The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

Clad in a thick insulated jacket to shield against the snowy conditions, Robi was scaling the mountain to find something valuable to his history. The blizzard was harsh but even that wasn't able to stop his blazing hot desire to find what he wants.

However, he comes across something else, he was going to dismiss it as some loose mountainous rock but then it moved; The snow parting to reveal a stricken draconic creature hanging off the side of a dangerous cliff.

The Genome sprung into action and jammed his hook and rope into some solid rock and got to work to pull the weakened dragon back away from the cliff. After a few attemps, he manages to get her back into the safety of the mountain and into the sancturary of a cave, away from the vicious snowstorm outside.

He turns to get a good look at what he rescued; To his surprise, it was a dragon but not suited for the climate. Maybe how it looked not to be one native to the region. He lifted the frosted goggles off, and blinked his sapphire eyes before lowering his wrapped scarves below his chin.

"My my, I'm glad I dragged you in from the harsh cold. I was thinking about sheltering until the blizzard passed. Say, what's your name?" He asked, a confident smile across his face.

A humid hot jungle surrounds the lad, who came to explore its riches and mysterious ruins that would be abandoned by its people who had resided within the trees. As wildlife watched him trek through the dense overgrowth, it wasn't long until a long green tendril wraps around a leg and he was pulled towards a huge man-eating flower, which was looking for its dinner.

Fear completely engulfs him as he frantically reached for a solid tree and held onto it tightly. He used his tail to shoot his plasma rifle at it but the aim was poor that the shots were whizzing past or even grazing the botanic nightmare.

"Oh my god, I don't think ANYONE would come rescue me in the middle of a f***ing rainforest!!!" He yelled.

Fortunately for Robi, his own statement was made wrong. And what better way to disprove then with another monster?

Sinitrad was exploring the jungle too, although perhaps more... aloof then others. He did not know of anything precious or valuable in this place. It was rather the fact that it was warm and moist that was the key to attracting him. As he stomped his way around, sniffing at and examining every little thing that interested him with a passion, a terrified yell brought a new thing to focus on. Sinitrad bounded through the forest in the direction of the shouts, and soon came across the dire situation.

Sinitrad didn't really know what to do. He had never really had to fight something seriously, but now? It looked like a high risk of this human- hold on, it couldn't be human, it had a tail- being eaten by this plant. At this moment, Sinitrad had an idea spark in his brain like a firecracker. He took a step back.

He inhaled the warmth of the air around him, letting it grow hotter and hotter in his chest and neck until it felt like a furnace was inside him. Then, he bounded forward and blew a stream of fire at the same time. The fire, which was bright and reached outwards like the flame of a flamethrower, torched the leafy creature. The anomaly of a plant seemed to scream in pain as its writhed, dropping it's prey and screaming as the fire engulfed it's body. 

While the threat slowly died, Sinitrad found it necessary to introduce himself. He turned to Robi. "Hello. I'm Sinitrad, the one who saved you from becoming a vegetables vegetable. What is your name, may I ask?"

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For some reason, Sinitrad woke up in a snowy field instead of his original resting spot. As he got up, he could already feel the harsh air and the cold snow sapping away at his energy and warmth, pulling him down. He saw what looked like a road in the distance, and hobbled towards it. But, he fell short a few metres of the roadway, as he collapsed from being too weak to continue on. With this weather, his body temperature could plummet drastically, which would be a very bad thing for Sinitrad.

"Oh!"

It was not often that she saw visitors at the mountain where she resided. It was a cold, lonely place, its hostile environment deterring many from coming other than to seek an adventure in the frigid landscape. Human civilization was somewhat close by, but at this time of the year where the blizzard seemed almost perpetual throughout the winter, few cars came to pass on the nearby roads.

