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The OC above, for one reason or another, picks a fight with yours. Does your character have what it takes to fight back, or must they flee to avoid injury, if not death? Post IC with your participating character.
Rules:
- 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.
Let's start this off with...not Bozard, but Dr. Fire! What will your character do with this giant beast?
Garu didn't particularly mind to have someone lose their temper at him. It was far better than being berated (again) by his boss, or having one of his dates lash out at him (again) for his general social incompetence. In fact, he could probably take a regular person in a fight if he had to, despite his lanky appearance and inattentive demeanor indicating otherwise. He only had to hold his aggressor firmly enough to envenom them with his curved fangs -- there was no more to it in most cases than that. He truly didn't want to cause lasting harm or put in too much effort, and violent spasming was usually enough to get anyone to think twice about giving him trouble.
But J didn't seem like a regular human. She had fangs, and one eye covered, and she seemed more intense than a human usually was. He wondered if she was something like he was for only a moment. No, no, she can't be. Her fangs weren't curved in the same way his were. She couldn't be snake, then, she had to be... dog? Close enough. Furthermore, she didn't seem to be acting quite as predictably as humans tended to act. How strange, Garu thought to himself. I'm not sure handling this would be in my best interest right now. Ah, it can be so hard to deal with fiesty types.
"Now, now, no need to worry," Garu said. He tossed his head to the side casually and grinned, putting his hands in the pockets of his lab coat to show he wasn't intending to take a fighting stance. He felt watched, even more than he had been observing her, and he felt rather aware of himself. Was it a tactic to catch him off guard, or just an innate awareness?
Doesn't matter. I get nothing from carrying this out, so if she sees me as weak, it will make it easier to leave.
"Pardon me, I feel like you must be mistaken to wish to fight. No matter what you see, I'm just a doctor passing through!" He laughed half-heartedly. "Don't I get some sort of medical neutrality? I'll be on my way, then. Please, carry on as if you never saw me."
[flight!]
vvvv !!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS INCREDIBLEEE
"Ain't no need ta lookit me like that, Doc. Ain't y'all got some kinda oath ta treat everyone nice-like?" Taka snickered with his own shark smile as he lumbered closer and closer to Garu. Guy was skinny as a twig and looked like he'd break twice as easy. Probably had some tricks under his sleeve, but that didn't bother Taka too much. He felt confident, he felt cocky. It showed.
"I'm just lookin' for someone ta help me with some cuts now'n then. Someone who can do it all under the table, if ya know what I mean. If I can't get patched up, well--" The hand not in his pocket knocked down a beaker. "--how'm I supposed ta keep control of this crazy arm of mine, eh? Now, I like ya, Doc. I get a good feelin' from ya. Feels like we've been friends for a long time, don't it?" he grinned, now right in front of Garu. "Why ain't we set up some kinda partnership, you'n me? Help me'n my boys out, I give ya a shit ton of money and some protection. Sounds nice, right? 'Course, I got other ways of bein' persuasive, too."
(Fight)
( ramyune pinging bc it's been a while :o)
Ren wasn't a regular person. Cometios could feel it. He may be an idiot, but he's not dumb. Ren wasn't just not human, not some kind of sinister spirit. But something that he entirely can't even place. Something wrong. As if it's existence in itself goes against the rules of the universe.
Now, entities like these aren't always something to worry about. But certainly something that Cometios should 'watch out for' and technically 'take care of'. After all, they could be a little dangerous on a slightly larger scale.
Cometios leaned forward. "Ren..." Yellow eyes glinted from under the rim of their hat. The tension of their gaze, enough to split a mountain in half. They were dead serious. In the end, maybe a fight will be inevitable...
"If you ever get attacked by a shark, rotate that idiot." Said like an old man trying to give advice to his grandkids, they turned away again to sip on their drink.
Cometios is not dumb, and certainly smart enough to not take a potentially unnecessary risk like that. He decided it would be better to just hang around for a while and not look into it too much.
(Flight. Cometios might mess with Ren but he'll try not to MESS with Ren you know what I'm sayin'?)
Tayani "Ohh dude, you're some kid of space god or something?" He asked as his eyes brimmed with curiosity, the young dragon tamer's was yet well aware of how strong this being could be. Though he had the capacity to regenerate pretty quickly from any massive injuries and control electricity, that he was stupidly braved and had surprisingly survived many situations where he SHOULD have died, he did have limits.
This person who stood infront of him could manipulate space and mass itself and run faster than light. Mika... He had the capacity to regrow a limb and never get scarred, as long as he didnt get something vital destroyed and do pretty sparks with his fingers. He let out an awkward cough and muttered "Weeeeell, it was nice meeting you space deity, but I think I have some matters to attend to!
In short, Mika would absolutely not mess with this guy. He knows he could get obliterated and that he isn't smart enough to trick him. To be fair he's not really smart in general so theirs that. He doesn't generally seek to fight unless he has a reason, anyways, but if he had a reason to.. He would flight. He knows he can't.
v ASDFSADFSAD I JUST SAW THIS, honestly Mika would probably get along with that, he'd probably embark in the pie throwing fight.
