Favorite Character of the OC Below (IC)

     "Well, well, well, well, well! Look who it is, look who it is! :) It's my friend! Hello, my friend. :) How are you? Are you happy? :) Such a wonderful mask you have. :)" Smiley perked when he pushed through the bushes and spotted the little girl(?) in the red hood. He'd met her before, someone who led him to many, many good people that were in need of a good smile. Oh, the fun they had that day. He'd hoped to see her again, and it looks like it was his lucky day.

     "Do you stay in these woods, my friend? :)" Smiley asked with a tilt of his head. She was dressed the same way, too. Did she live here? Was her family nearby? What a good family they were, to let her play around to her heart's content.
     Holding up the bloody tennis racket he'd picked up earlier, Smiley pointed towards a thick bunch of trees. A careful look would reveal just the slightest glimmers of sparks and smoke from a campfire. "So many people are here today. :)" he explained. "I want to play with them and make this a night they don't forget. :) Doesn't that sound like fun? I think it sounds like fun. :) Would you like to join me, my friend? :)"

            The crown prince of Litari. Perhaps it came as no surprise that Olethros favored him -- why, it seemed that most people adored him, from his people, to his family, to even his most reluctant enemies. The nymph was equally as hesitant to accept him. The inability to be forced to look into the darker recesses of his mind, even if he seemed entirely genuine in his compassion, troubled her to no end. He could have been anyone. He could have had something to hide.

           And yet...

           Olethros found him in a sea of thoughts, dressed in clothing unbefitting of a prince, and wondered whether he knew where he was going, what he was doing. Surely he did, he was not unwise, but she couldn't help but to ponder him. Perhaps there was some solidarity to it. In some ways, she wished that she were more like him -- a calming presence, teasing but not malicious -- for to be herself was to be poison. And easygoing. She was hardly easygoing, not as much as him. And she thought...

           ..That maybe, she did not deserve to be near Allegretto, to mar his goodness. In the fleeting moment that she observed him in the streets, she held her breath, only to feel a twinge of pain within her chest. And then, she slunk away into the shadows, barely noticeable.

@ NP: Please choose from this tag only!

     Well hot damn, cat girls were real, and they're short as hell.

     Taka smirked down at Lychee, trying to contain his laughter. She kept giving him a dirty look but it reminded him of a kid not getting a toy they wanted. He almost wanted to give her a gun for free.
     "Ya sure you're a hitman, Kit-Kat?" he snorted. Lucky for him, divine intervention prevented her from mauling him and his men, but came with the price of her threatening to crush several of one of his grunt's bones. "Alright, alright! Ease it up, kitten, I'm just playin' with ya," Taka yelled. He nodded at the other grunt that cautiously handed Lychee a picture of a certain tall detective.
     "This guy, I hate his damn guts. I want ya ta bring 'em to me. Alive. I wanna kill 'em myself. You can kill anyone else he knows or some shit, I don't care, just bring me him. Here, consider this down payment." The first grunt, still nursing his wrist, handed Lychee a briefcase. Inside were several guns.
     "They ain't loaded," Taka grunted. "Ammo'll be dropped off ta ya later. Ain't no way in hell I'm givin' ya a loaded set. But they're nice as hell, ain't they? Better than a bat by a long shot."

     Despite it all, he never stopped smirking. She was cute as hell, but he could tell she was just as deadly. He liked people like that. Having her on his side, he'd be damn near unstoppable.

Anyone's fair game!

v SCREAMS ALOIS NOOO (chad WILL fall for it)

(Rare Taeya writes more than two paragraphs moment anyways Alois faces the consequences of his actions)

The longer Alois and Chad knew each other and hung out, the more Alois could feel this ugly feeling growing inside of him.
Guilt.

What was nothing more than an amusing game to Alois in the beginning now makes him feel guilty for keeping the fact that he's an actual vampire from the actual vampire hunter. Deceiving him by pretending he has an alcohol problem instead. If only it were that. Chad was kind, fun and supportive. He even explained to him once that he learned that not all vampires are bad. Maybe, just maybe, it would be alright to come clean?

Then again, seeing as Alois, the actual vampire, didn't agree with the notion that not all vampires are bad, it wasn't enough to convince him that things will turn out alright. Surely Chad will be mad at Alois for wasting his time like this. He'll definetely end up using his hunter equipment against him out of rage. Alois was convinced of that. And frankly, he wouldn't blame him.
He pondered his friendship like any normal person would. Staring at said friend from a distance, unseen. But while he hid in the shadows like a total creep, a thought suddenly dawned on him.

