Your OC is being stalked by the one above :^0

He spent most of his time in what some would call isolation. Where all he did was work, watch, and experiment. There was nothing else, there was no pay. He had no one to call an equal. He had no one to visit.

So, the days he did find chances to venture into the outside world – beyond the steel cold walls of Creation – were days he called field days. Field days were days he would explore, find specimens, or find marks. If he was running a job, a field day was just another day to watch his prey.

This wasn’t one of those days.

He was accompanied by two of Creation’s grunts – dressed head to toe in black plastic, and equipped with puny blasters that would stand no chance against anyone he knew who would want to do him harm. Since he assumed whoever wished to kill him would do so by the same means he practiced…

Since he was a boy Vitya knew to beware of strangers, of shadows. As he grew older, he learned he could just stomp them out – or shine a light – if they ever became a problem. So, even if he was weary, he was never afraid.

It was a busy street, they had been walking longer than his quota, and soon he knew his mother would call him back to the underground. But it had been long enough for him to notice her.

It wasn’t hard, she stuck out from the crowds of people huddling close to the street vendors. The first time he saw her he met her eyes, an oceanlike colour in the sense they seemed to change just as he was told the waves did. Mood-like.

The second time he saw her expression, the way she followed him, the familiar patterns he often followed. The way she rushed to blend into the crowds as soon as he checked his shoulder.

A stalker.

He grinned.

More like a fan.

He hoped she would smile back when he saw her for the third time.

NP: Viktor is a killer - when he has a mark he follows them - this either means he has already poisoned you and wants to watch the results, or is going to. If he isn't planning a murder, he must just be intrigued. 

Nato-Kai walked along the dark road. Something was bothering him but he couldn't exactly put his mind on it. We walked in the dark by himself countless numbers of times. And he never had to fear anything, except well maybe getting attacked by some animal lurking in the shadows. He felt stupid constantly looking behind him like he was extremely paranoid. After all there wasn't much to worry about right?

Is what he wanted to say until he saw a mysterious man from a distance watching him. Am I being stalked? Something about that thought made something in the air shift. A chill ran down and he mentally prepared for a beat down. Whether it was him getting attacked or he had to start attacking. 

Never in his life had he ever been stalked before.  The concept never crossed his mind. As much as he was accustomed to the night now it felt so foreign and mysterious to him. The daytime felt so much safer but now everything feels so dangerous. 

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@ Np: Nato-Kai most likely did this for a dare lol

You’d think by night that people would be curled up in their beds- yet the sunset was beloved by all. She wanted to see it as it was in a city; a pair of footsteps matching her almost non-existent ones was not in the plans. It would likely go unnoticed by some, but she was well aware of it after passing a gaggle of a group. Looking like they were all joking around and flinging themselves about on dares. Delightfully active in such contrast to the low energy night ahead. However she had seemingly gained at least one of the group’s members attention by passing by. The local tricksters had always tended to notice her in her human form.

It wasn’t a bother by any means that someone was following her, especially when it was as interesting as this. Only weary about what could happen sooner or later.
 The people slowly dwindling as she leads the stalker through the streets. It would leave anyone terrified, but the confidence she sensed from the individual only made her curious of how long he’ll keep this up. Although it wasn’t planned when visiting this place, of course plans were only made to be broken.

Turning a sharp corner; she aims to confront the yokai at the end of this road. Light’s strewn about kept it well lit, some people chatting in shops close to closing kept the vibe of this street friendly- even if the lack of people kept the noise relatively quiet enough to hear the echoes of movement. 

Hitting a dead end, she turns around to face the one that had been following her.
“Hello there.”

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NP- She’ll just follow people. No ill will, just people-watching.
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v “as though he was addressing a child.” LMAO this man. She was likely wasting his time for fun

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The congruence of people ad-libbing and chattering amongst themselves often clouded Tabitha's mind, her large platforms clack among the crusty pavement as she was engrossed in her phone. A good distraction while she kept a steady pace away from all the commotion... till she reached a less busy area of the city. It has seen better days: the cramped apartments wreaked of smoke, litter. The car horns dimmed the farther she strayed, no one would bother her here as she took this path as a shortcut. Or so she thought.

