You won against the above OC in a battle!

Posted 6 years, 2 months ago (Edited 5 years, 4 months ago) by raihan

Hello! I decided to break my old Battle the OC above you thread and put it to shreds, so I'll pretty much spam the Forum Games with this.

How to play this game? It's simple; imagine a scenario where the your OC wins against the one above.

I only have a few rules though!

Post every 3 people!
DO NOT GIVE GENERIC REPLIES! By generic, I mean "hah I won u loser u suck" If making a response it should at least correspond to the bits of the character! You can either go "You prideful twat, this is why your mother abandoned you. Even the bees will hesitate to sting you because you're that pathetic."
No one-liners! Three sentences are the minimum to enter this thread!
DO NOT POST CHARACTERS THAT CANNOT BE SEEN BY ALL LOGGED IN USERS IN TH.

That's all! Thank you!

Alena LuluToro

The feline stared at Mary, ready to fight. But it isn't a violent fight, instead it's a game, game of cards. Alena got out some Uno cards, slamming them in the table, giving off a smirk. "I bet you can't win several rounds! I've played this game before!" Alena laughed at Mary, the cat grabbed some blue colored cards and she shuffled them until there was a match. Mary was bewildered, and Alena knew that she outsmarted the Mary Sue. Both Mary and the cat played Uno for several hours, which were very intense in nature. There was a final card, and Alena yelled, "Uno!" which was confusing to Mary, the game still seemed complex to her, and Alena figured the ways of the rules. The last minute was approaching, and the cat hybrid grabbed the final matching card, so she basically won. Alena jumped in joy, she made several jump pauses to stare at Mary. "See? I told you I'm good at Uno! You thought that I was actually going to hurt you!" Alena offered a handshake to Mary.

FOR NP: You can overpower Alena, she is somewhat lightweight but can still fight you. From feisty bites to aggressive cat scratches, Alena can offer you those. Also, Alena can (in a fighting manner) pounce on you but can't break your bones.

Brown (Human) kafkaesque

Brown may have been covered with scratches as a result of the "fight," but it didn't matter. She had won. That was all that needed to happen. as the aristocrat carefully hoisted the feline into the air and gave her a small pout.

"You didn't have to squirm so much when I was trying to pick you up, snookums," the aristocrat remarked with a raised brow, "All I was just trying to do was wash that dye off your fur, mm?" Bitch? Imagine living in a region full of dragons and animals with magical powers, yet a sparkle cat was enough to make your mind implode. Imagine being Brown. "It should come off in time, but this is just to speed up the process. You really should not stay outside, at least for a bit, if those lowlifes are going to treat you that way, mm?" Siiiiigh.

She then made quick kissing noises at the cat as she then shifted her arms so that the feline-rhino hybrid was cradled in them. Did Brown even consider the fact that there was a very real possibility that she could get her ass kicked with that horn? Probably not. Did she care one bit? No. Tragically.

Apparently, Brown was a simple individual. Expose her to cats, and her poor heart would simply implode... From sheer joy. Perhaps her sheer desire to be the ultimate cat whisperer was what helped her win in the end, but- Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Still pouting a bit, the aristocrat considered holding the cat out as she sighed, "But first, I have to clean up a bit, mm? You sure put up a fight for someone so small, sugarplum," with a slow flutter of her lashes. "Or light, if weight happens to be an issue," sniffed Brown, who frankly couldn't say shit about the matter because of how rugged she admittedly appeared. With her biceps tensing slightly underneath her (somewhat marred) coat, Brown then hummed to herself, "Ah well. That just means that you won't struggle as much when I try to give you that bubble bath later on." She paused to offer the feline even more kissing noises, though she didn't dare actually peck the cat's head lest she get her nose stabbed with the horn.

"Isn't that right, dearie?" she cooed with a surprisingly gentle trill, "I know it sounds cruel, but I made sure that the formula is safe for cats, okay? And then I can get that dye off of you, before offering you something good to eat. Wouldn't that be sublime, snookums?" She giggled before adjusting the feline's weight once more, then casually strolling off with her prize.

Hell, everything considered... Brown could've just gotten away with looking like a mess - as well as the foyer and a portion of a hallway looking like a total fucking mess. Cats were cats. Hopefully she got cat-scratch disease as a direct result of her hubris.

