Your OC Catches The OC Above!

A soft bubbling noise was quick to alert Smithson enough to sway him away from his studies, as he placed the quill on the desk in favor of peering over at the door just behind him. The servants better not be leaving the tea to fester, lest it cause another mess... Stifling a shudder, the middle-aged man heaved out a sigh before getting up to his feet and kicking aside some stray flecks of wood that the chair, thanks to age, had started to shed. I need to fix that too, he silently reminded himself before stepping over to the door, then turning the knob. He sucked in a breath, expecting to hear frantic footsteps coming from the servants when they heard their employer being roused into action.

So... Smithson was admittedly a bit shocked when he saw nothing related to tea; instead, he saw a teenage girl with his giant jellyfish. No pitter-patters of servants' shoes, though! Huh. Could've been worse.

He coughed into his sleeve and gestured at the jellyfish, then asked the girl, "So... How was your excursion with it? Did it, uh..." Smithson paused, then coughed into his sleeve; coincidentally enough, he had been studying on the biology of some of his creatures, and the jellyfish had just so happened to be the one whose information he was skimming over before he heard the burbling. Thus, the biology of this cnidarian abomination was still fresh in his mind as he then added, "... Did it try attacking any of the servants, miss?"

Well, that was convenient! Way to imply to your not-daughter that the cute little jellyfish was actually a bloodthirsty little shit!

But maybe that was why none of the servants seemed to be moving, as Smithson sighed, "Not that it usually does so on its own, but... If you're encouraging it, then it'll probably latch onto such orders. It does seem to like you after all, miss." What Smithson left unsaid was that the jellyfish probably liked the girl more than Smithson at this point, but that was a pretty low bar; after all, it wasn't like Smithson fed the creature anything besides seafood and the occasional cut of "mystery meat." (What was mystery meat exactly? It wasn't worth knowing. Seriously.)

"I was just about to finish up with my reports, by the way," the aristocrat added with a wave of his hand, "mostly about that 'supernatural' nonsense people keep reporting at times. Demons and the like, but..." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Obviously, I sort of think all of that is nonsense. It might be a trick of the mind, or perhaps the distortion of natural phenomena by the uneducated." Wow. Smithson glanced over to the side and neatly folded his hands together. "... I can leave it aside for some other time, though. I know how to work my way into making those deadlines squirm..." He paused. "... Somehow."

The older man nonetheless betrayed a small smile - though it was so small that it was almost unnoticeable - as he asked, "Are you okay with a game of chess later on, miss? I don't really have anything in my planner at the moment, if I have to be honest with you. And yes, you can bring the jellyfish along. Just..." Smithson glanced over his shoulder just as he heard a servant hurriedly passing by. Wonder why. "... Make sure it doesn't attack anybody... All right?" The jellyfish burbled, seemingly in response to this. Was it complying with Smithson's statements, or guessing that he was full of shit? Who knows.

NP maaaay get a follow-up if I have the time. maybe.

"Sir Smithson," Nathaniel called out, as he forced himself into the same tram as the well-known politician.
"How lucky that I caught you here." the trapdoor closed behind him. Locking Johnson in with him.
The old harpooner planted his harpoon on the wooden tram floor, as his hand reached for the bar. He gave Smithson a toothy smile. While standing close to him. The vehicle smelled of sweat and old snow, it shook and squeaked, moving forward with only inches. The modernist way of transport.
"I've got you some letters. Don't ask me how I got those," the old smuggler said. Before barking out a laughter. With his harpoon 'safely' secured between the tram wall and his own frame, Nathaniel reached for his shoulder-bag. He searched it. Until he found what he'd been looking for. Letters. Small brown envelopes, decolored by rain and curled by the way they had been transported.
"Those are from your mum. You know." He waved the stack. "Madam Smith?" He laughed at the other's reaction. Forced the letters in his hands.
"Oh, she's very much alive," he said. His voice comparable to a low purr.
"I'm not sure if you're aware of your mother's condition. Or her location. If not, I can't tell you much. I know about all of it but," he paused. Allowing his words to linger. Then shook his head.
"Just know that she's very curious about you. As you two haven't spoken in what? Years?" Nathaniel let out another laugh. He picked up his harpoon and piqued his head up as the tram slowly started to lose momentum.

"Her financial state is..Bleak," he lied. With that genuine tone and smile like always.
"If you consider sending her some coins or letters. Contact me. I can deliver it for you," Nathaniel hummed. Nathaniel gave Jonshon one quick toothy grin, before moving towards the opening tram-doors and leaving Smithson. Alone. To stew in his own thoughts.