Besides the clack of her boots, she could faintly hear the tripid tap. A pitter patter of footsteps behind her. It might have been the crumble of brick maybe. But her glossy and thick hair was a blindspot, it kept her from truly looking back in her peripheral vision. And like magic, she concentrated... her footsteps were dead silent. The bulky material that once made a heavy bask against stone fell ill quiet. An oddity, a conundrum. As her steps faded, Tabitha could hear Chime's clawed steps very clearly now. She stopped.

Her hand right beside her waist as she manifested a device on her hip. She waited like she was a gunslinger. "... who are you. What do you want." She spun around to glare at Chime right in the eye. Despite her short stature, she commanded with power. "... well? Answer me."

As Chime stared back at her, Tabitha eventually loosened. She grumbled. "You shouldn't follow strangers. Or at least follow them in a dingy place like this. Why? I'm not a good person. Imagine if I'd shot you where you stand. It's not good for either of us." She eventually dispelled her masking on her boots. "Or if you are, do a better job at stalking and invest in some stealthier options."

↓ (very small follow up tee hee)

The feeling of Fuun's every move being watched and analyzed from afar wasn't exactly new. No matter what they did, or how well they thought they were behaving, someone was keeping an eye on them. However, this time something felt off; in fact, they felt plain anxious. The energy surrounding them was unfamiliar and the thought of a possible threat wasn't something they had the strength or energy to deal with. Even as an immortal, they had plenty of little disadvantages.

Each step they took was careful, and they were sure to examine their surroundings. Getting looks from people tended to happen due to their unusual appearance and they'd been targets for some scums of the Earth before. Plenty of times they'd had people attempt to rob or kill them, though those efforts were always fruitless -- if done by a mortal. 

It'd been a great while that they'd let themself be separated from their partner. All of their previous worries had returned and amplified. They really needed to work on their independence. 

Stopping dead in their tracks -- and ignoring how paranoid they may look to onlookers -- anything they could check behind around town, or any crowds that seemed to be too close to them were thoroughly explored. That was when they spotted Isolde. Had she really been the eyes they felt burning into their soul? She didn't look the least bit intimidating, yet they couldn't help feeling threatened. 

"What's your deal lady?" Fuun stood tall, but anything they did just made them look cute rather than scary. They were too small to take very seriously. "The hell are you looking at?" They took another look at their surroundings before turning their head back to her. "Because, I sure as hell don't see anything interesting!" 

np; Fuun's constantly being watched by a select couple deities due to them being completely out of line with their original purpose. Fuun also puts themself into dumb, dangerous situations for literally no reason + they're small so they'd be a seemingly easy target for murder, ransom, etc. Pretty much just "dumb demon deity small"

(v LMAO I LOVE THE TWIST OF EVEN WHILE THEYRE THE STALKER THEYRE THE ONE IN DANGER SKDHJ fuun's always gettin themself into shitty situations)

The strange man was no stranger to stalkers. If anything, it was a slightly common occurrence. Whether it's people trying to take him out because they know his true job or because of his overall strange behavior that drew people in. 

Whatever the case, he can't say he was suprised when he suspected that he was being followed. He wanted to toy with the stranger instead. Leading them on like a rat to a trap. A fly to a fly trap. As much as he was curious about his stalkers he know it was best to take care of them immediately. If people didn't mean any harm and were simply curious, he'd let them off the hook with a warning. However those who greeted him with hostility met their fates. He was simply defending himself afterall.

He purposefully snuck his way into a dimly lit alley and hid behind a building, waiting to see if his stalker would follow and low and behold, they were in his trap. Now Abaddon was face-to-face with the stalker and greeted them with a smile, "Why hello. Might I ask you as to why you are following me. You know, you're shouldn't follow someone such as myself. That gets people like you into very sticky situations." His tone was almost like that of a friend's, yet there was something sinister to it. An uncomfortable and uncanniness rung in his voice yet it kept that smooth flow. Eyes piercing into his possible target as he determined several ways they'd meet their end if he found it necessary.