@ NP: characterization notes are under a spoiler box for the sake of post brevity!! you also don't have to adhere to these 100% if you don't want to; they're just there for reference tbh refsdrgftdfgd.

for a middle-aged woman, Brown is surprisingly buff!! that doesn't mean she's invincible by any means, though; she can still be overpowered if your character happens to be much stronger than her, has magic powers, or manages to weasel their way into distracting or flustering her. (though as a quick disclaimer, the latter only really works with characters she already trusts. flirting with her if she doesn't like your character will result in a guaranteed ass whooping.)

as for non-violent options, she has a penchant for gardening, hunting fossils, and cooking..... especially hunting fossils. expect her to be a rather sore loser when it comes to hunting fossils, as she's rather competitive and takes maaaaajor pride in the skill. alternatively, Brown can perish in a drinking contest, or some shit like that. it's what she fucking deserves if I'm gonna be honest. as said in the bolded text, you're free to get creative. kick her ass. please.

maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!

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Johnson (Human) kafkaesque

This was probably the worst outcome that could've panned out.

Johnson found himself staring at the chessboard - cleaned relatively evenly of his opponent's pieces - before looking up at the girl and remarking coolly, "So... What were you going to say about myself again? That you wanted to try some..." His lips pursed themselves into a slight pout - and potentially for good reason. The next few words he uttered made him wince as he forced them out: "... Some sort of 'roleplay' involving cats... And girls? Catgirls? I question why you'd make that a wager in the first place, considering how ridiculous such a premise is." Ugh.

"Either way," the middle-aged man sighed ever so melodramatically while leaning back in his seat, "I'm surprised that you're not... Exactly letting out a lot of fighting words now... Are you?" He paused, almost shuddering at their... Last little encounter. Johnson supposed that it was Brown's doing then, and he was convinced that it was definitely the case now.

After a few more seconds of lounging about, Johnson straightened his position before grunting, "But then again, you surprised me... At least in..." He trailed off, resulting in the aristocrat having his jaws hang open as he just... Stared. Awkward.

But perhaps he, for once, genuinely wanted to be polite. The obvious hung in the air, and maybe it didn't need to be uttered. There's something not right with her. She seems... Quieter than usual. Johnson's lips drew back slightly, though the exact emotion that the stock aristocrat was trying to convey remained moot and unreadable. Brown told me that she was a blast when intoxicated yesterday. The hell is wrong with her now? Did something happen?

Yea... Better to leave that unsaid. Johnson seemed to fail to notice that not only did the lass's demeanor change, but also her appearance. His eye seemed drawn to the almost eldritch shadow that masked half of her face, or- Huh. Maybe he did notice, but he was being too "polite" to actually remark upon it. Emphasis on the quotes.

"Then again, though," Johnson remarked with a slight scoff as he slowly reached out for the board and prepared to close it, "chess isn't exactly one of those pastimes where you can just get away with punching everyone you win against- Or lose against, for that matter." He chuckled coldly before shaking his head and moving the board to himself so that he could close it more cleanly. "... Besides, there's no use this time. I'm not going to 'roleplay' as cats with you. That's childish. I don't mind spending time with you, of course, but... You need to focus on tasks that are more proper for young women now... Yes?" Then again, why the hell was Johnson taking so long to dispose of the board? Hmmm...

@ NP: Johnson is... surprisingly easy to beat in a physical fight. it's what he deserves. alas, if you find that anticlimactic and want more of an even fight, feel free to make the battle more figurative (chess, political manipulation, etc.), or include his Pokémon team! feel free to get creative with your response btw; I'd love to see what you come up with. owo

maybe I'll also ado a follow-up for NP if I have the time??

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Rahasia deiulamb

Rahasia slashed her elbow across Emlyn's cheek, but the naekiin's face betrays that pain has made her more feral. So, the fey duchess torqued a left cross into the girl's nose.

"Two wounds in just two blows, grimalkin," Rahasia said. "Injuring you serves no purpose and I need to advance. Please. Stand down, and step aside."

Emlyn was beyond listening to kindly suggestions of surrender. Instead, she crouched for a moment, giving Rahasia enough pause to back off. Emlyn dove toward Rahasia, plunging her claws into the fey's belly and slashing with the snap of a wrist. Rahasia clutched her lacerated stomach, a modest amount of blood seeping out.

