"Ohh, you're that thief group I've been hearing about?" Jackson hopped off a small ledge to land next to Adrien, smiling at him. "You. You're the leader, aren't you? You've got that vibe. Relax, I'm not here to turn anyone in. I was a big thief once upon a time too, so hearing about all of you is pretty nostalgic. I wanted to check it out, and I wasn't disappointed!" he laughed while clapping his hands together. "I saw you going the extra mile not to hurt someone, too. I really like that. That's how I know you're a talented thief. The ones that get forgotten and caught are the ones that don't care about others. I hope I see you around more!"
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]
"Oh, praise the Gods they've brought you back to me!" Lacie exclaimed as she approached Ennette at the gate. "I've noticed you haven't been training much these days, and I was so afraid my brute of a husband might have scared you off from visiting!" When she was close enough, she cupped the princess' face in her hands. "Shame he won't be around -- but that also means you won't have to deal with my nephew."
"Whether you came here to dismiss his training or not -- which I can certainly pass along the message -- you have me to deal with today." And Lacie was more than happy to have that. Often she wondered what her own daughter would have grown up to be like. Part of her hoped she would have been like Ennette, someone who was beautiful and who had unbound compassion. Lacie couldn't help but to smother her! She deserves all of the love she could get, all of the strawberry muffins, all of the jewelry and fine dresses...
"Join me in the eastern courtyard, and we can have tea in his greenhouse. He won't find out, and I have some chai I've been dying to waste on you."
@ NP: Please pick anyone from here!
"NOW YOUZ PROPA!" Grug exclaimed, shoving a bowl of soup into Benito's grasp as he stirred the pot in front of him. Grabbing herbs and meats from his pouch at his waist and tossing them into the cauldron. His black and yellow teeth shown with pride towards the large man, well...Flat-gut to Grug. The large Ogor at the current moment, however, couldn't care too much about the race.
Grug leaned back, letting the cauldron boil with the roaring flame. The soup he had given his current guest was a bit cold as in the Ogor's haste to provide the retainer with some food, he ignored proper cooking timing. But he didn't lose his smile as he began to speak "Ya know you lot tends ta be real dumb sumtimes" he giggled to himself "But look at ya, plenty o fat ta be propa. AN! You act like an ogor, batting about anyone less den ya an such. Is nice ta see wiff ya flat guts. Always carin bout honor an the like"
"Mandragora, it's good to see you again," En greeted while removing his cape. "Thank you for coming for another spar session. You fight well; strong. I don't have to hold back around you, but even then there are times I don't feel like it's enough, even if you're the one holding back," he laughed. He looked at his sword, the black blade shining in his hand. It used to come in a pair, but its other half had to seal away a monster. This sword alone was plenty strong, but it was a new style to conform too. Thankfully, Mandragora was a good way for him to learn, and he felt more comfortable around her than he did most upper class.
"I thought up some new strategies. Let me know what you think of them," the king called out as he sank his sword into the ground. The rose on the blade shined vivid green, and as if reacting to it, the ground shook with thick vines growing out of the earth. Their battle would be the most exciting yet.
(WhoWEE between that reply and the one in the taking care game, allegro is being SPOILED)
"Ah! I knew I'd be able to run into you sooner or later...as much as I hate clubs or anything with such annoying crowds. I'm Tealo, it's a pleasure to meet you, Pierre was it? I'm Tealo..fuck I already said that.." Tealo seemed flustered, as they didn't usually go up to people first. "I, uh...I just wanted to interview you! About your job, how you handle it, maybe even some behind the scenes stuff? I-If that's alright of course!" Tealo honestly looked like he was fangirling but they honestly were just curious. They had heard so many different opinions about the guy that they just had to know what was up. "Anyways, start whenever you're ready! I'm free if you are!" This was all stated as Pierre heard the click of a tape recorder.