Cassus had come down for a walk. As an ice dragon, the cold hardly hindered her, and she walked as she pleased in naught but her elegant blue dress, her steps light in the snow. However, something seemed to be amiss -- there was a lump in the snow that was significantly darker than the vast white sheet that spread across the landscape. As she approached, she saw that the lump was indeed a living creature, a quadrupedal creature who seemed to be struggling in the cold. Despite being an ice dragon, Cassus' disposition was not so cold that she would overlook an animal dying in the cold, and she knelt down, cooing to him. "It's alright. I am here now. I will help you."

Though her stature seemed fragile, she picked him up with ease and carried him to the cabin which she resided in. The firewood she had kept finally came of use as she lit the fireplace -- which was sadly dirty from disuse, but it worked, and that was all that mattered. With care, she set him down on the couch and whisked away to the kitchen, where she started boiling snow in the kettle for some tea.

Under her care, surely he would recover quickly.

Though she had a kind heart, others did not. Dragon hunters had come after her for her beautiful scales and horns, and although she had managed to ward them off, they had used fire against her, and dealt significant damage to her. She was an ice dragon, after all. 

Cassus had managed to flee into the woods and escape the hunters, maintaining her humanoid form in order to avoid detection, but she still ran clumsily as she desperately ran, further and further into the brush before finally collapsing in exhaustion, clasping her wounds as she tried to cool herself down. This wasn't good. If she didn't reduce the heat and take care of her wounds, she would likely end up dying.

Yunos

Right when her hope wavered, a figure found her, hunched and wrinkled, so different from the hunters who chased her, and yet just as frightening. Her tentacles were ever twisting, as if they were smelling her, and her claws were sharp and menacing. She drew near, eyes narrowing as if she was determining her fate.

Finally, Ooblek pointed at Cassus' wounds, a ray of frost shooting from her fingertip and freezing shut the gashes in her skin, drastically lowering her body temperature until it was in an acceptable range, as well as stopping her bleeding for the moment.

It was then that she finally heard Ooblek's voice, deep, gravely, and projected directly into her mind. "I will throw these pesky humans off your trail in exchange for a few gems from your hoard. I know you must have some... we'll work out the details when we have more time." And with that she held out her slightly slimy and age-worn hand, a teleportation spell already forming across her palm.

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The chances that Ooblek would ever go to a town were about the same as if a pig spontaneously grew wings, however fate seemed to have won the lottery as she found herself within the town square of a surface city. She however was not quite so lucky, someone had bought all of her spell slots that day, and while it had made her a mint, it had left her needing more supplies, and here was the only place she knew of that she might be able to find some. It was dangerous for her, surface dwellers hated her kind; But for good reason, after all humanoid brains were very tasty.

Things began to go wrong when a child stepped on her cloak, pulling down the hood and revealing her true nature. She began to run, but her garb stood out among the dull rags of peasant folk, and the guards easily located her, cornering her against the town's walls. She'd need a miracle in order to get out of this mess.

honeyshuckle

The guards cornered Ooblek and the crowd, which was previously passing through the street, dispersed. The surroundings which just few minutes ago were filled with life and chatter became silent as the passes-by hid in hopes of avoiding trouble.

The guards approached closer, their weapons drawn and zeroed on the Ilithid’s head, but as her back touched the wall, she slipped and fell on the cobbled pavement.

That was when the guards unexpectedly stilled. But as they felt something being slipped into their pockets the natural curiosity won over the orders. Orders are just orders, after all. Sometimes you follow them, but when the occasion presents itself why not just take a different way and investigate?

Soon, small gems safely rested on their hands. They were translucent, of unique shape and a soft glow which seemed to be seeping from their center. These were the rumoured star tears, precious stones of a unique origin. Even just one of these would be enough to speak to the guards’ greed.

The men were enchanted by their findings, but a quiet cough drew them back to the reality. The guards turned around only to see a person standing right in front of them.

"Oh well, I don't think you saw anything there, did you? "
Paisley, having seen the commotion on the town square followed the guards and now stood in front of them smiling softly. In his outstretched hand twinkled few more gems, identical to the ones safely placed in guards’ now clenched fists. They reached for the offered gems.