"Good shot, girl," Rahasia said. She recomposed herself back into her muay thai stance, still bleeding out but seemingly unperturbed. "But we're out of time now."

Rahasia hopped, launching her knee at Emlyn's chin. It was a textbook knockout, with consciousness slipping away from the naekiin as she slammed to the floor. Rahasia saw Emlyn's notebook and pen topple out of her. She quickly scribbled "sorry" in it and walked away.

"I hope you recover soon," Rahasia said. She wrapped her bandages across her clawed stomach and moved on, worse for wear but mobile. "But remember your place next time."

NP: Rahasia is a self-serious fey of minor nobility making big moves outside of home and beating people up along the way. She's kind of old timey languagewise and she uses muay thai for reasons. She's also pragmatic and not afraid to fight dirty and quickly. However, raw power can win the day against her.

Animal LuluToro

Spoilered for brief mentions of blood???

"You really put up a fight for a man, my lady." Animal said as he stood tall at the defeated Rahasia. She threw some kicks and punches here and there, but Animal still beat her. The wolf had a bloody nose and bruises on his fur, but overall, pretty in a good condition. "I take that back, I'm sorry. Although you really know your martial arts, did you had some sort of training?" He knelt next to the fey, gently patting her in the head. Was he teasing her? Maybe or maybe not. The dude always picks on people below his size. Animal got out a paper napkin and wiped the blood off her injures, still avoiding the sore blows he made that resulted in her defeat. "Hey, I was thinking.. Maybe we can have a game of chess together? I was always the champion in high school." Oh boy, he's now bragging about his chess skills. Will this result in another victory over the fey? Perhaps. "Didn't mean to brag, it was one of my accomplishments of my lifetime." Animal coughed in his elbow, dusting off the dirt on his black leather jacket.

NP: Animal can pick a fight on you. If your character is overly buff or overpowered, he can't handle that. Despite his bites and clawing, sometimes it doesn't help. If you want, you can choose a non violent battle, like a game of chess or something. I prefer the violent battle, because he deserves to get beat up.

Roswell van Breek fizzelston

Roswell's hand eased and lose his grip around his whisky glass. His grin was sluggish. Booze on his breath.
"Yer can't even keep up with an ol' paddy loike me?" He asked him tauntingly. Roswell flashed his teeth. Then finished his whisky. He lifted his hand, wiggled his 3 fingers. Calling the bartender over for the next shot. And another.

"Yer see," he said. Roswell planted his elbow on the bar and leaned his head in his hand. The thief started sheepishly at Animal. "De secret is dat yer don't breath through yer nose when yer take a swing," he said. Roswell picked up his glass, lifted it up towards Animal before swinging it. "Yer only breath after!" to swell rubbed his lips clean with the end of his sleeve. Then laughed. He studied his competitor. "Had a tough breakup furball?" He asked. Seemingly out of nowhere. His tongue slippery and his words dull.
"Figures," he said. Roswell snickered. "Roosters (unmarried man) always drift towards roosters," Roswell continued. He put down his glass.
"Whisky are loike relationships," the drunk thief announced. "Yer get a better grip on dem, de older yer get. Wisdom comes with age kid," Roswell said. As he snatched the other party's drink. "Wisdom 'nd wits," Roswell said. As he took a swing of his stolen drink.

Are yer winnin' son? (God I missed writing them together so much 😭❣)

"It's called Treinen-volgers," Roswell said as he set down on his couch. "Train-chasers."
His hair smelled like rain and camel, fresh mud caked his riding boots and the sun had left it's marks on the old man's face. He smiled. Then plucked a small set of cards out of his inner pocket. They were playing cards, similar to ours. But there were no queens nor jacks. The king card was named Emperor and the other 'humans' were replaced with: 'Death' (instead of queen) and sword (instead of jacks). Roswell shuffled the cards lightly as he stretched his back.
"Oive been thinkin'," he said. As he started to divide two small stacks of cards. "When oi was with Gustav outside," he added in passing. "Mebbe I should teach yer how to roide a camel one day. Who knows, mebbe were gonna need it," he said. Roswell finally stopped shuffling and passing the cards. "Oi mean oi surely trust ye with him. Gustav doesn't trust yer roi now but we can work on dat." Then leaned forward.
"Roi," he said. Roswell used an unlit cigarette as pointers in quickly explaining the game with cards he picked from his stack. Leaned back once more and played a game with open cards so Wraith could follow along.
When Roswell determined that Wrait was ready, he took back the cards and shuffle again.

