Threaten the above OC using an item/weapon!

Posted 6 years, 1 month ago by raihan

...from generator linked in this thread. Title's too long.

What kind of weapon though? Let's make this item generator choose! ALWAYS SET THE QUANTITY TO ONE!

The rules of this thread are very simple! It carries the rules of my previous threads!

Unless 24 hours have passed, you can only post every after 3 posts.
Please have at least 3 sentences in your reply. Although this is a crack roleplay thread, please be literate and legible with your replies.
No one wants a generic reply. Rather than casually attacking the above OC, at least read a bit of their bio. Maybe checking out what their abilities are? Getting to know their personality? That's okay, as long as your replies would at least have to do something with what the above OC is.
Your post must include the item generated in the generator. You are free to generate another item if the item you got did not work well for good ideas.
Claim a post when you have a rad idea for a reply.
Please make your bio readable to logged in users, at least. If you were to post a locked/auth-only character, you will be skipped without your notice.
Although we'll be slightly violent in this thread, please refrain from actually goring the above character.
Rules can be changed anytime. If you do not want how this thread is currently running, please contact me at my main, @/wanco-alien!
Have fun!

How to Play

Carlotta posts
Damien: *gets mop from the generator* "Begone, you crazy, old woman. I swear, this will clean you and the disastrous mistakes you've done." Damien wipes Carlotta's face with a mop.
Cornelius: *gets chalk from the generator* "Hey, that's too rude. All she did was try to regain the peace of the city. Here's how horrible you are as a figure to teach people. You're not helping." Netto doodles on Damien's face.
and so on...

Summer salternate

Summer stared at Gregory, blinking slowly at him and smiling. Her beady eyes seemed to reflect what little light was in the room. She toddled over to the human and chuffed,

"I'm playing hide and seek, so be very quiet, okay? Hide me." Summer grinned upon wrapping her arms around his legs.

"I'm a really good hider. My friends won't expect to find me here. Do you agree, or is this a bit too obvious?" Summer stared at the floor upon asking her question. She stepped off the human's feet and glanced around. Then, something caught her eye: the television that was stationed at the opposite side of the room. She abruptly waddled over to it, staring in awe at the vivid images that were displaying. With the occasional excited yipping she made, Summer announced,

"This is the perfect spot! How do I get in it?" After glancing back at the human, she turned back and began barking at the television. She has not seen a television before, and did not know how it worked.

"Awh, I want to hide in ittttt. You know what? Watch me! I can do it! I want to do it!" After shifting in her spot, she prepared to charge at the television.

_{tldr: Summer threatens a television instead of a boi}

Brown (The Wolf) kafkaesque

Brown had been cleaning the pedestals used to support her fossils when she heard a loud knock against her door.

"Shit," she spat under her breath before taking one wistful look at the column she had just been cleaning, the one meant for one of her most prized fossils: a polished piece of reddish amber that she had to haggle (not threaten, surprisingly) a shopkeeper for literal months before they even considered relenting the property to her. Now, she reckoned it'd be a huge shame if her piece of amber, which she affectionately dubbed as her "little globule of solidified blood," was neglected in any way... But it was either that, or being annoyed by that knocking, so she might as well leave it alone for just a moment...

Hopefully it wouldn't break while she was gone. That'd make her really pissed, way more pissed than she already was!

The woman sauntered over to the door and opened it, only to reveal... A puppy? The hell is this!? Brown squinted for a second before realizing that this was the same canine that she had seen on the beach a while ago. And it seemed that time didn't fucking change a single thing about her. She was still perpetually sunny, still pretty curious even for a child. The woman watched as the canine looked around the front yard like she was lost, and for whatever reason, it pissed her off just a tiny bit more than it normally would've.

"Listen, kid," the middle-aged aristocrat growled after a period of silence, "I know I was a bit nice to you last time, but that was because we were in a public place. This time, however, I won't be as courteous." Her fingers clenching tightly around the sponge, she stooped down to meet the puppy at eye-level before jabbing a finger at her nose. Her mouth bared teeth as she started to squeeze the sponge even more. "You're on my fucking property, and on my house, I make the rules."