"We might neither see nor hear anything for few more of these." Said one of the guards as more precious stones filled his pockets .

Paisley turned his attention to the Ilithid. As the guards left, he helped her stand up and adjusted the hood to cover her face. After a swift glance at the retreating shapes, Paisley released breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and then looked back at Oobleck. Even with the unique coloration, her skin seemed to be unhealthily pale. He had to admit that it worried him greatly.

"If you need the place to hide, you can just follow me" Paisley said, studying the Illithid's expression for any sign of discomfort. He hoped that she was not injured, and that the sudden paleness was caused only by the fear she had to endure during such a traumatic experience.
"I think that I might have to disappear for a while too." With these words he turned away and resumed his walk, hoping to reach his destination before his mentor arrives.

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Tired from the constant chase, out of hideouts and ideas Paisley was cornered. As the fallen star he had nowhere to go, so far away from his home, stranded in an unknown world. Despite that he still ran for his life in hopes of the luck being on his side as he heard the shouts of the people on his trail.
That was the last turn. The corridor of the old building he entered as the last resort, a leap of faith he would have not taken would he had a petter option, has ended presenting the cold brick wall as the final destination.
The sound of the door being forced open was heard, but Paisley was already aware that he had nowhere to run. He slipped on an uneven carpet and fell.
The stitches he placed just few hours ago gave away at the action, letting the blood flow freely, joining the red splotches on his clothes.
Paisley let himself fall against the wall. The cold radiating from the surface calmed him as he hugged his viola to himself. If he was to die or be captured now, he might as well deserve these few seconds of such a simple comfort.

CRASH!!!
Something burst through the window. After a few seconds the figure stood to his full height, showing himself to be a young man dressed in a white outfit with a red mask over his eyes.
"Heh, smooth as butter," he chuckled to himself as he admired the diamond in his hand. He adjusted the red scarf covering his mouth and chin and put the diamond in his pocket when he noticed the scene around him. "Huh?" He blinked at the people giving him a bewildered look, then looked at the bleeding person desperately clutching his viola. Now, normally Jackson wasn't one to take any sides seeing as though he didn't have a right to take a moral high ground, but he saw someone bleeding while being cornered and the adrenaline was pumping.
"Job never ends, I guess," he breathed as he ran towards Paisley. Just as the stunned people remembered their objective, Jackson pulled out a small black ball and threw it on the ground, erupting into a heavy cloud of smoke the clogged up the entire room. The people coughed and swatted the smoke away, but by the time it was gone so were the two.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY THIS TIME, MASTER THIEF!!" shouted the police as the Master Thief got away this time.
His face masked with a bandanna and scarf, Jackson turned his head to look at the group chasing him, some on foot and some in car. Adorable. He winked at them before pulling out a grappling hook and firing it at any old random direction. The gun yanked the thief high into the sky and onto the ceiling of a nearby building.
"Heh, maybe next time, boys," Jackson chuckled to himself as he put up his gun and watched the cops stare up at him in frustration.
Then he turned around to find a detective there, aiming a gun at him.
"You're getting too cocky, Thief," the detective murmured. His hand wasn't even shaking.
"What, not even using my full name? Don't think I'm a master?" Jackson tried to joke while holding his hands up. Gotta think, think! That guy looked like he wouldn't think twice about filling him with bullets if he as much as sneezed, but there's no way he could get done in now!

What good can come from a young lady strolling through a murky, cobblestone alleyway? Yet, she can always find peace in the darkness. But not today. Coming upon the elderly man sprawled on the ground, Maylu takes a light step backwards, and her dainty fingers fly before her lips as if to stifle a gasp of concern. Her eyes wander around her, but there was no one to be seen. Too easily she could step over his body and be on her way. She is carrying the ingredients for dinner, and doesn't want to leave the soup unattended for too long. The old man moans again and his eyes somehow find hers despite the dim surroundings. She gazes back vacantly. He could yet walk away from this, and then what? What consequences of her disregard may befall her? Better she offer help.