Roswell had a carefree smile on his face as he shoved Wraith his cards. Then eyed his own. A decent hand for a decent first game. Besides Roswell snorted. 'ow hard could it be? Very hard it turns out.
"Joker-card?" Roswell lies through his teeth and smile while his fingers had curled around the edges of such a card. "Oh I would never." Roswell eased his fingers and shines the card back into his sleeve. Where he kept it. Always. But even the Joker card couldn't have him right now. Wraith beated him in his own game.
Roswell stared at him with raised brows. He bit the end of his unlit cigar. Shook his head.
"Beginner's luck," Roswell huffed. As he took back the cards and shuffled them again. "Roi? Yer we're just bein' lucky." It was a good thing they hadn't bet. Or otherwise, Roswell would be a poor man.

Wraith Stormheart SpiritdragonRyuu

(First time I've ever had to write a card game, I suppose you could say it was a battle of whose poker face was the best haha xD)

Wraith looked over the cards in his hands, his brain trying to determine what his next move would be. Once he settled on a strategy, he reached over and hovered his hand over one of Roswell's cards, observing the older man with a piercing gaze, watching for any sort of reaction, even if it was just a twitch. After seeing a briefest twitch of Roswell's eye, the shifter selected that card and added it to his hand. He matched up the new pair and placed them down in the pile in the middle. When the old thief had approached him with a deck of cards, the scarred man was confused, he didn't any any form of games, let alone ones to do with cards....but he still agreed, part of his curious about what the rules were and how the game itself worked.

So after some explaining, Wraith was introduced to the card game similar to old maid. a simple card game for a beginner like him. However it became quickly apparent that Roswell hadn't realized just how good Wraith was at seeing through other peoples bluffs, as well as finding the slightest reaction in even the most stoic poker face. The shifters poker face however, was pretty indestructible unless he wanted the other person to see a reaction; which caused the old thief to pick a card that he thought the shifter was nervous about.

When the turned circled back to Wraith, he reached his hand out once more and gave a smirk at the thief. "Don't even think about trying to sneak that joker card into my hand instead." He said before pulling the card he needed to win the game. He threw down his last remaining pair onto the table and sat back, the smirk still plastered on his face; he couldn't help but find Roswell reaction to losing amusing. But even without that reaction, Wraith had to admit, playing a game with someone......it was....dare he say......fun, relaxing almost. He gave a shake of his head, pushing the thought aside, now was not the time to dwell on it....especially since he saw Roswell get up to retrieve his favourite weapon.......the cinnamon perfume.

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Can't think of Ping Pong without thinking of this xD

Follow Up :

Wraith entered the nightclub and winced immediately at the sound and smells inside, he honestly couldn't understand why people enjoyed things like this, regardless, he needed information and a place full of drunken folks with loose lips was a pretty good way to start. He went about his rounds, ordering drinks for a few people to get in their favour, and did his usual discrete questioning, managing to get a good amount of information from people who were familiar with his most recent targeting. Eventually after an hour or so, the smell and noise was getting to the scarred man, he could feel himself going dizzy and nauseous, so he went to a side room which was away from the bustling bar. As he walked into this other room, he looked up and locked eyes with a familiar face.

He watched as the other approached and pulled him into a enthusiastic hug. Wraith returned the gesture, burying his face in the celestials hair, thankful that his companions usual scent of roses and greenery gave a temporary relief from the smell of alcohol and sweat that he had to endure in the other room. His ears twitched as Caelestis began to speak. "I can spare some time yeah." He said pulling away from the hug as well. He involuntarily flinched when the celestial raised his hand up, but he soon relaxed when he felt the other run a hand through his hair, the shifter feeling himself leaning into the touch ever so slightly, eyes still locked on his companion. "I'm glad to see you too."