Mika couldn't help but giggle at her enthousiasm, it was cute for sure "Actually no, where I come from it's a bit of a rite with my people, you've got 3 kinds of tamers. Dragons, demons and elementals, in my case I turned out to be a dragon tamer. You have to sorta fight them and try to survive, bonk them with a hammer a few times until you get a contract with them. For Yufae, she willingly accepted to become my familiar due to circumstances, for Tyr, I had to fight him and try not to die. And now they are obligated to obey me, both of them, but I give them more liberty and don't boss to much, only Tyr because he's a mean ass that could hurt people if I didn't forbid him to." he shrugged before chuckling more "You could definitely give Yufae a treat, I would recommend leaving Tyr alone. He prefers being left alone."
"As for taking them, I again do not recommend Tyr, he doesn't play nice at all, unless you're up to the risk. As for Yufae, she doesn't fight. She's small and frail, so no. She can play fight, but she doesn't actually fight fight."
A wide grin unfurled from her muzzle, exposing rounded, nonthreatening fangs. "Wooah. You're like, a dragon tamer? That's so super-duper cool! I've seen people wanting to take down dragons before but I like your style a lot better, but how do you tame them? Do you got powers? Ooh! Do you give them treats? ...Can I give a dragon a treat?" She drummed her front paws before crouching and pouncing - around him, that is.
The cat's all worked up, bouncing around him in a complete circle, tail quickly swinging from side to side with her movements. She didn't know a lot about him, but from the looks of it he seemed certainly badass! A dragon tamer!
"You have a collection? How many dragons you got? I can take 'em, I can take 'em!" She squealed and looked up at him, puffed out her chest, which resulted in a gumdrop tumbling off her chest onto to the ground. Maintaining eye contact, she awkardly picked it up with her paw and put it back on. Then, she grinned.
< fight! -but she is not taking this seriously, she would probably be throwing pies toontown style! hope you like vanilla! >
Just in the right time Évariste finished his work at the waste management, it was stressful after dealing with jerks in the workplace. He went to the candy shop to buy some candies yet before that he stumbled upon a cat with characteristics of a gingerbread, with vanilla-like fur and adorned with colorful toppings just like a gingerbread. It was crowded, people throwing pies all over the place and the room filled with balloons and decorations, must have been a celebration for something. The cat threw a pie at Évariste's coat, as if he participated in the event itself. He wasn't bothered at all, he would have thought people just want to enjoy the celebration. It would be a terrible idea to ruin people's fun.
Évariste may seem imposing, his dark appearance display awe and fear but he is not threatening either. He does have a soft spot when it comes to cats and candies. He saw the Gingerbread cat being energetic with a handful of swear words coming to her mouth. Évariste doesn't know this Gumdrops person entirely but he remembered someone talking about her having collections of knives and switchblades, despite that, Évariste still doesn't feel a kind of threat from Gumdrops, maybe because of her friendly, kind, and sociable personality she has. "Perhaps you might want to try to eat this" the chemist gave Gumdrops a block of tirggel cookies he made yesterday "It was an extra piece, I hope you like it... farewell and have a nice day out there...".
(flight, Évariste has no reason to fight a friendly gingerbread cat)
(fizzelston) "A challenger, so be it", Évariste was determined to challenge Jacques in a Pokemon game. He isn't into competing others and it was the first time he had someone challenge him for such game he finds it relaxing. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter but the direct engagement didn't bother the chemist much. Évariste started up his pastel red Game Boy Color filled with cat stickers and connected it to Jacques' link cable. Évariste prepared his Pokemon team of various types he used to battle the Elite Four, "I don't care if I win or lose, I want to see how we strategize our teams.". He exclaimed
v (I bet Jacques' team are mostly fighting types pokemon :D)
^ (YOU ARE SO RIGHT)
"I warn you. I am not going easy on you," Jacques monotone said. His eyes darted over Évariste as he sat down. In his hand rested a Game Boy Color, a blue one. In the other, a link cable. "I've trained this Pokémon Silver team to be champions." The boxer smiled, but it did not quietly reach his eyes. His eyes were filled with competition. "So come on, show me what you're worth."
(Fight..... A Pokémon Game Boy link cable fight.)
Montozaka smelled the hostility in the man before him. This made him defensive and he snarled as if a wolf or dog would. It was slightly different when he'd attack an animal that showed aggression as he found it easy to scare them off. But this man seemed tough. A worthy opponent to Montozaka. He liked challenges. He was a warrior with nerves of steel and practically fought death everyday. For funsies. From dragons to aggressive beasts. Deities even.
He usually chooses to ignore people like this but he didn't like being threatened or hostile smells from people. Montozaka feared no man nor the face of death itself. This should be fun.
(Fight. Montozaka will fight anything just because. He's reckless and just likes the rush lol. He battles like a mix of a feral animal with teeth and claws and a human with weapons)