"That includes... No. Fucking. Trespassing. Especially when I am busy." There wasn't even a sign indicating that she was? Okay then! Brown really was looking for an excuse to act aggressively, huh.

She stood herself back to her normal height before snarling, "You better scram at this very moment, or I will stuff this sponge down your little gullet." She now held up the cleaning utensil in her hand, the poor sponge being squeezed so tightly that her fingers actually dug into it and were likely to leave permanent indentations on it. "Or maybe... If I am feeling a little sweet, I could just try rubbing your little paws with it until all that dirt and grime is gone from them." Um. "Make them hurt a bit," she continued with an ominous grin, "All red and sore. No blood, but abrasions can hurt too, you know. Just to make sure this little 'trek' of yours was in vain. You wouldn't like that now, little girl? Then fucking leave, before I start flipping the coin in my mind." Brown continued to squeeze the sponge as she watched the other party with a glare. Way to go overboard with a literal child, hon!

At least she had some semblance of a conscience as her glare started to soften after a few seconds, but even then... It didn't seem like Brown was going to back down from her little threat anytime soon.

I'm always down for my characters getting their asses kicked, and Brown's is no exception to the rule! gotta love Kiushhu for calling out a problematic bitch. good for them! unfortunately, Brown is.... an asshole.

here's a follow-up as per always:

Even after somehow intimidating the poor puppy away from her property, Brown was still pretty fucking pissed about having her cleaning time interrupted. Her nostrils flared in the direction that the other party left before looking back inside the house with a snort.

No fucking way I can go back, not when the anger would break my concentration over these fossils. The hand on her sponge loosened its grip for a second as she considered the fact that - well - as much as fossils proved to be something that placated her otherwise volatile temper, the idea of accidentally chipping off a piece or otherwise being a bit too careless with the process made her convinced that there needed to be a better way to blow off some steam until her mind had cleared enough.

And what better way to vent her anger than to terrorize some innocent passerby in the street?

So Brown was off, sponge still in her hand, as she slammed the door shut and walked down to the yard, where she soon left that and went out onto the street. It was a pleasant little time in the afternoon, so the walkways and roads had a decent amount of people, but it wasn't anything too crowded. Brown's eyes glanced around at anyone who may be of interest to her, ignoring the gasps and hushed whispers coming from anyone who realized and recognized her presence. Alas, nobody seemed like a worthy target of her ire, so she went on - and somehow into the path of an uberhero.

The initial stages of their anger had been completely lost to the aristocrat, so caught up in her own issues. She only realized that they were even coming when they rushed at her holding a stop sign in their hands, almost as if they wanted to stab her. Surprisingly enough, the woman just stopped in her tracks and gave them a grin, because either way, this would be a win for her. Death didn't exactly faze her, not when she already had a way to persist past it. And as for them stopping in their tracks - as they did now? That just proved in her eyes that they were a hapless coward, and oh boy, did she love exploiting cowardice.

"Look what the cat brought in," she cooed to the other party with a flutter of her eyes, "I hope that sign wasn't soo much of a hassle for you, dear. Because even if it was easy to carry, I reckon that the city would be pretty pissed over such a valiant but vain effort." Brown craned her neck towards them as she continued to grin and show off her teeth. "Besides. It'll take more than a sign to intimidate me, you know."

She threw her head back in stupendous laughter, even as they implied to her that they had seen what had happened between her and the puppy, and how she shouldn't be cruel to children. Or something along those lines.

Once she had regained enough of her composure, Brown waved the remark off and teased, "You know... It's a little late for that, don't you think? I bet the puppy's off crying somewhere right now, and... As for my own child... Yes, surprisingly enough, I have a daughter... I got away with fixing her a long time ago. I bet she dislikes me as much as you do, but that's her problem. I raised her right. If she wants to worry about what I did to her, that's her fucking burden to bear. As for you... Why not mind your own business, hm? I think you might be underestimating my power here, good fellow."

