[IC] Ask the OC above you an IC question

Their attention drifted, not quite focused on the scenery nearby. Regardless, it was not very long before their words followed, quiet and with thought to meaning. "...I do not want to contravene. Although, it may be a harmless question depending..."

They paused, the wall nearby briefly considered, the people and horses that went by further away not held in as much focus for the moment. At a crossroads, in the town currently present, they did not believe the conversation would last long. All the same, it was not a hurried question. "...How far do you believe you have traveled thus, since your start?" Following that, they stopped for a moment in realising how that might be heard. Their own uncertainty accounted for confusion, if at all valid, which accounted for their next statement.

"...I think... it is important to know where you have been, not just regarding localities. Remembering things is itself a must, because..."

Their words trailed off at that point, although the meaning was possibly enough. They kept their line of sight forward, toward him, so that he would not mistake their demeanor as distracted.

It was a moment before they paused, setting the specimen in the basket nearby. “...I am. ...That depends.” Another short hesitation started before they continued, thinking of how to explicate.

“...Centuries of trial and error have caused understanding of what plants are beneficial and not. That said, sensory basis can be a possible, if not faulty, means to discern advantage. ... It genuinely depends on knowledge overall, through experience.” They stopped briefly after, unconsciously clasping their hands.

“...I think that to be true, at the least.”

Aethris walked around the large fields, looking for something to do. They usually found plants to observe but today there seemed to be less than usual. Then they saw why, someone was picking the plants. They appeared to be some sort of healer, Aethris had always wanted to know how plants could help the illness of others so they walked up to the healer. “Uhm, excuse me? I couldn’t help but notice you picking some of the plants here, are you some sort of healer? and if so, how do you know which plants do help and which do harm?” aethris asked, wondering if this person really was a healer. It wouldn’t be the first time they saw someone picking plants just to look at.

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"Woah. What the fuck are you, man?" Ciao eyes Aethris. Was she high? They looked like.. uh, well. She kinda had no idea what Aethris looked like. What would her frame of reference even be? Scary.. eldritch.. horse.. winged.. dog.. pegasus? "Follow up question; can I get a selfie with you? Heheh."

Ciao puts her hands up defensively, though certainly not frightened.

"Nice to meet you too, man. I'm Ciao." She hits him with a peace sign, her other hand stuffed into her jacket pocket. "I'm just a guy. Gonna have to get back to you on the demon part. And 'cuz I like doing 'em. You want some, man? I've got some indica right here with your name on it."

Valnier looked PAINED to be in Ciao’s presence. But he did, in-fact, have questions. Well just one and it was one that many people had when looking at people who would be deemed cursed. “What in the ever loving fuck are you, why do ooze with energy that can only be described as deamonic, and what the fuck are you doing with all those drugs”

"I am intrigued by your skills in interrogation." Otto said to Valnier. He passed a glass onto the older man. Ice clinked against the inside of the cup, the whiskey within them swishing about before settling again. "Here you go... ah, but, let me continue, I wanted to ask you... in what manner are your interrogations typically performed? Do you presume yourself to be perceptive in picking up on others' mannerisms? What makes them tick?"

"..I suppose branching from that, do you also pride yourself in studying psychology? Conversation? Or... do you enjoy it at all? Sometimes, I wish I had such skill -- goodness knows it would relieve much of my own work -- but nevertheless, the field of psychology is one I am passively interested in myself. Would you have anything to tell me about it? ..Or your work? Any stories?"

i forgot i was the last post here bye

     "You have a lot of animals. Lots of dogs. Are they your favorite?" This was the most talkative the vampire had ever been, and it was exhausting. "Are you going to get more dogs? What's the story of your first one?" Zack pulled out a top hat and bowtie set for dressing up a large dog and handed it to Otto. "I'd also like to take pictures of them, if it's okay. For my blog. I'll give you a discount."

i am too tired to respond but essentially history repeats itself and zack gonna make the same mistake chad did