Maylu traipses closer to the old man, and kneels by his body while setting down her sundries. "Hello Sir, can you hear me? You don't look well.." She states the obvious, placing her hand on his shoulder to indicate her presence. She scans over his body but sees no obvious signs of injury. "I'm going to sit you up against the wall, but I can't lift you. I'll need you to help." The man makes no response beside the continuous heaving and grunting. As she situates herself beneath his shoulder with his arm draped across her back, she briskly checks again down both ends of the alley to see if there was another one she could pass this off too but to no avail. With no small struggle, she labours to push the body up against the damp, brick wall. Without help from Cedric, she slumps down momentarily from the sheer exhaustion.

Crawling back onto her knees before the old man, she gently presses a hand against his forehead; it's both cool and sweaty. With the same hand, she lifts his eyelid with her thumb and with her other hand, ignites a point of incandescent light at the tip of her fingertips. She then checks his other eye for his pupil reactivity. Only when this exacerbates a reaction, with Cedric groaning loudly and grasping his head, does the girl begin to suspect a migraine. The flickering star grows slightly larger in her hand as she flings it onto the ground to provide some visibility. She reaches into her purse for a bottle of acetaminophen and places two tablets on Cedric's tongue. Then scooping some water with her hands from the large plastic bowl she was carrying, she presses it against his lips, urging him to drink. "This might taste a bit like tofu.. don't mind it, but just swallow the medicine, okay?"

Once she is satisfied that she had performed a passable intervention, she clumsily gets onto her feet and smooths out her skirt. "You can wait here, I'll go find some help to take you to the hospital." She assures before hurrying away. She leaves the dinner ingredients behind with Cedric.. so perhaps she'll return.

Evening falls, and Maylu leans drearily against the stone wall of a large well in deep thought. She reminisces a memory from just this morning, one more trouble in a long line of troubles..

'Do you think I should marry him?' Her bright-eyed sister daydreamed whimsically.

'But we just met him yesterday.' Maylu protested.

The bleak prospect continues to haunt her until a noise disturbs her cloud of thought.. not just any noise, but a desperate, agonising gasp. Following the sound leads Maylu around the back of the well, and she sees them laying on the floor. A middle-aged woman, writhing on the ground and gasping for air, while her husband straddles her torso and closes his fists around her throat. "No.." Maylu covers her hands over her lips in horror. The wife manages to break free for a moment, crying out and reaching towards the girl..? No, towards the bucket behind Maylu that people use to fetch water. In her desperation, the wife seeks out any kind of weapon to fend off her killer. Her frightful scream pierces Maylu's ears once again but no bystander hears it. Because she's a ghost- they're both ghosts. And somehow, Maylu is witnessing a replay of the grisly demise. The girl knows well enough she cannot do anything to intervene, yet cannot take her eyes away. She stands there frozen.

The husband grabs the nearby rope, winding a skein around his wife's neck while hauliny her over the edge of the wall. Without any sense or hesitation, the husband plunges both of their bodies into the well's abyss. Maylu catches a glimpse of the terror in the wife's eyes before she disappears from sight. The rope on the pully screeches wildly as if being yanked into the depths of the well. The bucket promptly follows, yet a loop of rope catches around Maylu's ankle.. suddenly, she is dragged off her feet and over the wall's edge too abruptly to notice the pain, sunken ever deeper by the weight of two corpses.

