Xander eyed Satja and went as far as slightly adjusting his glasses. "Oh my, " he muttered softly. "My good sir you're simply too strong, " he told the orc with a beaming smile. "I love how you just, punch, " Xander strengthens his words by a very makeshift, very no technical, air punch. "And hit! Things!" He said with almost childish enthusiasm. "With a lot of strength!" He clarified. Xander quickly recovers and adjusted his glasses that shifted thanks to his, active, moves a bit. "My apologies for that, I got a bit, dragged into action myself, haha, " he said with soft laughter. "All jokes aside though, sir. I'd admire you, not only for your physical strength, that I have to compliment again, but also for your spirit. Aye yes mister Satja, you're good-spirited, " Xander nodded. "You're brave and loyal but I believe you're also kind. Like, " Xander tapped his chin thoughtfully, "like a real hero, " he finally concluded.
How this works: Post IC and state what the OC above is/does/has too much of. This can be based on looks, personality, behavior, etc.
Rules:
- Use the word "too" at least once. That is the point of the game.
- Please put effort into your responses. There's technically no sentence minimum, but please no two-word responses.
- Your response should not be NSFW, offensive, or hurtful to real people. Let's confine the emotional pain to our characters.
- Wait until three other people have posted before you post again, unless it's been 24 hours. In that case, only one other person must have posted.
You get the point, right? So let's start for real with Dr. Fire!
Just had one man be an asshole. Let's have another.
Raphael looked over Xander for a few moments. He hadn't the chance to really speak to him yet, but it was very likely he heard all that he thought was necessary from a supremely angry teenage girl. But, seeing the younger man up close, he supposed he could pick up on a few other things.
"It isn't often that one meets a man who lives up to his reputation." Raphael commented in his annoying nasal voice. "Not that such is a good thing, not always. If one is too kind, too jovial, they're not often taken seriously. It's good to find a sort of... balance, I suppose." He scoffed, and then added, "It's better to be weak than to be seen as weak."
Smith, as usual, trembled in the face of this bird. It wasn't the other party's fault by any means, and if you asked her about it, she'd definitely try shifting the blame over to herself. That was just how it worked, as a woman as exceedingly unremarkable as she. Her hands quavered ever so slightly as she lifted a finger up at the avian, perhaps so that she could get a better idea of his plumage. It seemed soft, something that she could probably enjoy if she ended up receiving a cushion stuffed with them, but...
The process of how they'd be obtained would definitely, definitely make her wince. She had already decided that as soon as she eyed him, and she didn't know what to fathom of it; not that it mattered, because little ol' Smith would've struggled to articulate herself no matter what. Yikes.
"Your feathers," she stated meekly before immediately retreating by a step, "are pretty, but they seem too... Dark. Too dreary?" Her shoulders were hunched as she silently shivered over how much of a coward she was being at this moment. "... I reckon that they look good on you, as I said. I'm sorry, I'm not good with words." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, putting the utmost care into making sure that her ring wasn't somehow dislodged by her motions.
After a sigh, Smith explained further, "It's just that for someone who appears as cheerful and outgoing as you, black just... Doesn't fit you at all. Black makes me think of a dark, stormy day. Maybe licorice. But mostly just the feeling that something ominous is going to happen." She gulped, taking a step back slightly. "You... You're not one who wishes misfortune onto others, are you? Or one who's somehow fraught with tragedy?" she asked more meekly than usual, "I wouldn't grovel if that was the case. If anything, I'd give you so much sympathy, but... There's too much clashing and juxtaposition going on there. I really don't know what else to say, and I do... Apologize for the superficial remark, good sir. Or um, good bird for that matter."
"Oh daaaaahling," Artemis drawled, taking on a fake accent for the word. She regarded the alien, then burst out cackling, hands on her knees to hold herself up. "Girl, you are just too blue! Haven't you ever heard the phrase "everything in moderation"? You look--you look like Violet Beauregard after she gets squeezed out!" Artemis wheezed with laughter as she mocked the girl. "Hold still. I gotta take a picture to show Halley--actually can I get a selfie? Let's take a selfie, get over here!" She grabbed Chia, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to take a picture of the two of them.
