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

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Abby was supposed to be walking home from school with her friends, but she decided to be rebellious and get some bubble tea instead. When she spotted a crumbling building. Noticing a human like figure buried underneath rubble, she ran towards it. The little girl was not very strong.. but she barely managed to pull her out. Smiling she helped the girl out. 

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Abby was running in the forest, away from something that was chasing her.. she wasn't sure what. The small girl tripped over a twig, and the something neared her, and she couldn't get up.

It's not unusual to find Takuto strolling around the forest, he enjoys the calm and peacefull atmosphere it gives off, and it's a great way to kill time. Today the wildlife seemed to be alot more.... Active. Rabbits were scurrying about, bird flying around, a school age girl running through the trees in a panic- wait, what? And was that a bear? An entire bear? Bears are supposted to be hibernating at this time of year! Takuto lifted himself off the ground and flew after the bear, and in turn, Abby. He didn't see little Abby trip, for he was busy charging up a magical attack that he released on the bear juuuuust before it reached her, boking it on the head and knocking it out. Abby didn't get eaten by a bear, horray! --------------------------------------------------------- Takuto's a rather important guest at a fancy ball, being the prince of his homeland. It was quite loud and lively for such a classy event, it was almost like a club, but with slower music, less skin showing, and more modest interactions. It was easy to get distracted here. Takuto had a drink in hand, but had to put it down on the counter after someone had asked for him to come meet someone. While he was gone, unseen by any of the other guests, someone had slipped a rather large tablet into Takuto's drink. Takuto returned and picked up his now drugged drink, moving the glass up to his lips.

The girl was so small, she reminded him of Sonii. He watched her dashing in confusion for a moment, until he realized his visor was shorting out. He banged the side of his helmet and the night vision flared back on.

A coyote was tearing through the woods behind the girl, quickly gaining. Sam panicked a moment. He'd saved little people from snakes and lizards before, but never a big toothy mammal! 

Maybe he could scare it off? He speed his wings, kicked off the forest floor, and flew at it, waving his flashlight like a sword. That's what you're supposed to do to scare off wild animals, right? The coyote yelped and bolted off into the dark with it's tail between its legs. Sam couldn't help laughing to himself a little. Some predator!

He landed some what cattywampus before the girl, "Hello! Would you like some help up?" He helped out a hand, but the girl seemed more scared of him then she had been of the canine. 

"Oh, so sorry!" He took off his helmet. Static sparked as he did so and his hair stood strait up. "I'm not that scary, see? You're pretty far from civilization... Would you like me to walk you home?" 

Sniped! Oh geez, I'll fix it! I'll use Drakie for this one, since a ball isn't the sort of place Sam would normally end up, lol! But Drackie's so dapper in his human form, He'd fit right in! 

Sam was probably miles above some unknown water. It smelled salty, and he was pretty sure he'd seen a pelican a while back. Good Lord he was lost. He uncliped his radio and tried to call Maria again. It squealed, then hissed, then made the horrible beeps of death. If only he'd remembered to checked it's charge before he left! Sam made a mental eye roll at himself. Why on earth did everyone thing he was so responsible?

He was clipping it back to his belt when a deffening clap of thunder cracked over head. A sickening feeling washed over him. Sam was the closest thing to the lightning... 

Rarely Alistair went out in the wild to take a walk, usually he liked more the atmosphere that big cities gave off but this time he felt kind of homesick. Well, in his cildhood he lived near a wood, in front of his family's cottage was a big lake which still is a major attraction for tourists, but since he didn't want to go back there he opted for a more... efficent way.
Moving slowly through the thick vegetation he felt himslef at peace, so much that he let his demon's traits reveal and his animalistic ears immediately curled at the sides of his head nearly disappearing in his dishelved white hair. The wind was kind of crispy however, foretelling an imminent big storm. The weather didn't really bother him ,since he was a demon catching a cold would be hard.
He skipped some tree's roots as he walked with little jumps here and there,nature always amazed him, the fresh air and vibrant colors... ah this was a scene that surely would be stuck in his head forever.
It was after a few minutes that rain started to pour, loud thunder echoed through the sky as his eyes locked on a man in the middle of a big river that directly flowed into the sea... oh god what was he doing there?
His ears stood up as they perceived a low bipping from a strange thing the man was talking too. Saying that Alistair was perplexed over the situation was correct as he stared with a mild curiosity at Sam. Suddenly he heard the cracking of a big thunder, fortunately for the man his paranormal istincts foreshadowed the imminent lighting bolt. He quickly ventured into the water curling his tail around Sam's waist as he promptly pullind him into his arms, running out of the water holding onto the man.
"Oh man if I wasn't here you would've been dead meat" he said with a soft chuckle as the thunder hit the water behind them. "You shouldn't go out like this, it's dangerous, dude. I'm gonna bring you back to my city, there you can go to an hospital or something."
With those last words he proceeded to walk into the direction where he came from still holding Sam into his arms, well it was in moments like these that he loved being a demon even if he was weaker than the others.