Kiushhu EggSalt

(I have been laughing over being generated a stop sign for the past like 5 minutes...Kiushhu loses their damn mind.kafkaesque)

Kiushhu was typically a very calm, down to earth hero, willing to listen to reason and be told multiple sides to a story. But upon seeing Brown....Something in them snapped. Their fist clenched, then unclenched, metallic spiked scraping against the palm of the robotic limb. They had heard how the woman had threatened a child, threatening to harm her, choke her with a sponge, cursed at her, screamed...

And something in the typically relaxed uberhero was set ablaze as Brown began crossing the street next to them. Kiushhu grabbed the pole of the stop sign, attempting to relax their enraged mind, squeezing it tighter....tighter...

Crunch.

The warrior found themselves running, holding the part of the pole still containing the sign itself, rushing at the aristocrat a little faster than would be reasonable. Skidding as they caught her attention, the uberhero pointed the sharp edges towards her. Their demeanor was anything but the calm, kindness they typically wanted to show.

"You," They spat harshly, threateningly pointing the makeshift weapon closer, "You are never to treat a child cruelly again. Or there will be deep consequences to be held."

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(omgg poor Kiushhu just 'huh??')

The uberhero tilted their head in confusion. Stealing? They hadn't done such a thing. Not purposefully at least. Cloth?...

"I'm...afraid I don't know what you're talking about my friend," Their voice was sincere, "I just came back from a chat with Robin."

Utter confusion and minor concern reached them as the threat was made, though they kept a calm tone to it as Kiushhu spoke.

"Are...you sure you have the right person?"

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Walker (Human) kafkaesque

Walker wasn't even the type of person to really be threatening others, let alone with objects? She thought of the action as vain and frivolous, though she was guilty of this vice herself a few times. However, each instance was always a bit of a bluff, because there was no way in hell she'd actually realize it.

This was no exception, though this time it was least of all because of her pacifism.

She had invited the man to her house once more, probably to discuss affairs regarding their... Parental figures. There must be a better way to deal with this. Her mother was always a bit of a sensitive subject for her, and she had the feeling that he regarded his father a similar way. There was that feeling of estrangement, of tension; they were there, but they also... Weren't. They could've been walking down anywhere besides the hallway of the house, yet no difference would've been made. My mother is dead, yet this man's father is still alive... How bizarre!

After a period of silence (with the exception of their footsteps), Walker glanced up at the ceiling before piquing, "You know, sir, it is a pleasure having you around here. You are always the calm yet fairly sensible type, yes? I do apologize for some of the crasser words I said to you previously. I hope they are not taken personally." She laughed hollowly, though it was more from her own apprehension than genuine malice. After all, if the ghost of her mother ever taught her anything...

"But even then..." she stated coolly, as her pacing started to slow. It wasn't long before they stopped by a vase of flowers, ones that she couldn't exactly identify, but they were while with the slightest pink hue at their centers. Their scent was sweet, almost saccharine, but it was subtle compared to the similarly dilute odor of ammonia - from the cleaning just a few hours before. "... You should be careful, around these quarters at least. The people here, myself and my husband included, are volatile. We can change on a whim depending on if we find the alliances we have convenient or not." She chuckled as she approached the vase and plucked the flowers from it, before presenting them to the other party.

"I hope that we are able to maintain a cordial relationship for at least the time-being, while we discuss those negotiations," Walker mused aloud with the faintest hint of a smile, "but if not, then... It would be a real shame to have these flowers go to waste. I cannot imagine them being used for vain purposes. That asides, though... For now, do take them. As a warning, at least, of our capricious nature. It is always better to have a reminder to be careful, after all."

OUCH. RIP WALKER. *pensive*

here's.... a follow-up....

Walker had been walking through the mall for some time now. It was almost mindless, the way she ambled throughout it, given that she wanted some way of finding her son... Somehow... She, after all, at least some method to her approach; while the search party focused on where he might be, she focused on where he liked being.

That way, she reasoned to herself, the chances of finding him will be higher. She reassured herself with a nod, and for once, she felt... Calm. And Walker liked that. Calm. That feeling hadn't been in her ever since her son disappeared, and though this calm wasn't anything like before's, she'd definitely take whatever this sentiment was over - well - the near panic she felt, the fluttering in her chest when she first learned that her beloved Fitzgerald was missing.

However, such calm was short-lived as she soon found herself at the wrath of some... Cat.