Her tiny body jerks like a ragged doll as the rope catches once, dangles her in suspension, and then snaps! She plummets what seems like free fall into the deep, dark well. The circle of night sky above growing further away, she is finally submerged in the cold, black water. She chokes while the shock sets in, chilling to the bone. Kicking and whimpering frantically, with nothing but a bucket and a bit of rope in her immediate surroundings, she somehow finds her way to the damp and slimy wall. Clinging to the slippery rocks and soon overcome with shivering, her voice trembles as she cries quietly for her sister,

"Please save me..! I don't want to die all alone..."

up up up

"It's beginning to look a lot. Like. Christmas. :) Eeeverywhere you gooo. :)"
Festive songs were always nice and lovely, they sounded so happy, and they made people happy listening to them. That's what Smiley thought, at least, as he gazed down at the happy couple cuddled in front of the fireplace. He looked down at his hand, tightly gripping a fire log that was still aflame, is skin constantly regenerating each time it was burned off.
A happy setting.
Before Smiley could reach down to paint some smiley faces, he heard a noise down the hallway. He quickly straightened up and looked to the hallway, then back to the couple, then back to the hallway. Still holding the log, he slowly made his way to the room.
The door creaked open. Two beds, but only one occupied. A room for two. One half was blue, the other was red. The one in the red bed was squirming and whimpering, crying about being alone, crying about someone named Lindy and her husband. Smiley tilted his head.
The weak fire that still ate at the log illuminated the room, but with each thud of a step the masked man took closer to Maylu it shuddered softer until finally, as he set his free hand down on her shoulder, the light went out.
"Are you okay? :)" he asked while gently waking her up. "You looked like you were having a bad dream. :)"

A hand freshly recovered from being burned picked up a picture on the nightstand. Two twins, one in blue and one in red. Smiley tilted his head. He reached out and, with blood dripping off his finger, he drew a smiley face over the girl in red's face. Satisfied, he set the picture down just as he saw lights flashing outside. Peering through the blinds of the window, he saw two - no, three - police cars outside.
"Oh dear, oh dear. :)" Smiley murmured as he strode to the kitchen, looking to the back door. Could he make it out in time, or...?

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Warning: Mention to murder and suicide tentative ahead

Spoiler'd for supernatural stuff?

As soon as she heard the screaming, she sprang to attention. Her pager went off just as she ran into the fray and found the source of the yelps and strangled cries. Thank god she was nearby, or else someone else could have gotten hurt.

The kid was in danger, of course. But what was causing it? He was floating, two feet in the air, raising to three, by some kind of bizarre invisible force. Whatever it was, it was killing him. Sure, she had faced some unusual foes, but none were invisible. This wouldn’t be as easy.

Without thinking, Pacify rocketed forward, her ropes already in her hands. Her plan was still in its early development stages, but now wasn’t the time to think. It was time to save. She swung a lasso around her head and released, hooking the kid’s hoof with it. She tried to pull him back down, but the force would not release his throat. Hucking another rope, she instead aimed for behind the kid— and hit something.

So it was invisible.

The rope formed a large, seemingly empty circle behind the mid, and Pacify yanked as hard as she could. The force let go, and send the kid flying to the ground.

The invisible force released him, and he fell to the ground, sputtering and coughing. Attempting to reel in the creature, Pacify lost her grip, and somehow, the force was gone. The lasso was empty, and the kid was safe.

Finding her breath again, Pacify places a hand over her racing heart and kneeled to the kids level. 

“Are you okay?”

—

Groaning, Pacify roused herself. A splitting headache. Pain in her jaw. What happened?

She tried to sit up, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. She could hardly even see.

As she gathered herself, she observed her surroundings. A dirty street corner, through the pitch of night. Her suit was unresponsive, the usual glowing lights and pulsating warmth now dark and cold. It wasn’t responding to her anymore. She didn’t know why, but it wasn’t obeying her.

She was trapped in a cold, dark, massively heavy hunk of metal, and she didn’t know what to do except to yell for help.

London was once again wandering the streets, prowling through the most darkest and sketchiest parts like he could navigate it blindfolded. It wasn't like that mostly, though, it was just that he had been walking around this same area for a good long time. He knew every shortcut, even if some areas were... less desirable to travel through then others. And tonight, he was travelling through one such area.

