch it, but then paused. "..We don't get fireflies in Laojin. I wish we did." she then told him, "They're in Yenereth, though. I used to see them outside my window."
It was best to not reminisce, lest she miss home more and then actually pack her bags. What an unfortunate thing that would be. [She would get her ass kicked.]
The "favorite lil' whippersnapper" paused a moment as Roswell continued to speak. She soaked all of it in -- her gratitude, in a way, as she then didn't interrupt. Alas, she was completely unaware that he didn't like bugs. That was fine. That was also for the best. It was easier to just lie and get on her good side.
"..You are one of few people who actually care about me. I'll do anything for you." she muttered after he finished, "Tell me what you need."
Uh oh.
“Dis has costed me a rib,” Roswell said. Before sitting down next to Maribelle on his seat. He smiled. A greasy smile underneath a greasy ‘stache.
In his hands rested a small chest made out of oak wood. It was a simple thing with an iron lock. Roswell opened the lid with his thumbs and presented it to her. The inside was more impressive, still a bit underwhelming. Red velvet covered every corner, but had decolored in time. No matter. It wasn’t the velvet that Roswell wanted to show Maribelle, it was the thing lying on top of it. A small (dead) beetle was pinned on a velvet cushion. It was a firefly of some sort. Smaller than the normal one.
“Tadaa,” Roswell said. As he hastily placed the box on Maribelle’s lap. Shoving it into the teenager’s hands before she could study the thing.
He hastily rubbed his hands on his knees, as if to clean himself. Roswell shivered. Void, did he hate bugs. Just the idea that he held a dead one, in a box, made his skin crawl.
“It’s a Hase-firefly,” he explained. Roswell pressed an even bigger smile on his face. “Me favorite,” he lied. Roswell hated every bug equally.
“Oi don’t often give presents,” Roswell said. “But, well yer me favorite lil’ whippersnapper,” he said. Before ruffeling Maribelle’s hair (get him). “Beside oi bet yer didn’t have dis particular bug yet. Oi don’t want to brag,” he said. Wanting to brag. “But oi have quite de eye for bugs. Did yer know,” he lied. “Yer lucky to have such a.. Cunnin’ friend loike me,” he added.
“Besides. Oi ‘ave a small favor to ask from yer. Just a wee lil thin’. Oi pay yer later, oi promise.”
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Jack lay down his knife. A simple thing, one he used to gut the salmon he’d caught earlier that day. He eyed Jace. Then he smiled. “No problem,” he replied with his monotone voice. “I know how you feel,” he added. Jack’s eyes darted at his darkened fingernails. Before cleaning his with fish-grease soaked hands on his handkerchief.
Jack snorted. “As long as you don’t talk you can’t make enemies,” he said. Jack knotted his eyebrows as he recognized his own doomer behavior and quickly shook his head.
“Not that you’ll make enemies. Or at least.. Wel you strike me as a good lad,” he recovered.
“Wait,” Jack bolted up as Jace made clear he was leaving. “Take some of these,” he said. As he hastily grabbed some salmon-meat-wrapped-in-paper he’d been working on that day.
“They’re a bit salty,” he excused. Before holding out the package a bit awkwardly.
“You don’t bother me,” he added. Giving Jace a painful forced smile. “N-No thank you, uh… It’s Salmon,” he paused. Shit. “Jack. I mean, you can call me Jack, Jace.”
(Tired catboy approaches werewolf. and yes, I am solely basing this on the gif or meme? reactions thread still trying to find it again. ;v; Edit: Found it.)
"Hey." Jace began, awkwardly scratching his neck and avoiding eye contact with Mr. Howlard. "So... uhm... you- you were nice to me. Thank you." Wow, that was difficult to say! Talking to someone in general was difficult, considering his usual social interactions were limited to two people, apart from the occasional encounter with some of the patients. "These days most people avoid me, so... that was neat. Yeah... uhm... can't really blame them, I guess." he absentmindedly pressed the side of his hip where these weird branches grew from time to time... he hoped they would not dare to come out now, that would have been awkward. He wanted to give off a somewhat good impression, at least. Jace was well aware that that was the best he could aim for, so he did.
"Anyway! You do seem like a kind person... I get not talking much, I think. Everyone's got their reasons, right?" Yeah, right. Because everyone could relate to being haunted by something that was inside one's own body. Sure Jace.