"I could say the same thing for you, miss," she replied calmly while eyeing the feline. Now, the middle-aged woman had seen some bizarre entities while away from home, so seeing a cat wearing clothes and walking upright paled in comparison to some... Others, but it was still enough to invoke a sense of cognitive dissonance in her. Walker sighed and added while running her fingers through her hair, "Though, obviously, it is because I am of a different species than you. You are... An animal, and... I am... Human." That was meant to be an insult, huh?

She mused further, still not paying too much attention to the feline's tantrum, "You just walked up to me, ma'am. I doubt that you would-" Walker was promptly interrupted by several clothes falling onto her. "Hm?" the woman instinctively uttered in slight surprise as she plucked some of the fallen cloths and ran them through her fingers. Huh. They were quite soft... Luxurious, even. Walker had to admit that even if the other party was an animal, she sure dressed like the most civilized of humans.

Her behavior, on the other hand...

"I am just practical, that is all," Walker grunted calmly, her expression remaining unchanging throughout this entire exchange. To be fair, her frown could barely be seen as one cashmere dress was draped over her face, and the woman didn't exactly bother taking it off at the moment. Instead, she just blinked and added, "You really do not know whom you are talking to, huh? I am an aristocrat, like what you claim to be except not nouveau riche. And trust me, dear... I can start a fight if you want. I am just wise enough to avoid conflict, for the most part."

That voice was flat. That didn't sound... Very good, to say the least.

Saffron salternate

Saffron strutted through the building, her nose scrunched up as she tightly clenched the bag in her hands. She tilted her head over to her son and scowled.

"Never sass me like that again, dahling! Everyone was watching us!" As she was met with silence, she pointed over to a store.

"Hey, hon? Isn't that the store you've been talking about? You know what? Go ahead and buy yourself something nice. I don't care if you buy those stupid toys or band tees." She pouted as she distractedly shoved a small was of money into her son's paws and watched him scurry away. Maintaining her upset expression, she whipped her head around and jumped at the sight of Walker.

"Ew! What is that?!" Saffron blurted without thinking, tapping her toes against the floor. She pulled both of the straps of her bag apart, glaring over at the human. "It has no fur! What kind of person even lives like that?" After hesitating, she walked over to the human and kept her lips pursed.

"Look, I dunno who you are, but you better not step any closer, or—or..." She paused, struggling to think of what to say. She then glanced down at her bag, then she instinctively threw it at the human. She watched as a variety of colored fabrics spill out of the bag onto the floor.

"Argh, now my clothes have been floored." Saffron whined, abruptly stomping onto the floor. "You see those? They are made of the finest fabrics. They look much finer than...this..." She briefly bared one of her fangs as she gestured towards the human's outfit.

"They also make the finest weapons if they're used correctly! Dahling, you better be careful around these parts. Oh, and you better keep your grubby little paws off me before I decide on doing the latter! Do you know who I am? I've got one of the finest bars, all twirled up in my fingers like a marionette starring in the most fabulous puppet shows! In other words, I run this town."

Savageowstic Pinkapop

"Darn, lady, I didn't do anything remotely close to trying to bother you"

The young(?) meowstic spoken while staying back, sweating to what appeared to be an enraged cat.

"Please do not engage, if you do then..I will be forced to go a little hard on you. Now, you're a lady, I don't want to hurt you. Especially not in the way I'm truely capable of...such as magic things"

He gave her a warning as he shifting his gaze around, looking for an object to use as an alternate defense machanism rather than his own powers.

His eyes laid on something shiny, small and thin. He didn't think it'd be appropriate, but it's the only think that's actually less harmful than his power but could be used to defense himself.

He picked it up with telekinesis before looking at Saffron
"Look, if you are not going to drop that high and mighty attitude, I might have to use...this."

He pointed the tiny pointy object at her. It was a needle that, for some reason, was left on the ground. Savage didn't know if it'd effective to use as an escape plan to what ever topic he made her upset with, but he did it anyways.

Johnson (Human) kafkaesque

For someone who was supposed to be a Psychic-type specialist, Johnson sure looked pissed seeing this Meowstic chilling inside of his house! (It was probably because he was from Kalos and definitely not Unovan, but... That'd get conveniently forgotten in just a few moments...)