"Oh, your dad's the best, dude! He's a total entrepreneur, so I'm guessing you are, too. Lemme hit you with one: how's about you 'n me do a little brand deal? I'm the cashier over at this sick ass skate shop. The Dead End. You heard of it? Naww, naw, you don't even need to answer. Listen, Zack, here's the deal. You put a dog on a skateboard, maybe give him one of our hats, or somethin', and you'll get so many clicks your brain'll explode. I get that ten cent raise tacked onto my paycheck, my manager leaves me alone, I go home, and I buy that new bong I've been staring at. I think it sounds great. Especially for you, man. Deal?"

     After another hardy training exercise, En sank his golden sword into the ground and leaned against it. "Hey, Pierre," he brought up with a distant look on his face. "I've been thinking. If I end up returning home I'll have to take the throne." A small sliver of pain flashed across his face briefly. "I'll need a queen, too. My brother used to always have to sort through possible arranged marriages because of it, but he was always with someone. You too, you're always with someone too. I've never really cared about relationships, is that weird? I guess..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Can you teach me how to do any of that? Finding dates and all?"

You can ask him or either of his tabs anything!

Wraith opened his eyes and suppressed a shudder; despite summer being around the corner the city he called home still had it's cold nights. He blinked a few times and looked over to the other bed in the room. The shapeshifter and the young prince had booked a hotel room when they noticed the temperature was dropping, with Wraith saying it would probably be too cold in his home to be comfortable. The scarred man didn't like the cold as it brought back horrible memories of his past, but from what he could see from the figure on the other bed, he wasn't the only one struggling to sleep tonight. 

"En? You awake?" Wraith said, tilting his head slightly. After getting some confirmation that the prince wasn't sleep, Wraith made his way over and sat on the side of the bed. "Can't sleep?" He asked. His ears twitched as thunder echoed throughout the room followed by the loud pitter patters of heavy rainfall hitting the window. 

"The cold always makes me more restless, too many memories linked with the sensation, is it the same for you?" Wraith gave a soft exhale. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'll listen if you want to talk."

Salvador fidgeted around with the lighter in his hand. He sat on Wraith’s apartment floor. The cold of the floor soaked into his legs. The breeze that managed to creep through the cracked window tickled the back of his neck. Click-click, Salvador’s thumb raced over the lighter’s flint.
Click-click.

A small flame ignited. It’s warmth, so very different from the rest of Wraith’s home.
“So,” Salvador said. His gaze finally switching away from the flame towards the shifter. “Have you ever considered cleaning the place?” Salvador’s nose slightly wrinkled as his gaze now darted around the room. “Like mopping the floor. Window cleaning,” he said. His voice trailed off as his gaze still drifted around. “Or moving out.” The flame died as Salvador’s thumb eased. “A clean dorm equals a happy mind,” he said. “Believe me.” 

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Salvador right now

        Maribelle didn't know much about trains. Sitting on the rooftops with Salvador, overlooking a railroad going through near the outskirts of Drakenburg, she watched as a train -- which she felt lasted forever -- thundered through the field. Once it passed and all was quiet again, she hesitated to say much at all. Salvador seemed engrossed, maybe a little more than her as interesting as she thought it to be. She started the conversation off by procuring a little container from her bag, and then offering it to him. Inside were chocolate chip and blueberry muffins.

       "Why do you like trains so much, Wapenburg?" asked Maribelle. Whether or not Salvador took his pick of the muffins, she pulled the container back to herself and grabbed a chocolate chip one. "I feel like most of the time when we're up here, it's so you can spot them. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it... but..." Of course there wasn't. Trains were just fascinating. They were loud -- for that she wouldn't appreciate them running near Laojin -- but the way they were built, their purpose...

       "..Do you have a favorite train that's run through here? Or that you've seen in the magazines or papers? ..What if you could make your own train? What would it be like?"

not me taking 50 years i got lazy