Little did he know the man in front of him was a werewolf, he was just desperate to relate to someone, probably. Although Scarlett got him, somewhat. Not like the doctor, who would have married this... thing... if that would have been possible. Well. Back to the original point! He gave Mr. Howlard a tired smile, awkwardly lifting one hand to wave him goodbye. "I- don't want to bother you any longer. I just. really wanted to say thank you." That had been important to him. Important enough to get over himself and actually approach someone. "Oh. yeah. Uhm. I'm Jace, by the way." Whooops, that was awkward. He had been so anxious that he had forgotten to introduce himself.
Allister lifted a brow, slightly confused by the greeting, but Ace proceeded to explain. "I would doubt they have only positive things to say." he said, the corners of his mouth vaguely twitching, indicating he was not all too serious. "Actually, I just wanted to get some coffee and I heard yours was good." the witch explained. He was sure people also visited because of Ace, he seemed to have a pleasant presence. "...so I am not here to judge you." Allister added, in case that was not clear.
Of course he was not human, but he also was no threat to be worried about, especially not these days.
"The latte art you do is very pretty." Allister commented. He himself was not capable of things like this, so he did admire the skill. "Thank you." the man said politely, glancing over to his cards as well. "They are." he nodded, "sure, I can do that." It was usually interesting to find out what the cards had to say...
"Ohh, I never thought I'd have a face to put to the name," Ace beamed when Allister stepped inside. "A lot of my customers have talked about you-- All good things, don't worry. They've mentioned how good your coffee is, and the same for your cakes and treats. I hope you're not here to judge mine," he laughed.
From an outside angle, Allister looked like any other ordinary person, save the eye-patch, yet there was something about him the cupid felt was off. It was almost an energy he could have sworn he felt, something that wasn't human. Maybe that was his paranoia for having his coffee judged.
Ace poured a cup of coffee and made the foam look like an open book before setting it down on the counter for Allister, along with a slice of cake at the side. "Here you are, I hope you like it," beamed Ace once more before something caught his eye. "Oh, are those tarot cards?" he asked while pointing at the deck. "Interesting! I hear a lot of good things about that. You think maybe you could read my future with those later?"
Hearing the ruckus and screams from the staff, En had hurried to one of the busier hallways at the castle. Among the screams and whimpers he was able to gather that there was some creature running around the castle. He caught sight of a few black blurs, but couldn't see it long enough to figure out what it was, until it came straight at him.
The king took a step back as his face was hit, before he could grab what was there, it got onto his back. What a nearly ticklish sensation, yet also... familiar? Suddenly, the feeling left his back, and an even more familiar voice came. En's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the sorcerer.
"M-Malakai?" the king breathed, tempted to reach out and see if this was some kind of mirage. Eventually, he realized he'd been gawking like an idiot and quickly shook his head. "No, please don't worry about what happened. The staff were startled, but are otherwise fine. And... yes, yes I missed you very much." He turned his head to clear his throat briefly. "I have some free time now. Let's go to the courtyard. I'd love to hear all about how you've been."
The dark form of little, mischievous Buttons darted through the halls of King En's home. It perhaps terrorized a few maids or workers it came across as well, playfully divebombing them before moving onto it's original target. Before long, the little thing had made it to its destination: the King himself. Buttons flung itself onto En's head, chittering happily as it proceeded to make a nuisance of itself and crawl onto his back, where it was hard to reach, it's wings lightly smacking around in the process.
There was a soft fluttering of wings, different than the small creature's, before Buttons was delicately being pulled off of En's back, the quasit making a noise of protest. "I apologize, your highness," Malakai's voice piped up, his tone somewhat sheepish. "I underestimated how much Buttons missed you."
The aasimar shifted to be in front of En, carefully holding Buttons close to his chest as it squirmed half-heartedly. Malakai looked much the same as he did before, with the same mask and dress that he always wore. Perhaps the only difference was the positioning of the jewelry on his mask's antlers.
Malakai then offered a small, polite bow in greeting, said antlers making it seem more pronounced than it was. "Admittedly, I have missed you too. It's been a long time since I was last here, and it'd be a delight to speak to you again. Of course, I realize that I have barged into your home, and you may be busy... I was hoping to ask through more official and courteous means, but Buttons wasn't having it," he said with a light chuckle. "If you cannot speak more now, could we perhaps make a time to speak to each other later? I am not planning to leave for some time, so we do not need to be hasty."
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