"What are you doing in my house, at this time!?" the middle-aged man hissed as he stood up from his seat. His friend, seated nearby, looked rather shocked as well, before she leaned herself back against her chaise and gave the other party a small smirk... Or was it a sneer? Either way, it was a definite contrast to the adrenaline running through Johnson's bloodstream as he scanned the feline creature, then shook a finger at the other party. "Don't you know not to be so... Intrusive?"

He seemed to be at a genuine loss of words, but that was mainly because he expected a person to break into his house... Not a Pokemon. It made him shake his head in absolute denial, then rub his eyes.

Only when did his friend tease to him, "You know, not wanting that creature to be there won;t stop it from existing," did Johnson come to terms with the fact that his house was broken into, and this creature was going to take something from him. He didn't have his team on set either, and neither did his friend, given that they really weren't the type of people to be battling when it wasn't time for a tournament, so...

He pulled out a bottle of lotion - one that he had been using to help smooth out the calluses on his friend's hands - before shaking said tube at the other party and hissing, "You know what, you little rat!? If you don't get out of here this instant, I'm going to use this on you! Like... Throw it at you, or something!" Johnson really didn't need to hesitate there, and that sputter caused him to hiss curses under his breath while his friend just chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully... Too playfully, really.

Johnson almost redirected his irritation towards her, but honestly, his reputation was at stake, so... He got up to his feet and started approaching the other party, bottle of lotion in tow. His scowl was now replaced with a menacing, ominous grin - one that fit his friend far better than him. After all, she was a wolf... He was just... A man. A man with a stick physique, to be exact!

"You're lucky that I don't have my team of Pokemon with me right now, you know," hissed the aristocrat as he loomed over the feline, "but even then... What will a Meowstic with an eye-patch do? Scratch me? Lift me into the air? I'd love to entertain the possibility, but just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm weak... By any means..." He almost glanced over to his friend for support, but she seemed so apathetic that it likely didn't matter. If only Johnson had that same restraint, funnily enough...

dfkjherjffrev the shovel sent me for.... multiple reasons..... the first and foremost being the total meme potential from that oops-

the second is.... low-key angst.... here's a follow-up for thou:

This had to be a dream.

There was no other conceivable way to explain why Johnson was - out of all places - up in the mountains, where the cliffs loomed over him and threatened to swallow him up if he stepped once in the wrong direction... And that ignored the biting winds that threatened to claim his extremities through frostbite, then gangrene. He bit down on his lip, as he was never fond of the cold, ironically enough, and this applied both figuratively and literally.

"I just know she's here," muttered the man under his breath as he clutched his coat close to his face. Yet in spite of his insistence on rationality, he had no way of knowing for sure. Johnson had seen her once, in what was likely a dream, and this was only a continuation of it. He just wanted to talk with her again, make things right, even if... Even if she likely wouldn't look at him in the eye - ever again.

And that made his heart wrench, and it made him wince. The surroundings were so isolated that he thought he could get away with manifesting that moment of vulnerability. Or so he believed.

The crunching of footsteps against the snow alerted Johnson to the presence of... Someone else, causing him to stand up and suck in a sharp, cold breath.

"... Dolores?" he breathed almost airily before turning around to face what seemed like a reptile with a shovel. At that moment, Johnson had no idea whether to be relieved or disappointed. Besides, the fellow didn't look too happy to see Johnson, and if he saw how bedraggled he looked against the near snowstorm, then he'd feel the same way too.

Taking a gloved hand out of his pocket to wave it at the other party, Johnson spat, "I'm not as fragile as you might think, sir. I have the insulation, and I know my way around here." Haha. Funniest bluff of the century. He coughed into his sleeve before narrowing his eyes in return. "Just because I look older doesn't mean I'm weak. That's an outdated principle. Perhaps staying out of the snow every so often will do you some good, you know." The man chuckled dryly before taking a step back.

The shovel didn't even seem to conjure itself into being until he heard something being jammed against the increasingly packed snow, as flakes fluttered around them.