Why do I care so much? Alois wasn't usually one to be so torn about someone elses thoughts and feelings. He learned all his life to be selfish and use others if you have to.
This had to end. It was time to bite.

He approached the influencer like any normal person would. By sneaking up until he was right behind him.
"Chad.", he called to make his presence known. "I was wondering if you'd like to visit my home sometime? It's spacious." He leans in playfully. "And it has a billiard room~" Run down and in the middle of nowhere, far enough from civilization that no one would hear screaming, were two descriptors he decided to leave out. He just had to figure out how to stop him from taking selfies at his place...

You can go for anyone over here
Please don't godmod my ocs

There's a quick rustling of leaves surrounding Foxine, and it doesn't take long for the cause to reveal itself. A pair of red-tipped fox ears sprout from the trees, and soon Uno's body follows, the kitsune dangling from a tree branch, using his legs to hold himself upside down. Despite the unusual position, Uno can see Foxine just fine.

"Well, aren't you something?" he chirps, almost excitedly. It's clear that Foxine might prefer to leave. Was she shy?

"What's all that for?" Curiosity gets the best of him, Uno speaking before Foxine decides whether she wants to stay or go. The subject in question is evident as Uno points a clawed finger toward the basket in Foxine's possession, filled with mushrooms and nuts. What could she possibly want all that for? He doesn't assume it's for eating, as shouldn't she consume meat?

((Uno always likes interacting with other foxes...Foxine has such a cute design!))

NP: Anyone in my main folder is fine, just not fawnie as she is a sona so that would be awkward! 

Lucina sits at a restaurant famous for it's late hours across from her partner Florence, a...something, Whatever Florence was he wouldn't tell Lucina, the only thing that was really important is that he looks like an angel but certainly isn't one. He's complaining about boredom and laments over having better things to do than sit through meetings with the higher-ups all day. She just makes a sympathetic noise, not taking her eyes off her sandwich. Until, curiously, it looks like there's someone else out late.A man, tall with a slightly grizzled appearance.Normally not one to make idle conversation unless it's necessary for politeness, Lucina turns her attention away from her whining associate.

"What are you doing out so late?" The question isn't exactly pointed or anything, just genuinely curious. Normally the only people out so late were...well, people like her and Florence, and whoever that person was didn't look or carry himself like most hunters. "Can't sleep? Understandable. Me neither." Lucina's own nerves were almost always shot after a large movement. And unfortunately, hunting isn't as easy as slinging salt and using repellents and protective talismans. "Oh, ignore me. It's been a long month and I'm thinking out loud. By the way, I don't think we've met before. I'm a hunter." She offers a hand to Morgan politely. "Lucina." Call her shallow, but she thinks he looks pretty handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Kind of like her.

NP: Choose from here!

Terry peered over Rust's shoulder. "Writing, huh?" He looked away to avoid reading in the notebook. "What're you writing about? Writing about your day? Thoughts? Ideas? Stories? I used to like writing back when I was younger-- maybe around your age, actually." Or at least what age Rust appeared to be. "I liked writing stories. I'd think about them all the time when I could. Helped me get through the days." There was nostalgia on Terry's face that quickly turned into a cringing, pained expression. "But I look back now and regret a whole lot of them. Dozens of plot holes and things that just didn't make sense. Makes me glad I didn't choose to pursue English."

Terry looked back at Rust. "That's just ramblings of an old man. I don't get that impression from you. You look like you do some studying and don't commit to writing unless you have it all mapped out in your head. That's good. Smart. The brightest people I know are like that."

Anyone's fair game!

THERE XE IS AND I L O V E HOW YOU DESCRIBED ARCHYS EXISTENCE

(listen i know this fg opens up room for unestablished dynamics to get some words in.......................... but i gotta)

When had xe started feeling protective of him?

Xe stared at xer charts, at the carefully measured graph of a narrative arc. Xe stared at xer (best) estimation of their timeline (to the ability that xer swiss cheese memory could track). Xe stared at the broken equations, at the crumpled notes full of dissected tropes. It all made... no sense. None, whatsoever. Even outside the archetypal entanglement that this narrative had drawn them in- "protective" seemed.... wrong, somehow. That is the incorrect emotion for a nemesis, Xeno Cherenkov. A nemesis is not someone you swaddle. A nemesis is not a little baby freak, toddling around, who you can hold the little arms of as you shelter and guide them through the world and keep from eating ants and put bandaids on when their knee gets scrapped. 