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@ new person your oc may be stalked if he is going to assassinate them (mostly if they're a high profile figure and there's someone who wants them dead), if they've talked to this unfortunate man or they're a humanoid a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶h̶u̶n̶g̶r̶y̶ ̶ I mean he's not a cannibal what?

It's giving Tarojin

Amongst the sound of his soles hitting the ground, the salesman felt someone else's foot steps behind him, light and airy. The presence had nearly gone unnoticed by him, the entity having such a graceful air to it. The salesman himself was almost deterred by the thought of something so... seemingly pure pursuing him. Despite not being able to hear said entity as it quickened it's pace, he could definitely smell the scent of.... Expensive cologne? 

This was what made him want to convulse and flinch in aversion. He'd tense up, unwilling to gaze at whatever was behind him as he struggled to cant his head back, slowing himself. He'd eventually halt, the feeling becoming overwhelming as he jerked his head back and finally faced the deity before him, tall and charming like a prince, even. The alien felt offput by this, being unlike any human he had seen in the suburbs. The visceral feeling he got from it was awfully familiar, he'd try to speak to the man but he would just heave nervously, voice straining as he began to sound more like just an imitation.

He didn't take kindly to being stalked, though he'd quickly realize the being didn't seem to have any mal intent, if anything his stalker had just... startled him. How abhorrent it felt to be vulnerable. Fully turning around, he hindered himself, briefcase in hand as he spoke. "You know I'll just assume you want something from me- maybe some good detergent, cheap cologne, uh, no! Brand name cologne , for cheap!" he quickly approached the stranger almost grabbing and tugging at him as he insisted, treating his little slip up as if it was nothing. "I have it all, just ask me." He added, eyes fixed on the deity's.

(Err. Does an alien count as having an unnatural aura).... as for np, he often stalks people to sell them something, lure them, make use of them... things like that. Or simply because he likes a woman he sees on the street, pestering people and grabbing them is this bastard's love language (sorry).

vvv This has wrecked my brain. So endeared by Leon now listen I am gripping you!!! If I can’t do a follow up I may just draw this… I am not good at writing but things like this motivate me to try.

Maybe he should've followed his brother back to the car? But Avelino being the stubborn ass that he is didn't care. He wanted to stay and talk to some new guy he met. Being desperate for anyone and taking 30 minutes longer to speak to him. After exchanging numbers he decided it was time to head back to Emmanuel's car.

The night was like any other. He saw as the bustling city filled with people and lights galore. Secretly he liked the looks and attention he got from guys. It boosted his already inflated ego, but he did note the eerie feeling he got. As if he wasn't just being looked at, but watched. It made him uncomfortable, but he pretended like it didn't bother him. 

As he was getting closer to Emmanuel's car he still couldn't shake off the feeling. In an act of curiosity, and maybe slight irritation, he went to go searching for who his stalker was.

Following the mysterious and lingering aura he finally found his culprit, attempting to hide in the shadows. 

Some old looking guy. Black hair and pitch black eyes, both complimented in the darkness. Even his clothing choice gave off old man. Though Avelino wasn't sure as to what he wanted. Money? Jewelry? The time? Avelino himself? He can't lie and say he wasn't even more uncomfortable than he was before. This guy's aura was thick and a bit overwhelming. Like there was something heavy hovering in the air above them. 

Trying to play off his unease he decided to ask this man "Hey, what do you want? If you wanted to stalk me then sorry. You've been caught and should've done better, girlie!" He wasn't entirely sure how to approach this situation or what to do next. Should he leave and go back to Emmanuel? No, because that might lead to him getting caught in this mess. He didn't want his brother to be stalked either. Give him whatever he wanted? Wallet, jewelry?? Whatever, he could have it. 

"I'll give you whatever you want though. You do seem a lil desperate for cash of you're going out of your way to stalk me. What do you want?"

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@ new person: he'll most likely stalk someone if they're some hot guy because he doesn't know how to behave properly or as a joke(?) And his name is Avelino :)