"Unless you give me a better reason than one that isn't so patronizing," hissed Johnson with a raised brow, "I'm going to keep going my way. And no, using that shovel as a weapon won't stop me. We both know that." And with a huff, the man turned his back to the other party and continued on his way...

Famous last words, anyone?

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Ecclesiastes Timnath princefizz

When Lemon Demon presses the cards flush to the table silently.

"Royal flush, little dragon."

Arkasha looks incredulous, pulling back to observe the hand... that was impossible. Unheard of. Already?

"What? That's fucking impossible," he scowls, eyes pointed at those five faithful cards, "are the cards fucking... marked, or some-"

As quick as the owl in front of him had placed down those cards, he had the wingless dragon on the floor, arms held behind his back and something clean against to his throat - long blue hair pressed to the shabby velvet carpet.

"Listen, little lizard," the man held his heel to the dragon's back, reaching into his purse and pulling out a scarlet lip gloss and starting to re-apply while he held Arkasha to the floor, "I don't know what you're doing here..." more pressure. "or who you think I am, but I'll take this as a chance to teach you." the sharp item at his neck slowly dragged along, not cutting but pressing hard against his Adam's apple.

"You can tell who we are. Everyone knows. I'll cut you some slack since you're obviously not from the Ave." putting the lip gloss away, he presses a finger to his beak and whispers a gentle 'shhhh' as Arkasha starts throwing profanities. "They're looking away... and I'll try my best to look the other way and forgive you for your... behaviour, okay?" the object at his neck slips past and behind his ear. "You should get going... good boy."

Once Arkasha had run a suitable distance away from the Casino Calvadores, he reached a claw behind his ear and found...

Philomena (Outside Philomena) salternate

Philomena pouted as she sat down at the couch. She let her body sink into the cushions as she pulled a kit out of her coat pocket. From the corner of her eye, she noticed various types of figures scurrying around in the building. It's quite busy, but she felt content; she got a break from the large crowds that were usually surrounded around her.

She opened up the kit, then pulled out a nail file. She stared at her slightly uneven claws and scraped them against the file. Upon noticing Lemon Demon nearing her, she tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Hello...do you need anything?" She asked.

"I'm just...doing nail stuff. Nothing to see here." Philomena then turned back to continue with her routine.

"I can do this wherever I please. No need to look at me like that." Philomena then held up the file and pointed it at Lemon Demon. She remained silent, maintaining her glare at him. She briefly shook the file in her hand before turning back and continuing to work on filing her nails. Though she said nothing, she hoped that this small action would be good enough to make the demon leave.

Dolores (Human) kafkaesque

Threatening the other party with an item was... Literally the last thing Dolores wanted to do, given that the older woman had a dog in her house, and trying to threaten her pet - even in a joking manner - was bound to overwhelm her with guilt just seconds after the words were uttered.

And guess who just so happened to remind her of that aforementioned pooch?

Resisting the urge to just approach the other party and squeeze her cheeks, Dolores cooed, "Oh, you're so adorable, aren't you? Yes you are!", like how one would speak to a puppy - or a child, even. It was just the slightest bit patronizing, but that wasn't at all part of her intent as she took a step closer and playfully wagged a finger in her direction. "Of course a dog like you wouldn't be so inclined to be up in the streets like this, but..."

She trailed off, once she realized how stupid that likely sounded. It wasn't... Normal for a dog to be walking on two legs, and she had the feeling that she was speaking to a human in a dog's body. In other words... A perfectly sapient being. Now that was embarrassing! With flushed cheeks, Dolores waved a hand aside while coughing into her sleeve, as if she was trying to wave off all that baby talk she had uttered earlier - like an absolute fool!

"... Maybe you should get something to take care of that fur of yours," remarked the elder as she took out a bottle of face wash and gently shook it to further incite the canine's notice, "I'm sure that there'd be all sorts of things that would get stuck in your plush face. Like... Dirt, or leaves... Or maybe even a flea or two?" Dolores, with shaky hands, presented the item to the other party - though definitely in a way that seemed more like a legitimate offer than an a threat. Oops?