Xe tapped xer foot, chalk pressed to xer lips. Thinking of xer favorite pencil, xe chews.

If invention is xer god- then here comes Archaeus, a person-shaped hole in the world. Except- no, no he's not a hole. Just because he can cancel out anything xe throws at him, doesn't make him a hole. Maybe Archaeus warped the narrative because he was too bursting with invention? Unrefined invention, perhaps- immature, chaotic invention, maybe. Invention before you know what the rules and the limits are, invention when you're young and bursting to participate even if you can't figure out how to do it in a good way yet. Whatever Archaeus is, he's... a passion, isn't he? Archaeus is creation so powerful, that he went ahead and created himself.

Sigh. And there xe goes, talking like that again. Stupid stupid nemesis. Maybe if xe throws Archy onto the moon, this'll stop bothering xer.

when i tried clicking on the link, it just brought me back to this page, so hopefully this is alright...???

A soft hum fell from his lips as he glanced upwards at the man he'd found himself in the company of. Though many might have found his effervescent behaviour disruptive, perhaps even tiresome, yet Kaoru had surprisingly found himself enjoying the man's liveliness. Perhaps it was rooted in the fact the monk's true nature had managed to slip past even an abomination like himself.

It was rare for him to visit restaurants of any kind, likely a result of his own set of unique circumstances, even rarer for him to actually order anything. Yet, even so, he absentmindedly lifted a cup to his lips, sipping from that straw. He had no opinion for its taste, such was only one of the many things he lacked the capability to experience. Yet, perhaps he'd ordered it due to the monk's mention of the drink. Kaoru had assumed it was his favourite, or at least something along those lines.

"I can't help but wonder...why is it you favour boba so much, hm?" He quietly asked, his head tilting to the side as he spoke. Though not entirely genuine, a strange look of curiosity glimmered in his eyes. "Is there something special about it?"

@ np ;; anyone with this tag! (edit was to add this haha)

           They did share such a marvelous dance together, did they not?

           Kurumi was difficult to decipher at times, taking into account their anxiety. She wasn't used to people such as them -- while her wife was quiet, she  was not apprehensive, at least not to the degree of the bartender Nerine  had met nearly a month ago. Still, what joy that they were able to see  each other again. After all, she looked out for them, anticipating, waiting. It was cute, seeing them so flustered, albeit in the most  platonic way that could be stated. They didn't seem the type, anyways.

           "Hey, kitten." Just a tease, a playful glint in her blue eyes. She sat above  them, her legs hanging off a ledge right outside the Millenium. "I've  been looking everywhere for you since the party, just saying. Have you been avoiding me?"

           Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, she was  determined. Association with local crime lords, being a bit of a monarch in the gambling scene, a master mixologist -- boy was that last one exciting -- it didn't matter to Nerine. She flashed her teeth at Kurumi in a smile, looking for any reaction, any change to their visage.

           "I had fun, you know! No need to hide ever, I don't bite. Much."

@ NP: Choose from this tag, please!

"Fuck me mate yer gettin old"

The words slipped from his mouth as he drank with his, now royal, friend. Course he wondered if she was technically royal before, he never much cared to ask. But he realized that made him a shitty friend. The double-edged sword of indifference he supposed. The wine was fancy stuff he never much cared for to drink on his own time but it was what the pair had on hand and he was not going to complain after not seeing his friend since...well- since he had left. Hetook another drink as the thought welled up in his throat, desperate to wash down the words that would hurt him more than it would her. But still, he smiled.

"An look at you now, finally folk are realizing how much of a grand sort you are!" He went to clap a hand on the aged woman's shoulder as a loud belly laugh rumbled out. He really wanted to apologize for so much. "Say now that yer all fancy an shit does this mean yer too good fer me? Hell I ain't saying I'd be mad. I'm a fuckin shit show sometimes, an I'm- well I'm still a kid in face an soul so I understand. But....either way its good to see ya you bag of bones. Even if ya ain't got much time to hang out, I got a pile of favors to pay ya back fer if ya ever need someone for something"

His smile turned mischievous now before drowning the wine in it's entirety. He hoped she still liked him, just a bit.

NP: Hey guys yall can use whoever ya wish

I'm stealing the prompt from the sparring thread but I want to play this game instead and I think it works :)c

quick link to characters! you so do not have to write more than a couple sentences for me i was just having fun w it <3

v poking her cheeks she's so cute