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He knew that he shouldn't have messed with an high rank demon, but that damn girl wanted to have.. well... do those nasty and terrible things to him so he had to reject her. I'm in really deep shit, he thought as his back slammed into a car window stabbing his already injuried back with multiple glass' shards.
Standing up he quickly scurried over an alleway softly pressing his back on the wall as he waited for the attacker to go away, after some tende minutes he slowly sad down taking a deep breath.
"God it hurts" he mumbled through his teeths as he pressed his bare hands on a big wound on his chest, it was a deep cut which would've been fatal for humans. Closing his eyes he tilted his head to the side taking slow gulps of air as the adrenaline started to disappear leaving him with a strong pain. 

"Looks like you need a healing fairy" a voice chimed from the end of the alley.
The voice was female with what could be mistaken for a Russian accent.
A small female stepped into the light, only 5ft'3 in height and kinda scrawny but she held herself as though she were a giant full of confidence.

She stepped slowly towards the demon at first, cautious in case his attacker was still near. But then her last few steps were quicker paced feeling sure his attacker had moved on and she crouched down by his side.
"Hold onto your butt, this is gunna hurt" she warned him placing her fingers on a shard of glass sticking out of his flesh, and then before he had any time to answer she began yanking sharp pieces of glass out of him one after another ignoring his moans as she worked.
"Rip the bandaid off, that's what they say. It hurts twice as much if you pussy foot around!" she spoke as she proceeded to clear the wound without giving him even a moment settle between each shard that came out.

Once the wound was clear of any glass she looked at the bloody mess for a moment wondering if she'd be able to manage with this right here and now or if she'd need to call her buddy Jet to give her a hand getting this guy to safety so she could treat his wounds with stitches and medicine.
"This may or may not work. I said I was a healing fairy, I never proclaimed I was any good at it" Pixi confessed before pressing her hand firmly on his chest, the deepest wound.
A little blood didn't bother her, she'd worked on far messier patients than this before.

The veins in her wrist and hand seemed to glow as though the blood rushing through had been replaced with green glowstick fluid as she focused her magic on healing the wound on the demon's chest.
Slowly the wound began to close up leaving little more than a shallow mark no worse than a scratch from a cat.

By the time she was finished she was totally out of breath, but the demon was good to go.
"That's the best I can do" she puffed as she leaned against a wall almost entirely out of energy having put so much into healing the demon.
"I don't suppose you'd do me a favour before you leave? Call me a taxi!" she smiled.

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Pixi had found herself cornered and surrounded by blood drinking demons who wanted to grab her and pass her around draining her of her precious life fluid.
There was nowhere for her to run and no way through them.
She was unarmed and alone, all she could do right now was struggle and protest... and maybe hope for a miracle. 

Agares walked through the alleyway, whistling to himself over the job he had done earlier. Christopher wasn't trying to retake control as he always did when Agares finally got control, he was strangely silent. It almost creeped Agares out, as he got a bad feeling when he heard yelling and shouting from down the alleyway.

He turned the corner to see a couple of demons surrounding a girl, almost certainly a fairy or pixie. He knew this because the glows that only Agares could see were different; a blood red for the demons and a blinding white from the pixie. He approached the group, and as soon as he got remotely close, one of them turned around to face him.

"Who are you? State your business!" The demon sternly muttered, his voice garbled and high-pitched.

"It's Agares, you fools. Remember?" As soon as he said that, the demons recognized him. They muttered among themselves.

"is it really you? We haven't seen you in, what, 1000 years?"

"Of course it is, you insignificant maggot. Move over, let me see who you're beating up here." Agares shoved them aside to see the trembling mystical posing as a human. "You guys, get out of here. I get first picks on this one." Of course, the other demons muttered among themselves, but they went away, leaving Agares alone with the small woman. 

Standing directly in front of the person, a rages spoke in a strong intimidating tone, feeling powerful from the frightened look of the being before him. "Look. If you want to live, get away now. If you don't run for the hills, then I might as well do what those guys were going to do." Agares traced the edge of his knife while stepping aside. Of course, the pixie ran off immediately, leaving Agares alone. Knowing that the demons would return soon, he walked off, now noticing that Christopher was speaking up again. Oh well, he might have to do a killing spree another time.