"Ah, oh my god it's you!" Alex exclaimed, practically beaming at Lyrik. "I heard your album, 'm.u.s.i.c', was it? What a banger!" The guitarist grinned. "Damn, no wonder I thought you sounded familiar, heh~"
...only now did the realization that he never introduced himself hit him. "OH. UHM. RIGHT. I'm Alex! Pleasure to meet you!" he fell silent for a second, only to start rambling again, "Oh god now I sound like some overenthusiastic creep uhm- ok give me a chance to redeem myself, aight? I promise I'm not uh- that-.. ...that's probably what a person like that would say too, isn't it? Ugh... I mean- I'm just- I'm a musician too and I may get a bit excited about it, I am- so sorry. terribly sorry. I just wanted to say your album is great and I love your voice, yes. Maybeee if you don't want to run from me by now we could record a song together sometime? I mean- I have a band. Like. actually. Hang on." He fished around in his pockets for a moment before he pulled out a Glass Prisons sticker and carefully handed it over to Lyrik. "That's us, heh. Not sure if it's exactly your vibe but uh- I think it could be fun!"
Of course Valerion remembered Maribelle. Considering his meetings usually consisted of empty politeness and people trying to win his favor their encounter had been rather memorable, though in his mind the coat was a vital part of her, so it took him a second to remember exactly who she was. He briefly wondered if she might need needle and thread again, but that, of course, was a silly thought.
"I do remember you." the prince confirmed with a faint but genuine smile. "I was wondering where your coat is..." he admitted almost sheepishly, even if he didn't really know why. The change in her voice startled him a little, although he did not let that show. Right, his birthday... he had nearly forgotten about it this year, if it hadn't been for Lior's visit. Now he had to plan late festivities as well... anyway, didn't matter. It seemed like she had put in a lot of effort, even if she was now trying to be casual about it. Valerion refrained from telling her that she really didn't have to, as he did not want to dismiss her efforts. He was just- surprised? Surprised was probably the right word.
'Surprised' was even more fitting when she handed him the small box and this time it was noticeable when his eyes widened for a split second, "You made that?" He could only imagine the amount of work that went into it, "You really didn't-" there it was again, "...thank you. I- really appreciate it, though I am not sure how I deserve this... it smells wonderful." The prince let out a small sigh, how was he that awkward with genuine kindness and gestures? He just hoped she could tell that he meant it. "I'm sorry I got a bit busy with work, but if you ever need a place to hide away again, let me know." perhaps that let Maribelle know that he did not forget and that it was not a one-time thing either. She was more than welcome here.
v (I love this sm, thank you orz)
Most certainly, Maribelle remembered the prince. Her mind was a haze, bits and pieces of the event were replaced by a thick fog that she had no control over -- less out of a state of distress, though she was most often in one, but more so... this just happened. She knew it did, and it only served to make her more uncomfortable.
Not that Valerion did. He helped her, she knew that much, even if it was a whole... one year and three months ago now... but he steered her away from those monsters and gave her what she needed, a quiet place and thread to repair the then-newest hole in her old cloak. Since then, it had become more tattered, and for that reason she was told not to wear it by her superior to the palace. It wasn't proper to wear it before royalty, after all, unsuitable for a young noblewoman such as herself. Would Valerion care? He seemed not to mind back then, but she supposed that...
"I'm not even sure if you remember me." There was a pause as she looked at his face... she wasn't sure if she got the right person, actually, though his features were so distinctive. It was then, with that single notion, her voice hardened into a monotone. "I did some digging since then -- not much, just basics you might find here and there... I know that your birthday was yesterday, at least. I had read up again for the sake of my visit, just before." It was better than other birthdays falling on the same day, but hey. No need to worry about it now! ..But, he was so much kinder. He seemed aloof other times she saw him -- times she chose not to speak to him out of fear it was all a one-time thing -- but she supposed now was a better time to chat him up.
"..I went to the market to buy a few things," she continued on, holding a small box out to him, "And I made baklava, with extra cinnamon in the filling."
@ NP: Please pick anyone from here!
