(I edited this game while there were no replies because I thought I could set this out better)
How this works
1: Look at the scenario the above user has set out for their OC and think about how your OC would help them.
2: Once you have helped the above OC you need to create a scenario for your own OC for the next person to figure out how to help out.
For example if my scenario were this:
Pierce is thrown into a car crushing machine. The walls are slowly closing in on him and he is unable to get out.
Person 2 might write:
Mr Fredrick Von Madeupcharacter takes out the person operating the car crushing machine and quickly switches it off before Pierce can be crushed.
He then goes over to assist Pierce out of the machine.
And then write their own scenario like:
Fredrick Von Madeupcharacter crosses over a train track on their way home and gets his foot stuck in the track. He suddenly realises the train is coming and it's only a matter of time before they are mowed down by the oncoming train.
So the next person has to then answer their scenario with their own solution.
RULES:
Alcott wouldn't be able to just sit by and watch it happen. He'd throw himself in the water and try to get Pierce out, then ask what happened once he regains consciousness.
Alcott gets stopped on the sidewalk by a random stranger. The person pulls out a knife and demands he give them his wallet.
Marian panics and looks around, she'd find a broken pipe on the floor and creep up behind the person and knock them out quickly from behind without trying to make much noise, Marian then reassures Alcott and asks if he's okay and well.
Marian gets chased and cornered into an alleyway by a group of 3, bigger and stronger then her. She's unable to really fight them all when it's 3v1.
Belladonna was watching from the top of a roof watching the events below her unfold, laying down on her stomach and resting her head on the ends of her whispy hands. She looked over to the plushie by her side, who was sitting down, letting his legs hang down as he kicked them back and forth. "Aw~ Why should he have all the fun?" The ghost pouted. "What do you say, would you like to get them both?~" The plushie smiled, and drew his claws and the took each their targets.
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The shine of red and blue lights and the sounds of loud sirens were blasting towards a warehouse, the police were apparently raiding it despite it being abandoned. On the inside, sounds of shouting could be heard from inside, and the police started storming in with weapons. On the inside after a while, there was a living plushie and ghost fighting against the police.
Drax had been walking by when he saw the police cars outside a warehouse which he'd always thought was abandoned and out of use.
Curiosity got the better of him and caused him to look in through a dusty window.
He could see what looked like a young ghost and her plushie fighting the police off, but the police continued to barge in aggressively and use force against them.
Drax knew nothing about the ghost, or of her plushie. But he had assumed like a lot of ghosts that she was no more than a lost soul who wanted to be at peace, and watching the police invade her warehouse like that made him grit his teeth with anger.
Humans! when will they learn?! They fear what they do not understand and act out with violence!
His form changed entirely to that of a huge horned snake.
He slithered into the warehouse and immedietly began spitting venom towards the police blinding them giving the ghost and her plushie a better opportunity to fight back.
He was taking the ghost's side and would help her get rid of the police.... but if only he knew the true nature of the ghost perhaps he would have kept walking while he had the chance.
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Drax is at a bar talking to someone he's never met before.
They seem friendly enough, but as Drax looks away the stranger slips what looks like some kind of drug or poison into his drink.
Garrett quickly leans back in his chair to see the action about to happen, hesitating at first, he gets up from his chair and goes over to Nathan and quickly and carefully removes him from the scene and out of the bar temporarily, not far by the door. Garrett cautiously keeps an eye out for the group Nathan unfortunately pissed off to make sure Nathan doesn't get hurt by either them or himself. "Careful buddy..." he says.
Garrett is casually walking on the sidewalk with earbuds in and doesn't notice a car driving behind him at fast speed, the driver jumps out of the car due to broken breaks and the car leans onto the sidewalk. Garretts earbuds are too loud to hear it coming behind him.
{claim'd mf}
A loud smash occurs behind the pedestrian. It may have been impossible to hear but it was certainly enough for him to feel the sudden blast of air and shaking for him to turn and realise what had happened.
A large behemoth of a futuristic looking tank had smashed the car deep into the brick wall, which was totalled from the 500 ton war machine. The hatch, from the turret, opens.
"Jesus, to never seen a car barrel right in front just as I was going to turn in. This giant takes a year to stop." The blonde giggled as he turned to see the would-be stunned man, staring at the armored vehicle, the small boy, and the wrecked car,
"Oh...and I guess i was at the right place at the right time!" The boy smirked, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly.