The scarred man blinked when Caelestis grabbed his hand. "I.....I've never even heard of......ping pong." He replied as he was led to the table. "......why is it called ping pong? What a dumb name...." He mumbled under his breath. He observed the table in front of him, listening to the celestial explain the rules, it seemed simple enough. Soon enough the pair of them had a short practice round, mainly just so Wraith could understand the game better and to make sure that the shifter didn't accidentally send the ball into someone's drink who was sitting down on the far side of the room, which happened at least once. Pretty good aim by the shifter, it was good job that the person who got a ping pong ball in their drink found it funny.

Eventually they started an actual game, luckily for the shifter he got the hang of it pretty quickly. The ball went back and forth and the scores of wither side rose and overtook the other, only for the other to make a come back and become the new leader in the game. The game itself was intense and had a competitive like nature to it, even though the pair of them were just doing this for fun; it certainly had caught the attention of a few people who were now watching the whole thing from the safety of their seats. After a while Caelestis finished the game by making a shot which landed and bounced quickly into Wraith's blind spot. The small crowd who were watching cheered at the celestials victory; Wraith didn't pay too much attention to them and instead focused on his companion who had ran up and hugged him.

Giving a small smile, he hugged him back. listening to the other complimenting him. He gave a low hum in response. "Well I had a pretty good teacher." He replied, tightening his hold for a few seconds before letting go. He listened quietly before giving a small smile. "I'm up for another round if you are." He replied.

Caelestis Solaestial

^ JKSDSHKGS ok that's amazing

(spoilered for length haha)

Stumbling across Wraith in places Caelestis wouldn't expect to find him seemed to be becoming enough of a trend that it was no longer truly unexpected at all. It was one of these occasions, in an out-of-the-way room of a nightclub, that the celestial had found himself caught up in a few casual games of ping pong. An unusual thing to find in a place like this, and a fairly superficial thrill, but it was fun. Only, after the fifth loss in a row, his opponent was finally too disheartened to continue, and left to mingle elsewhere. Disappointed, Caelestis remained at the table, paddle still in hand, and a pouty frown having made its way onto his face. Even when leaving the room to peer about, there weren't many others around away from the dance floor, and minding their business as they were, it seemed like it could be difficult to rope any of them into it. At this hopeless moment, as his eyes roamed the building aimlessly, they happened to land on the entrance just as Wraith slipped quietly inside. Coincidentally. So wonderfully conveniently, and the other's eyes quickly met his own.

Caelestis finally set down the paddle, and hurried over to the shifter for an especially enthusiastic, almost ecstatic hug. "Wraith," he called out in a breathless whisper, "you aren't too busy, are you? Can you… spare a bit of time, perhaps?" He found no reason to even question why Wraith might be here, for it seemed to only ever be the usual sorts of targets that would bring him to these types of places. Reluctantly pulling away with a warm smile, "Sorry, I'm just so glad to see you." A hand reached up to briefly run through Wraith's hair, passing along his forehead and behind his ear. Staring fondly into his eyes, Caelestis very nearly forgot about the ping pong table that had motivated his initial enthusiasm entirely.

Right. He finally broke away—somehow or another—and turned his head back around to the general direction of the table. Lonely and abandoned. Caelestis turned back to Wraith and grabbed his hand. "Say, have you ever played ping pong?" Unsurprisingly at this point, the answer was a no. Not discouraged in the slightest, however, he pulled the shifter over eagerly. One incredibly fortunate thing about all this, was that the rules were far more straightforward than pool at least, and before long, it seemed Wraith understood the gist of it. On the surface, it seemed it would perhaps be a bit unfair to drag in someone completely unfamiliar with the game, but somehow, Caelestis had a good feeling even so. It was a game that relied largely on speed and dexterity, after all. Quick reflexes and light feet.

After a few practice hits back and forth, it seemed about time to try beginning an actual game. As he'd expected, Wraith took to it quickly, and even several minutes later, the first match didn't seem close to finishing. The strokes grew faster and harder, the movements larger yet the scores remaining closely tied, until it felt less so like a game at all. Intense, even, and despite not being someone driven by a desire to win, Caelestis found himself wholeheartedly giving it his all. Whether or not Wraith enjoyed the game itself, it did appear to be something that his pre-existing skills showed through in.