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Things weren't looking good for Christopher. He had tried to murder someone who had been carrying a concealed weapon, and it hadn't gone so smoothly. Now, Christopher was bleeding out on the sidewalk. As he silently cursed Agares for leading him into this situation, he hoped that someone would help him out as the rain washing away the blood from his bullet wounds started to make his head spin.

Humming absently, Tesias wanders the streets. People parting from his path, which was good. Though the people of this city where aparently not very fond of the rain, which was an unforchante fact. An itching inside Tesias' skull causes him to step aside from the crowd and see for just a moment. He sits down on the stone, crossing his legs, and exhales. Suddenly, a loud gun shot fills the air, the rain washing away a pool of bright red. Running, curses. Dread filling Tesias' heart. Tesias inhales, finding familiarity in the nothingness of having no sight. He reaches backwards with his hand, finding a wall, he pulls himself up and follows the itching in his skull. Walking streets down from where Tesias originally was, a gunshot was heard. He pauses, not quite realising it was reality before someone pushes back against Tesias. He stands strong, urgent apologies growing distant as the runner escapes. Quickly, Tesias follows the source, before hearing a desperate panting and mumbled curses. Tesias walks into the ally, crouching down, flinching at the feeling of a warm and sticky liquid on his hand. "It's going to be all right." Tesias clearly announces, cautiously following the sounds of a bleeding body. Tesias finds the touch of warm flesh. Wrapping his arm around the body, he helps the man raise to his feet. "Ridiculous, I know." Tesias jokes with a smirk "A blind man helping you. Such a bizarre moment. Though unfortunately, I could not get a good look at your shooter. Perhaps you could report his appearance, since you most likely got more personal with the shooter than I." Ignoring the man's protest, Tesias couldn't get rid of the dread in his chest. It's nothing, most likely. Just adrenaline and the metallic smell of this guy's blood.

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Tesias jittered with anxiety, fear steadily climbing up his throat. Tugging lightly at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. Struggling to keep his voice steady he announces to the people around him "Do not toy with the future." The people around him circled around him, their breath down his neck, he heard them unsheathing the knife. Curses, for being a blind seer, it certainly didn't help when cultists believed that your death would bring the Moonmother back to Earth. Idiotic really. Building up confidence, Tesias bluffs"I foresee failure in your futures. Do not tempt fate. I've met her cruel hand personally."

While drifting through the vastness of space, the curious robot has the strange event of meeting another being floating by. At first they passively observe the situation, but upon focusing, they realize that this being is in great danger. This being is in the process of being crushed by a gravitational force. They cautiously swim nearer trying to gauge the situation. It looked dangerous, and if Io was unable to save them, they would both be pulled in and destroyed.

Although fully aware that they were surrounded by nearly endless nothingness, the concerned space wanderer tries to search for some implement to help them but fails. A vague energy starts to build within them, reminding them that there might still be some remaining energy from this star to fuel their systems just enough to pull off this dangerous task. Making an effort to absorb as much energy as quickly as they can, they finally generate out a set of hard light wings that they use to get near the sinking victim. They extend their tail to this lost being, and once they feel it being grasped, they push with all their might away from the terrifying gravitational force threatening to consume them.

It was strange how something that seemed like a good idea could quickly turn sour. All the foreign robot wanted to do was get one of the shiny objects out of the claw machine. At first they had tried "hacking" it, but it wasn't very successful when it came to a tantalizing item that was underneath one or two others. Even after getting two "lesser" prizes out, the shiny holographic material-covered toy was still firmly wedged in with the other things. Growing impatient, the curious creature took it upon themselves to try and grab it with their own hands.

At first, it went smoothly, their head went in. Then one arm, then... Oh. Io let out a small worried grunt as they tried to pull the other limb with them. And when that didn't work, they attempted to pull themselves out. Though they were initially hesitant to reveal their second set of arms that they'd hidden under their hoodie, this was a situation that demanded it. They bigan to try and push themselves out, but to little avail. And now the alien was attracting more attention than they wanted. They utter a worried squeak as they try to worm out of their predicament before officials caught sight of them.