Then, gently laughing in an attempt to lighten up the obvious awkwardness that plagued much of the conversation, she teased, "Besides, miss! I'd be careful with the fleas if I were you! Not that you have them, of course, but this cream does have some flea-killer - or general pesticide - in it, if I remember correctly. It's getting humid soon, and the fleas like that, for whatever reason. You should take this, just to be safe! Lest the fleas get you! And... Of course, I wouldn't want you to suffer through that. You're such a cute pooch, after all. So please, do take this, but it's up to you from there. You don't even have to use it if you don't want to. But you should... You know... Just in case!" And she giggled once more, although only as a distraction from the fact that Dolores was very much stumbling over her words at the moment, and perhaps coming off as a little more threatening than she ever intended to be - in her seventy-four years of existence.

ooooh, Jia is an interesting character if I'm gonna be honest- I'd love to see her interact with Dolores more often in the future!! :)c

here's... a follow-up... Dolores tries too hard to expand her friend list.

"You know," Dolores hummed to herself, "This is fairly peaceful..." How ironic, considering all the chaos going on just beyond the park's borders. But in the microcosm that her current surroundings provided, the older woman felt... Content for once, even with the floral scents tickling at her nostrils and making her think of home. Goodness, maybe she should go down to the lowlands more often... That'd be wonderful, wouldn't it?

She giggled to herself, before brushing some dust off her coat and kicking her feet front and back, front and back.

If only she wasn't so focused on herself, this would've been the perfect day. However, Dolores wasn't arrogant by any means; the opposite was true, really. She felt immense guilt just diving into that sea of introspection, and the elder did believe that was the cause of her loneliness. Not her surroundings, not the people whom she interacted with, but... Herself. It'd explain everything nicely - pretty little bow included - at the very least. It seemed like her fate at this point, or at least her ultimate one.

She was taught to learn that companionship was fleeting, the closest exception being her dog - who had been with Dolores ever since she was a young woman. But as the years went on, the question of inevitability became - well - more inevitable. There was no use avoiding it. Dolores had to confront it at some point, and she had to choose between sooner or later...

Funnily enough, Dolores was going to choose the former - given that she had nothing else to do - but the sight in front of her interrupted her train of thought: a human, who... Acted like a dog? The older woman had no clue of the other party's origins, but her behavior reminded her of that of a canine as the younger woman stalked to the edge of the pond, before diving into it. With a gasp, Dolores clutched a hand to her mouth but didn't dare step forward - not that she didn't want to out of sheer concern, even if she found the behavior rather bizarre.

Her muscles just seemed to steel up in that moment, apparently!

A few moments later, the woman emerged from the water with a fish in her mouth, and quite proudly too! If it was her own dog accomplishing such a feat, Dolores would be proud, but... Alas, Poffin wasn't here at the moment. So, instead, she was rather stunned by the spectacle, before silently getting up to her feet and slowly approaching the other party - if only to see if everything was alright...

However, she made one mistake: the tap of her foot against concrete. It caused the woman to look up from her meal and growl at poor Dolores, who likely didn't expect anything like that, before scuttling to a street light and climbing up there.

"I don't mean any harm," muttered the older woman as she fumbled with her hands and tried to ignore the fish carcass on the ground, "I... I just wanted to know if everything was alright, that's all. But..." Her eyes trailed off to the side as Dolores started to question herself - as always. "I can leave you alone if you want. You seemed rather content with that fish anyway. But seriously, miss, I don't mean harm. So... Come down for a bit, and we can talk if you like? As always, it's... Up to you, miss."

Jia (dcoolettes) SpiritdragonRyuu

(The item I got on the generator was a street light xD )

Oh boy, Dolores is meeting all of my interesting OC's of late haha XD

Jia was wandering through the streets softly clicking her teeth nervously, she had somehow got separated by her guardian and was now lost in the streets. Many people gave her odd looks, seeing a girl walking around with her back bent like a velociraptor, but they soon ran off when she ended up growling and snapping at them with her teeth before bolting away from the crowds, knocking over several bins and then jumping and snarling at the loud noise that the clattering bins made. With another animalistic shriek she continued darting in and out of crowds and over roads, nearly being hit by several cars in the process. She jumped over several bushes and found herself in a park, it was late afternoon so most of the public had left to prepare dinner. Grumbling softly to herself she cautiously walked around the park, confused by the various strange structures in the playground. Her ears twitched as she heard the sound of water nearby, cautiously she stalked in that direction, seeing a pond not long after. Her eyes watched various waterfowl swimming around the lake as well as hundreds of fish which swam underneath the water.