In the end, perhaps it was only due to the other not having the chance to grow as accustomed to the game—not having the movements and rules as instinctively committed to memory—that Caelestis finally scored enough points ahead to win the match. Breathing heavily from the exhaustion, he smiled brightly as he ran over to Wraith for yet another hug. "You're incredible!" He exclaimed joyfully. A pause to regain a bit more breath, and he eventually parted from the shifter. "Would you fancy another match or two, or…" He recalled why exactly it was that Wraith would be here. Not exactly to simply dilly dally all night, most likely. "Shall I instead return to the dance floor for now?" Either way, he did hope it wouldn't be the last he would see of Wraith for the night, though.

(yeah so not much of the actual 'battle' though lol, since unsurprisingly, turns out it's hard writing about something i've never actually played and i really had to go to bed, whoops)

for np: with physical combat, caelestis is extremely good at dodging hits, but not so resilient with actually taking them, and can pretty easily be knocked down, etc if so. in general though, anything relying purely or primarily on strength is gonna be a very easy win for most opponents, and while he can put on a good poker face when needed, his luck isn't so great, so anything relying on that a lot also probably won't go well for him either. also nearly any video games, definitely lol (consider him like elderly person who's barely touched any modern technology in that context). he's not especially likely to back down on a challenge even if he knows he's not going to win, and tends to enjoy stuff regardless, so don't be afraid to just go wild with it

LostPocong 🥺🥺🥺 that was so perfect i'm??? I LOVE IT AAAAAAA

Of all things, Caelestis didn't quite expect this situation. Holding the controller, he… knew what it was. That was about as far as that went, though. "Not really, no," he replied, curious, but already knowingly accepting his fate. Fighting games… If only he'd played any of these sorts of games, at that. Or rather, he surely had at some point or another, in a similar situation to this, but never would it be frequently enough the case for him to recall regardless. He nodded along with Zoey's explanation, because yes, it was straightforward in theory, wasn't it? In theory.

As Caelestis pressed down on the various buttons absentmindedly, attempting with naught to familiarize himself with it, but largely just enjoying the feeling of the response, Zoey had already moved on to the character selection screen. He furrowed his eyebrows somewhat poutingly. Why couldn't he just pick the one that looked the best? In the end, he was left with the werewolf, and it was a bit amusing how peculiar of a choice it felt for someone like him. But Zoey had already taken the vampire character, after all. Considering her own very evident vampirism though, it wasn't all too surprising of a preference.

Needless to say, perhaps, the celestial's pitiful werewolf was absolutely destroyed within seconds. Obliterated. He couldn't help chuckling at the predictable result. Whether Zoey was just that good at the game, or he was truly just that bad—or perhaps both being the case—it was quite the sight, certainly. Truly, a whole another world, wasn't it? He would never understand. Caelestis looked over to the vampire at her teasing comment, raising an eyebrow amusedly. "Oh, do go ahead," he replied, somewhat playing along with the joke, but also ready to take it seriously if so. In the worst case scenario, he would simply need to find some for himself afterwards to make up for it. The mood lightened, however, and he smiled at the jest. "Scotch will do, then."

The topic shifted back to that of the game, and he could only chuckle in defeat. "Ah… Remind me what exactly it is, though...?"

Zinkyzor

⚠️blood/violence warning ⚠️ Moriarty hit cealestis with his bloody guitar " will ya get up already?? You wanna fight ...." Moriarty struck again " you will get one!! " Moriarty was very unhinged and when challenged he wasn't about to let down " get. Up. Already!!! Aha!! " Moriarty struck in-between words. Moriarty finally let up, cealestis was disheveled and broken on the ground " I am a winner!!! Ahahaha!! Looks like your high status won't save you now..." Moriarty was covered in blood and dropped his guitar and walked away snickering

Np- be creative. That's all.

Zoey Williams (SB) LostPocong

What a lovely evening, there was good music, food, booze, and even some violence; Everything a young vampire could expect from her night out. “Aw, what’s wrong?” Zoey said, standing over her defeated opponent, “You had enough already?” Giggling, she added, “That should teach you to pick a fight with vam- I mean, a goth. You better think twice next time, or you could get hurt.” After a moment, she stopped laughing and sincerely asked, “You’re okay though, right?”