Janet was walking past, she was glad to take a job away from her home, even if it was just at an arcade. She had done the job she intended to do, repairing one of the support beams, and was starting to walk out when suddenly she heard the clanging of metal on metal. She went to investigate, only to find a being stuck on the claw machine, she chuckled to herself as she walked towards them, pulling out a circular saw. She pats him on the back "Oh, you youths today, let me help you out." She noticed the staff at the establishment looking and she waved them off. She takes a look at their situation "Poor dear, looks like you got your chest stuck"

She proceeds to start up the saw and lift down her visor as it moves closer to the side of the drop chute "Try not to move too much, sweetie." Sparks start to fly as the metal is cut into, one of the staff returns with a fire extinguisher if anything happens. After a good minute of sawing, the sparks stop and the metal entrapping Io is released "There you go, dear, let's get you out of there."

It's late at night, you are walking down the street when you see someone working on a light fixture, they look tall, yet old, with their welders mask down after welding the fixture shut after the wiring was repaired. When suddenly, a man with glowing red lines on his face and hands walks behind them, wielding a shotgun and forcefully stands them up, shouting and threatening them to give them everything they have or else. He seems tense, watching out for the glows and colours of the systems of other aerolins. However, he does not seem to see you. What will you do?

EDIT: Hey, @wanderways, please don't forget about this
EDIT 2: Thank you!

(edit: sorry, English is my second language so writing sometimes takes me a while haha)

The lioness, who had been napping in one of the nearby trees, was woken up by the noise. After glaring at the culprit through the leaves (how dare he wake her) she decided to go and ask them to be more quiet. The man, who appeared to be holding a gun of sorts, saw a grayish shape approach. It was big as a small horse, and spoke with a particulary arrogant tone of voice. "Would you keep it down?" The man gave her a mean look, and aimed his gun at the lioness instead. The latter saw this as an insult and if looks could kill, the man would now be dead. "Are you looking for a fight, mortal?" The lioness straightened her pose to look as imposing as possible. With a small click, the man took the safety off his weapon. Asherah opened her mouth to roar, but the gunshot was louder. 

The lioness launched herself out of the small cloud of gunpowder smoke- it had been a lucky dodge, as always. She threw her shoulder into the attacker, the full weight of her solid limestone body along with it. The man was thrown onto the ground, his gun skid across the cobblestones with a metallic sound. The deity stood on it, folding its mechanisms into the shape of her paw and breaking its wooden handle into splinters. The man ran off as fast as his legs could carry him, and Asherah didn't bother to chase him. She'd gotten her way, and went looking for a more quiet place to sleep.

The lioness' arrogance had gotten her into a fight she could not win - again. The creature towered over her, cloaking her in its great shadow. The wounded deity roared angrily, but it was not impressed. It tried to go for the kill, but luckily, she managed to jump out of the way. She'd gotten herself into a corner, and would not be so fortunate the second time. It raised its weapon, and Asherah yelled some obscenities at it. Once again, it didn't really care. It grinned, and went for the hit.

probably a bit longer than it needs to be

Chenille's eyes drifted gently across the sky when she heard something out of the ordinary. Ears fluttering lightly, Chenille wandered over to the source of the sound. However, what she saw made her quicken her pace. There was something covered with a darkness that seemed almost impossible. It was unnatural. When she came closer, Chenille knew that something was being covered. The dark being seemed to have been consumed by its certainty, unable to perceive anything but its victory. She had to snap out of her thoughts. It was almost too late. She took out her beaststone and transformed into her animalistic state as fast as she could, and swung her claws. One breath, two.

The dark creature emitted an odd hissing noise and fell against the ground, disintegrating. The one who had been threatened was a lioness, her pelt matted from the confrontation. She seemed to hold herself a bit higher then Chenille would expect after facing such an opponent. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice still a bit rough from the transformation.

"Are you proud of this? That you need a savior? Or are you blind to your defeat; unwilling to accept a reality that doesn't sing of your power?" Chenille averted her gaze. She didn't know what had possessed her to say that. She turned to apologize, but all she got was dust stirred by the lioness's smooth steps.

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Chenille glared up at her opponent, and a weak growl grew in her throat. It died quickly, and her opponent seemed to laugh. She stiffened, her form still enlarged by her beaststone. She could only hope that Chino had gotten away. If she hadn't...Chenille...didn't know what she would do. Her vision was patchy and faded in parts. The deep cut along her shoulder would surely scar...but why was she thinking about that? It didn't matter right now.

Time seemed to slow down as the dark blade swung in the air. She was going to die.

Fishy saw that her friend, Chenille, was in danger. She lept in front of her and took the blade for her. 

Fishy's life is slowly draining away.

@AppIIesauce
I'm sorry to be a bother but could you please give us a little more info? :)
It's just there isn't really much to go on here ^^; 
Please refer to rule 3.
I'm terribly sorry.  And thank you for your understanding <3

EDIT: Thank you <3 
Again I'm sorry to be a bother ;w;