He saw something peculiar up ahead on the sidewalk, though. It seemed at first to be scrap metal, but the closer he got to it the more he realized it seemed to be a robot, or possibly a human in a suit of some kind. He got close enough to where he was standing right over her, looking down at what he assumed to be a lifeless body. Questions ran through his head at lightning speeds as he squatted to get a closer look at what he was dealing with.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He asked curiously. He shook her arm, and then tapped the visor on her face a few times. He grimaced, as he realized that she had taken a really bad beating. Customary for something like this to happen in this sort of area. Seeing as what London did drew no sort of reaction, he sighed and got up, looking around to see if there was anyone to help him. Seeing no one, he took the situation into his own hands.

"You're coming with me, then. Gotta get outta here, not really safe." He mumbled to himself. He first tried dragging Pacify, but found that much harder then expected. Though, after a bit of looking around he found an abandoned shopping cart. He managed to finally lift and subsequently drop Pacify into the cart and get to pushing it away with him at a fast pace. He didn't know what he'd do once he got away into a safer part of the city, but for now he was preoccupied enough.

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Spoiler for gore!!!

Pierce walked past the thugs with only an upward glance.
They were laughing about something, and had spots of blood on their clothes.
Their voices then faded as he proceeded away from them through the dank street leaving them behind him, he didn't think too much about it at this point. Probably just hooligans who had gotten into a fist fight over some trivial issue and were laughing in their victory.

He would have just shrugged it off. It was none of his business after all. But just then he caught sight of blood under a street lamp.
There was a lot of it. Too much for just a fist fight with a bunch of rebels.
Curiosity got the better of him and he stopped under the street light to take a look.
It was fresh, and further more there was a trail leading away from it.

He took a look over his shoulder, the thugs had vanished from his sight now. He had missed his opportunity to interrogate them.
He then looks back down towards the ground and begins to follow the trail of blood.
The cyborg wasnt following the trail too far though before he heard someone calling for help with a desperate tone in their voice.

He walked faster keeping his guard up following the sound of the person's voice until he eventually comes across them hunched up by a brick wall.
They looked worse than what he expected them to. If they didn't get treatment right away they'd surly die from the amount of blood they were losing.

Pierce quickly unwrapped the blue wraps from the upper parts of his arms. He only used them to cover his cybernetic limbs anyway to appear less cyborg.
He tied them together to make one long wrap which could be used as a bandage...
He then removed his sleeves and folded them both up placing them over the person's wound to try and stop or slow down the bleeding and tied everything firmly in place with the wraps.
"Listen to me... You're likely feeling tired, but I need you to stay awake. You've lost a lot of blood" He tells the person looking directly into their eyes
"I can help you but you're going to have to co'operate with me. There's a warehouse a block away, my equipment is inside. If you can make it that far I can tend to your wounds and get some blood sent over. The location I am taking you to however remains top secret... got it?" he remains staring into their eyes until they agree to his terms, and then places one of their arms around his neck so that he could support them as they began their walk towards his warehouse.

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Pierce had gotten into a spot of trouble... and by a spot what was actually meant was "probably going to die!"
He'd been ambushed by his brother Malachi, an angel with a lot of built up rage and resentment for Pierce, and his lesser angel lackeys who followed Malachi's orders like he were some supreme leader.
They had chained Pierce up and attached a heavy metal weight to his chains... and you guessed it! Took him out to the end of a pier and threw him off into the deep water.
Malachi had fled the scene accepting with celebration that Pierce was finally dead. But his minions stayed behind to make sure nobody had followed to help him.
They had to stand guard and make absolutely sure Pierce would no longer be a hindrance in Malachi's plans.

Pierce could only struggle as he sunk towards the ocean floor. The last light he saw was the artificial lighting at the end of the pier and that was quickly fading as he sank further and further.