OKAY FOLLOW-UP FINALLY thank you yune .
Visitors were nothing new. It wasn't like the lock on the cottage door worked, worn away by the elements, but every time he heard that door open he thought about replacing it. How much of a hassle it would be, what tools he would need for it, and so on. Not that it really mattered right now. By this point, he could tell it was Sienna and not his daughter by the usual, though he found it difficult to discern their arrival styles at first. Firstly, her footsteps were lighter before the drop. Still, he look up at her from where he sat at the unlit hearth, shaving apple peels into a bowl. It took some finesse with his hand, but he managed.
"Been a while." Noel parroted sluggishly. Then, he scoffed. "If you're in the mood to clean it, then go on ahead. I'm a bit busy here." Busy prepping. He had forgotten how much of a pain it was to make an apple pie, and it really shouldn't have been, but... Well, there was no use in complaining. He knew better than to falter in front of her, or really in front of anyone. Not that he was even close to doing so. It was only a reminder for himself.
So, he returned her hug, even with only a brief lean against Sienna before returning his focus to the apple. "Just sit and wait a while, will you? Need to finish this up and I'll be right with you... just going to take about five more minutes..." As he trailed off, he took another green apple from the bunch beside him. "Take one if you want, too." he added in regards to the fruit, "I buy too much of this shit and she can't eat it all fast enough." Wherever she was. He hoped she wasn't doing anything too reckless.
"..I hope you're doing alright." he then sighed, "How are your studies going?"
Wraith opened the door to the café and gave a nod of greeting the the barista, Haru. The shapeshifter wasn't usually one to go into establishments like this, but several nights of no sleep and his traumatic memories surfacing throughout the day made him wonder if a warm drink would help settle his mind. Luckily it was quiet when he entered and chose to sit in a shadowed corner. when he looked at the names of what drinks were available, he was starting to think this was a bad idea; he had no idea what any of them meant. When it came for Wraith to order, he decided to just be honest.
"I'm not sure, I am not familiar with café drinks. The only hot drink I know is warm milk and honey, so anything similar to that will be fine." Wraith responded before rubbing his forehead a couple of times, when he pulled his hand away it was easy to see the dark circles under his eyes. He didn't have to wait long before a drink was placed in front of him. The scarred male gave a thanks and handed some money over before letting his gaze wander around the rest of the café. "It's a nice place you have, it's pretty creative." Wraith said quietly before taking a sip of his drink. Being an artist, he could certainly appreciate the colours and design of the café.
He then gave Haru a nod and lifted his drink slightly. "This is good, thank you."
(I feel like these two would get along pretty well, Wraith certainly appreciates those who are creative, not to mention Wraith can speak a lot of languages too, including Chinese, so they could hold a fluent conversation since Harus profile says that canonically he struggles with speaking English. )
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“No need to show me yer kitty-cat teeth,” Roswell said. He lit his cigar. The cheap tobacco smelled of bananas. It smelled horrible.
“Yer know yer me favourite scare tactic, roi?” he asked Wraith. Roswell planted his feet against the edge of his desk and angled his chair slightly. He eyed the youth before him. His broad shoulders, the scars on his face, the sharp teeth. "Oi need yer to look yer grumpy ol' self. Aye!" Roswell laughed. "Just loike dat! Dat face is a good one." He removed his foot and the chair bounced back forward with a small thud.
"Oi got 'n meetin' here with an ol' swindler. A fat merchant. Sells all koinds of lards, 'nd bone products. Mostly pig," he quickly explained. "Dat ol' butcher think's he can out swindle me! Me!" Roswell pressed his free hand on his chest, that he deflated in overly expression of hurt. "Drakenburg's krō. No-no," he shook his head. "We can't 'ave dat. Now can we?" Roswell planted his elbow on his desk now and leaned towards Wraith. "Dats where yer come in. Yer can sit beside me, if yer loike 'n eat some raw meat. Give him some glares, show him yer," Roswell used his pink to roll up his own lip, showing Wraith his normal but somehow straight line of teeth. "caniwns," he said. With his pink still in his mouth. "Show 'm what panthers can do with lyin' pigs... Without ofcaurse touchin' dat poor ol' fellow. I...- We, still need his money." Roswell rubbed his own saliva from his pink. "Yer can get a cut from dat trade if yer want. If everything goes fine, oi've got pig-fat to spare. Me moustache only needs so much lard."