Looking at the guitar Moriarty had attacked her with, she said, “Seriously though, you need to chill. You almost broke this thing.” She picked up the guitar from the ground at tried playing something. The first couple of notes sounded alright, but then she messed up. “I should have paid more attention in music class…” she said, before turning to Moriarty again, “but you can play, right?”

Zoey held out her hand towards Moriarty, saying, “You must be pretty angry at me, right? Why don’t you sing about it? I bet you could come up with some great music right now!”

solaestial

I hope you don’t mind me writing something for you as well <3<3

“Alright you celestial bastard, you’re going down!” Zoey said, with playful confidence, before… throwing Caelestis a wireless controller. She pushed her laptop to the side, so that the celestial could get a good view of the screen as well, before launching the game she had pirated the day before. “Have you played fighting games before?” the vampire asked, before giving a brief explanation, “It’s simple really, you push button, hit your opponent, me, and try not to get hit by them… In the game I mean, you don’t have to literally punch me, lol.” When the game finished loading, Zoey immediately located her favorite character, Nosferatu, and picked them before her opponent could even think about it. “Just pick any of these characters, I haven’t played this version before, so I don’t know which of them are good… Why don’t you take the werewolf?”

The game had barely begun before it was clear who would win, as the young woman managed to trap her older opponent in an infinite combo. “Gee you suck at this,” Zoey said, “Guess that means you owe me a drink… and you know what vampire’s drink, right? I hope you don’t mind losing some blood…” She tried to look intimidating for a moment, with limited success, before she started laughing. “I’m kidding, I have plenty of blood,” she said, pulling a bloodpack out from her backpack and taking a sip, “But I wouldn’t say no to some scotch.”

“Anyway, you wanna play some coop?”

NP:

In a physical fight, Zoey is very strong, and fast too! Garlic and sunlight are bad for her, but they won’t kill her outright, silver on the other hand can be very dangerous, depending on the injury inflicted with it. She also lacks experience, so she may lose to someone who’s really good at fighting.

For non-violent options, she’s actually fairly smart (even if she doesn’t always act like it) and a little talented. She’s bad at cooking, cleaning… housework in general. And gardening too. She’s also loud and conspicuous, anything that involves being sneaky is not for her.

But don’t let any of this stop you from doing something cool.

Lying on her back, Zoey stared up at the moon for a moment, before replying, “Told you I was! But really, I’m impressed!” Taking his hand, she stood up before continuing, “I knew you’d be strong, but I didn’t expect you’d be able to beat up someone like me!” She dusted herself of before assuring Set, “Oh, don’t worry!” Forgetting to hide her fangs, she showed him a wide grin and said, “I’m tougher then I look!”

“Hey, are you making fun of me?” the vampire asked with an exaggerated pout, “You may be a better fighter, but I’ll definitely win in any drinking match!” She maintained her expression for a moment before starting to laugh.

Set confusedthing

"My, you're rather strong, aren't you?" Set asked, laughing lightly while holding a hand out to help Zoey up again. "...and a lot faster than I expected." the man admitted - he even was a bit out of breath. It did lead him to believe Zoey was not entirely human, but maybe she was just extraordinarily fast. He probably won because the young woman missed the years of experience he had, but comparing to someone who learned to fight sooner than to walk was kind of unfair, wasn't it?
Anyhow, it definitely had been a fun fight! After he had helped the vampire up he quickly looked her up and down. "You're not hurt, are you?" There was not really a reason why she would be since there were no actual weapons involved, but it was polite to ask anyway.
Set lazily stretched himself while looking out of the window. It was the middle of the night by now... oh well. "How would you feel about a drink?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere, then added with a teasing grin: "I'm sure they have juice as well."

(Sorry it's a bit short ;v; )

(NP: Fighting is pretty much Set's job and something he actually likes to do so he is hard to beat. His strengths lie in agility, speed and close combat, he is ofc physically weaker than someone with a significantly bulkier build but can usually make up for it. Bar fights might be a fun thing though, Idk. If it's non-physical he is easier to beat; while he is good at bar games like darts or pool he's really bad at anything that requires patience and will just go for dumb fun stuff. He'd be the friend who would die in an online game because he decided to try out if that giant dragon can actually one-hit you. Also he would probably not decline any challenge. ...just go ham really, anything's good.)