Crouching on all fours she prowled up to the edge of the water and waited , half hidden by a nearby bush. She saw a large fish come into view and immediately pounced into the water with a large splash. Jia soon resurfaced with a large fish hanging limp in her mouth, she doggy paddled her way to the edge of the pond and got out, shaking the excess water off her as she did so. Her nostrils flared a bit before she began to happily tuck into the fish, but after a few seconds she heard a noise to her left and looked up snarling and exposing her teeth. As the figure continued to approach, Jia grabbed the fish in her mouth and darted up a nearby street light, still growling at the figure.

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Jia is gonna get mad xD

Follow Up:

Jia watched the approaching husky and tilted her head at it, as the stranger spoke, she immediately felt threatened by their more aggressive tone. She didn't do anything, why was this guy being a jerk. She bared her teeth into a threatening snarl, her fingers flexed and rigid as the husky threw the string at her. It didn't hurt, it just annoyed her. The clouds above them began to swirl angrily above her, the approaching roars of thunder and the crack of lightning began to make their appearance. Single drops of rain fell from the now angry black clouds, soon increasing into a harsh shower. She gave growl in warning for the husky to leave, her eyes giving off a eerie glow.

Dubhthach salternate

Dubhthach scowled, the human immediately catching his eye. He trudged over, the fluff of his coat pressed against the crook of his neck.

"Tch, human. You are the most destructive species possessing this planet. How are you not extinct at this point?" Dubhthach hissed, his foot pressed against the floor.

"Don't worry, your wrongs will cause us doing the right thing. If it weren't for you, my hometown wouldn't have been poverty-stricken. Do you know how painful it is to go to bed without a meal on your plate?" He continued. He then reached into his pocket, maintaining his glare. He raised his eyebrows as he continued to feel around. With a deep exhale, he pulled out a small spool of thread. His angered expression quickly shifted into a defeated one. He began to pull on the string, then tossed it on the human.

"Erm, how—how do you like that, huh? I'm throwing trash on you, like you—you did to my—oh, forget it. Just don't treat my kind like shit, got it, dirtbag?"

Ichigo holohero

(i maybe went a little overboard on this one, lol. cw for mentioned murder, violence, and swearing, though I don't think any of the swears were bad enough to condone censoring? please pm me if i'm wrong about that.)

"Hah, thought I heard something."

It appears that you've chosen the wrong house to plunder this evening. Ichigo smugly stands in the doorway of this media room, clad in little more than a tank-top and boxers, wielding a baseball bat that's seen better days. They've just flicked the lights on to reveal you, and even though you've hurried directly to the window, it seems to be stuck.

"Don't even think about it, pal, that window gets stuck constantly. You'd have to break it before you... wait a second, aren't you that guy from the news?"

Crap. You try to window the open more quickly.

"Holy- yeah, you were the guy who was involved with that kid's murder a while back!"

As your fingers fumble with the window, you turn to look at your assailant. Her look quickly dissolves from superiority, to shock, to dark anger.

"You punkass. I like street fights as much as the next guy, but that... that was a kid. That was a f'kin' kid. Where's the honor in that, the pride, you scumbag?" They interrogate in a tone that would send chills down the spine of a lesser man.

You take a step back from frantically working on the window to judge your progress, only to see a worn baseball bat fly through the glass, roughly where your wrist had been seconds before. You take this opportunity to launch yourself through the window, roll as you fall onto the lawn, and make a run for it as you shake off bits of broken glass.

You only turn back once. Ichigo had seemingly grabbed one of the nearby computer monitors, presumably because it was the first thing she could reach, and was now yelling out of the window: "IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, THIS THING IS GOING RIGHT THROUGH YOUR GOD DAMNED RIB CAGE, YOU BASTARD!"

(will write a follow-up! ^^)