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(Im a bit too busy for a full-fledged follow up BUT I still had to get this small bit of dialogue out of my system because I LOVE them :sob:)
"My voice?" Xander blinked. His fingers that had been clamped around his pencil eased and he returned a smile. "Ah, I'd be honoured too." His gaze dropped back on his paperwork for a second and he paused. "I think... We can make something wonderful."
When the time came for her to meet the outsider at the oak tree, she brought a book with her. Just one from her collection, the novel she mentioned last time -- black, but thick with about four hundred pages, the plain silvered title along the spine. She was comfortable with him enough to share this much, though her expression and body language changed little. She looked at him when he spoke to her, sure, but that was it. Even now, having arrived at the usual place, she remained at a distance. Safest distance. She found that he never seemed to mind it, perhaps not expecting so much. That lack of expectation was enough for her to warrant minor positivity from her, if only because she was tired of otherwise.
Honestly, perhaps it was for the best she didn't know, perhaps this distance should be kept, no matter the sparsest kindness she found. The man who presided over happiness itself, only to abandon his position -- it was evil. All evil and selfish, and its very own brand of cruelty to her, even if for the sake of individuality, and her own potential hypocrisies aside. She spent every night awake and sore and with worms pooling in her gut. But then, differences in religion and all, her probably-not-so-undying loyalty to the Twenty, she...
"This is the book I wanted to show you." she spoke coldly, "'The Ornithologist' by Fontane Daladier, it is about a scientist who injects himself with vulture blood to cure his disease." As she held it out to him, this time she found herself gazing at the book's cover.
Was this wise? Just to give it to him?
More frankness. Not even the ethereality of his presence, the tranquility in his words, the nobility of his features -- none could keep her fully composed, her instinct always ready at a flip of a coin, rearing at the slightest twitch. It's a simple truth. The sweetest tongue bears the sharpest tooth.
"If you did not bring the cake, it matters not." Maribelle continued on, just as stiff as before, "I come here for other reasons than just food." Though food was nice. As said before, her meal plan on the base wasn't exactly... great. "The least one can do is bring fruit for the ducks. I did some scouting, Sir Vanta, there is a pond. I even went and bought a pomegranate for the birds. Any bird. Even if the ducks are not there."
"..So, take the book, if you even want it."
@ NP: Please pick anyone from here!
Despite being in his thirties, Terry was old. He didn't bother trying to keep up with the latest trends, and that meant food, too. Local breweries, burger places where the walls were bricks, thirty types of pizzas all named after NFL players, he didn't care for any of that. Give him a simple sandwich from the gas station and he was fine. In fact, the only reason he ever got Starbucks was convenience. It was the closest coffee shop to the school, and they had sweet and sugary drinks he really liked.
He had to admit, though, ever since that one guy started barging in with more treats he had been considering different things lately. Just a little.
He wasn't sure why Haru was so hung up on steering him away from Starbucks, or proving that his drinks were better. At first, they tasted the same to him. Sweet and packing a punch that got him through the rest of the day. He wasn't even sure what Haru talked about half the time, different types of blends (whatever those were), steaming coffee, roasts. It didn't make sense to an old-at-heart person like him.
Then Haru came more often (sometimes blocking him from Starbucks) to get him to try new things and, well, things started clicking. He was able to taste the ingredients the barista listed, and he was able to understand the differences in blends and textures. Haru's store was a little further from Starbucks, but not too far. He was willing to make the drive, just like today.
"What new drink do you have today?" Terry asked when he came in. Never would he thought he'd become a regular to a young person's place like this.