"Hmmm?" the mercenary hummed, a bit confused by Sergey's demeanor. "It's all good, really." Set chuckled. While he did love a challenge he was actually a good sport, not caring too much if he lost. Especially if it was pool and not a serious fight. He leaned on his cue and took a sip of his own drink, listening to the other man talking.
"Are they now? Interesting..." for a moment he seriously thought about lifting each individual cue ball to test Sergey's theory but decided against it because he was a bit drunk and honestly too lazy to care. It was a fun game, nothing more, right? Well, surely there were people who would have disagreed but he did not care about them.

"Nah, you were good! Stop putting yourself down." Set grinned, gently patting him on the shoulder, before he laughed at Sergey's remark. "Yeah, I should probably learn the game at some point, shouldn't I?" while he did understand the basics he was not really that well versed with the techniques that apparently went into it; it was a game he mostly played when he was drunk anyway. Made it a bit more fun or something like that... "Oh, hey, I'm not gonna do anything!" he assured. "But if you could teach me something, consider me your willing student." Set chuckled. He did not have anything better to do, especially not in this state. Speaking of- "Care for another drink?"

Sergey (Human) kafkaesque

"Oh, I-" Sergey started with a sheepish grin before backing away and lifting his hands up, "I... I didn't mean for that to happen. I really... Do apologize for that inconvenience, sir." His grin, clearly seething with self-consciousness, twitched slightly while he scanned the mercenary's expression. The middle-aged man clearly had to consider the fact that neither person had pool at the forefront of their minds, especially when said pool ended up involving alcohol. Speaking of which...

Sergey haphazardly reached for his glass of wine before (accidentally) lifting up his cue stick and continuing to simper, "I'm not exactly a physicist myself. I was, uh, trying to make this fair. Though..." He paused for a moment, then carefully stepped towards the other man. His feet felt light, and his head started to spin... But Sergey tried not to think about it too much, if only for his own sake. There was supposed to be a whole tray of bacon-wrapped asparagus stalks later on! He couldn't lose his appetite over a pool match that didn't go over as planned!

"... I heard," he whispered carefully in addition, "that the cue balls around here are filled with weights at times. It makes them harder to move, even if you put in all your strength into the cue stick..." Sergey's eye contact broke off as he glanced at one of the other patrons in the salon. If his trembling wasn't already noticeable, it sure as hell intensified by now, for he (accidentally) lifted up the cue stick once more and kept up his sheepish visage.

"Just to let you know, of course. I'm not even that good at pool myself. I juuuust... Uhhh... Had to figure that out. In time..." Great.

His voice started to slur slightly thanks to the wine he had already consumed, and yet the older blond remained as carefree and casual as ever. Good for him! There was just the problem that even in a salon or contest hall, there was always the risk of violence. He should've been aware of that. Humming to himself under his breath, Sergey placed the cue stick onto the ground with a clack, then leaned onto it with one hand. The wine glass, meanwhile, remained in Sergey's other hand while he scanned the mercenary and fluttered his lashes at him.

Such elegance, however, was briefly interrupted by a cough, which was then followed by a hasty remark: "Maybe you can be good at pool if you take the time to, uh... Learn the game! Yea, learn the game!" Contrary to the meek demeanor he had exhibited earlier, Sergey now laughed loudly at his own words, as he (finally) lifted up the wine glass in a mock toast.

"It's going to be worth it, really," he attempted to reassure the other man by quipping, "Just don't, uh, kick my bahookie! Please! I think we can keep playing pool, but I can teach you the mechanics as well! How about that? Yes? No? Maybe?" Sergey lowered the wine glass by an inch. "Only if you have the time, of course! I hate to be interrupting the affairs of a busy man anyhow! Huh!"

@ NP: Sergey is perhaps the scrawniest bitch out there. winning against him in a fight would be easy. almost... too easy, really. he only really has his flexibility to help him in the event that a physical fight goes down, but he can only keep dodging attacks for so long.

as for nonviolent options, Sergey is a performer with a passion for music, so anything in that realm is essentially fair game! he also drinks every so often but isn't reeeaaaaally a heavyweight by any means, so feel free to knock him out with the booze as well. or get creative, really; I'd love to see what you come up with for your response! ^^

maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??