An enraged Robi looms over his brother, but it was obvious that it wasn't him in control. As the lone gem, laid nearby, that contains the boy's soul, Renien was poised to eviscerate the noble Zidane Tribal, whom was the only one left when all of his friends had fallen in their attempt to stop Renien's wrath.
Chris was intending to run some errands as he paced down the street, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a terrified girl cornered in an alleyway by a group of rowdy teenagers. Upon seeing this, he turned away from his usual path and hesitantly walked towards the situation at hand.
"Hey," Chris called. "Knock it off, assholes." He appeared to be much taller and stronger than the rest of them, anyways: he wasn't sure if he had the willpower to fight back, though.
tw: implied suicide
As he moved towards the doors to the balcony, every heavy step he took was intentional. Chris reached the top and took himself towards the edge. He peered down at the streets and pedestrians below.
He felt the need to jump.
He was... Somewhat lost. He had an appointment to assist someone in place of one of his relatives, and he ended up in the balcony. Thankfully someone was there, and he could ask where he ended up, and if they knew where this office was.
But as he approaches the person, he realizes there's something terribly off.
He freezes.
Shit, shit, what should he do? Oh god, he should walk away-- NO, what the hell, he can't do that! But what are you supposed to do in this situation?! This- He wasn't prepared for this, who's even prepared for this? Oh god-
Maybe he's just overreacting? Maybe it's a misunderstanding, but the more this person approaches the end, the more Viscenzo is convinced that he's not making it up.
He gulps.
"H-hello. Good evening, I... " come on, stupid, don't you have anything better to say? "Hey, the sky looks beautiful today." he blurts but means it, he's constantly looking at it. He approaches the person a bit more, not too close, but he wants to be in a place where the person can join him. He laughs a bit, a little embarrassed. "I'm hopelessly lost in this building, but I'm glad I got to take a look at it, you know?"
At least he hopes he can make conversation, but in the worst case there's Mr Blue Sky ready to jump in on the action, to hold the person if anything. It may not be super strong but it carries the same strength as an average person and that might just work.
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It's raining very hard, Viscenzo is lost with no transportation back to where he's currently sleeping, he's walking on a sidewalk around 30 min away from known civilization, and he has this feeling he's being followed by someone or something, and the rain makes it so hard to hear or see what it is, he's so scared...
Matthew is walking the opposite direction from Viscenzo, through he seems to be holding an umbrella and a jacket as he takes his watery walk to get time to himself to think, he stumbles up with Viscenzo from afar and worries, thinking he could easily catch a cold or worse. Matthew walks up to Viscenzo and hands him his umbrella, knowing he needs it more then Matthew does. Though he can also sense the weird pressence of somebody following Viscenzo and swallows. "A-ah, you seem lost... here, let me help you find your way back?" He smiles at Visc reassuringly.
Matthew is seen alone face-to-face with a wild dog, he backs away slowly from it with it slowly following him and eventually backing Matthew up against a wall and any fast movement might upside the angry mutt, Matthew stares down the dog the more it gets closer to him, the dog is visibly upset and hostile.
Xaanik watches the young man and the dog for a moment and decides it'd probably be better to intervene-- animal wounds can be nasty business and there's no reason why anyone has to get hurt. He makes momentary eye contact with the blue-haired boy to reassure him, then approaches slowly.
"Easy there," Xaanik murmurs, in a voice as sweet and numbing as ether. He raises one hand splaying his fingers in some strange gesture. The dog's snarl trails off and its body relaxes somewhat-- it's aggression subdued by psychic magic. It paces around for a moment, visibly confused, before it seems to lose interest and pads off.
Xaanik's attentions turn to the young man before him.
"Are you alright?" he asks in a gentle monotone.
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Xaanik's managed to get himself trapped in one of those big industrial freezers-- great job! The hilarity of this situation is somewhat dampened by the obvious health risks this will entail if the situation persists. Feeling like a right fool he bangs on the door and calls for help, there's not much else he can do at this point.
It seemed like all hope was lost. The lights were turned out and the kitchen was closed for the night. Not a sound could be heard from outside the freezer as everyone had gone home.
Suddenly the sound of pans falling onto the floor could be heard followed by a loud "CRAP!". Somebody was out there.
Footsteps were heard coming closer and stopped outside the freezer, and then the door swung open revealing a demon on the other side carrying a verity of foods under one arm which he'd stolen from the kitchen "I won't tell if you don't" he says stepping aside.
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Carlos is being chased through the woods by a group of demon hunters. There are too many of them for Carlos to take on alone and they're carrying old weapons such as crossbows and swords.