"Oh jeez, girl" Black Thing looking at her from the top of her ears to toes before covering his eyes, not that he has one. "You cloth is just...too revealing. Not even me is okay with this!" He slowly pull his hand off of his face, looking carefully again at her then mutters under his breath "It's kinda almost...too sexy..." he sweats before shaking his head to shake his thought out. "Either way...you kinda look tasty. I wonder how you taste...will you be as delicious as your sexine--?" He paused before he finishing the sentence, covering his mouth and blushing from embarrassment. Before running away without a word.
The alien stares down at the canine before her; eyes glittering in wonder. Asiigaal opens her mouth, musing internally about how to even begin to put her thoughts out to this creature. It takes her a few moments, and after the dog barks at her a few times, she decides to speak.
"I am sorry, Earth... creature? I am afraid I have not learned all Earth languages as of this moment. It will be difficult to speak to you, I am deeply sorry for this." Her face scrunches at confusion as she tries to elaborate, "You, you are too... too quiet?" She pauses, knowing that's not exactly the right word, but for the life of her she couldn't recall the right one. Quickly, she adds, "I know nothing of your history or how you act, usually. I am sorry If I am being rude to you." Asiigaal leans down to eye level with the dog, her confused expression melting into a soft smile. "Though, that is not to say that I would not be interested in learning more about you in the future!"
"Well, there's no other way for me to say it, so I'll just say it straight. You're too cheerful." Jaxy looks up at the alien floating above him. "Think about this - you're the leader of an alien species. In all the stories, don't you think they're meant to be... evil in some way? Or at least a bit more serious?" Hesitantly, he says, "Plus, you're kind of... creepy... but who would expect less from an alien species? Especially one as powerful-looking as you are!"
"well you're but of a nerd aren't you!" She said as she placed her hand on her hip. Leika had a taunting expression while looking at the cub. "Sitting inside, writing some stories and stuff, " she huffed. "You're too nerdy! go out and explore more!"
"You!" Heinrich stormed over to Leika. "Y-You were far too reckless out there!! Covering yourself in grease?! Disgusting!" He scrunched his nose in disgust. "Those dogs - those HOUNDS - nearly ran me over just to get to you! Oh I should have expected something so foolish from-" He stopped himself, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down. "I will admit that you were of great help. Though I loathe to admit it, I would not have been able to get His Majesty's package without your help. So... Thank you." He opened one eye and scowled, "Do not let that get to your head! You were still too reckless!!"
"WHAT-?! WHY I-?! HOW DARE YOU-?!?"
Heinrich had NO idea how to respond. He was disgusted, furious, offended, and, above all, confused. Who's child was this??? Who taught her to speak in such a foul manner? And for God's sake, what was she DOING with her nose?! He couldn't decide what to rant about first. Oh, the disrespect!!
Was Heinrich really about to get a stern talking to from a shitty, malnourished ten-year-old? Yeah. He wouldn't be able to tell as her mask obscured her face just enough, but she was frowning, glaring up at him through the eyeholes. She stood there, her arms crossed. If this wasn't any indication that she, for whatever reason, was absolutely pissed, then maybe this would be enough. Was she ever not pissed?
"You're too much of a little bitch. You said you don't like dogs, right? That's because you're a little bitch." she said, "I don't like dogs, either, but if a dog ever ran at me I'd just punch it." Woah. Maybe you shouldn't say that, kid.
The girl sniffled, and then paused to lift her mask just a little bit to slip her grimy hand in and rub her nose. "I'll call you Heiny now. Because little bitches deserve to be called Heiny like you." she scoffed, "Also, you sound kind of like that guy from Britain." What... "Because, you know, you have the accent. I'll take your accent, because British accents are cool, but you're not fucking cool."
Just walk away. It'll make her stop.
Helvetica looked the child(?) over in disdain. "You're too short!" she declared, and before she could be retorted to, she began rattling off a list of obvious flaws. "Too small, too loud, too violent, WAY too annoying, and too pink!" Her nose wrinkled, and she sniffed delicately, tipping her head back to stop a nosebleed in its tracks. "Human children are just too revolting," she said, voice nasally as she pinched her nose. "Can't you see that you're giving me a headache? Get lost!"