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Nathaniel’s fingers slipped over the knot. His ear twitched. The old harpooner looked up and smiled when he recognized the feline-maid. “Ah!” he said.
“Just the person I wanted to, well, talk to. Sort of,” he said. Nathaniel made some room for Emlyn and plucked the cheese out of her basked. He tested it with his thumb. Soft. Flexibility often meant well tasting cheese. He accepted the gif with a big smile.
“Oh, you shouldn’t have to,” he said. While stuffing his pocket with the cheese and herb bread.
“I’ve heard you’ve looked after my nephew now that he’s visiting lord Hail?” he said. Blinked. “I’m sorry he can be a prick sometimes,” Nathaniel put away the fishnet he was knotting.
“I can’t excuse his behavior but… Maybe you should give him some cheese as well. I know that he loves the stuff. Who knows! Maybe he warms up to ya.”

Aestrum Just a reminder to fill out your claim! It's been 4 hours-

This was the last thing the poor maid had wanted to happen. Running as fast as she could in her lengthy dress, picking it up while the frills and layers struggled to stay bunched up in her hands. “Where is that little sneak?” she heard one of the residents of the manor hiss as he nearly beat down every door he came upon. Emlyn quickly ducked into a small closet, struggling to catch her breath, hoping Valentine would realize his assumptions of her were wrong and at the very least let her go back to her duties.

She had only happened to be in the hallway at the wrong time. The Incubus was locked away in the the study, seemingly conspiring with some other supernatural entiry as the two gossipped and and planned about something sinister. Emlyn was only passing by, minding her business when the floor boards creaked a little too loudly. And that’s how this all started. 

It was silent. The closet was dark and dusty. It was only her and the sound of her poor heart beating for dear life. As she began to relax, slumping up against the various coats and furs, the light from the hall shined through a crack of the door.

“Tell me little girl, how much did you hear exactly?”

Spoilered because of violence!

[To the next person, I know Grendel is a bit stoic, but feel free to get creative! If you need examples, feel free to do something like catching xem cheating at cards or like...putting food on a plate even though it had been on the ground. Or just chasing them down works too! Also, if the xe/xem pronouns are too difficult for you, any other pronouns work too!]

Shamus had been flying around in his raven form for a while, the large black bird swopped down and landed in the branches of a nearby tree and looked around. It was quiet, most likely because it was around dusk now. As he continued to look around he saw a very large figure in the shadows, the shape was unlike anything Shamus had seen before, it certainly wasn't that of an animal or human. The raven fluffed up his feathers as he shuddered, he didn't want to get close to whoever or whatever this figure was, however something else drew the shifters attention, was this figure playing cards with someone? 

Shamus watched with his head tilted to the side and transformed back to his human form. Due to being taller than his raven form he could get a better view, sure enough, this strange was indeed playing cards and.....wait....were they cheating? The fragile male cocked an eyebrow, well that certainly wasn't fair, he hoped it was jut a game for fun with no actual betting. It's not like Shamus could do anything to stop the being though. Deciding against intervening, the shifter turned back into his raven form and took off into the sky, though he did pass overhead, not too close, to the card cheater, giving a low caw as a half scolding as he did so. However when the stranger turned to look up at the bird, Shamus quickly dove into the shadows and disappeared from sight, heart pounding violently. 

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Follow Up:

Viviana was enjoying her time in the forest exploring when something caught her attention. A someone, to be fact. He was an older looking man and all his snooping around had made her curious. And now here she was chasing after some poor man who probably didn't want anything to do with her. What was he doing in the forest and why? Whatever it is she wanted to find out like her life depended on it. They zig-zagged through trees until finally the two had meet a dead end. Viv stopped to catch her breath for just a moment. 

"YOU!" she shouted, and pointed a wing to the man. "What are you doing?" She started to wag her tail and her eyes sparkled in delight. "And, and can I join you!?" 

With a loud crash, Sergey found himself in the dressing room, except with the catch of being tangled in all sorts of fabrics and feathered accessories in the process. Oh, and falling face first to the floor. That, however, did little to detract from the fact that his arrival was urgent, and distress ran through every measly vein in his body as he perked his head with a gasp that rapidly morphed into a distressed yelp when he realized what had just happened.

"No! Stay out of the fake blood! By all the skies, stay out of it!"

Sergey gasped once more before scrambling back up to his feet, allowing the battered textiles to fall to the ground before he took a step towards the canine and exclaimed, "I know that it looks like real blood, but- Uh- It's really not-" He reached a hand out towards a splotch of (fake) blood that had splashed onto the other party's fur and gently pressed a finger against the neon green fur. "It's, uh, a combination of paint and some... Other chemicals. I don't know if said chemicals are good for animals, though. I thought I had them out of Pavel's reach, but... Ummm..." He cut himself off upon noticing the intruder's wings.

"Uhhh..." the middle-aged man added hastily before withdrawing his hand and taking a step back, "There are productions specializing in horror if you're, um, interested in that sort of media. Just... Please, for the skies' sake-" Distress caused his voice to crack while he held his hands to his head and clenched his teeth. "That's meant for drama productions! There's not... Usually a lot of that used per show, so it's meant to last for a while..."

Biting down a squeak, the blond carefully stepped towards the canine and attempting to lift her up in the air. Assuming that it didn't fail miserably, Sergey's arms visibly tensed and sagged while he gazed at her neon green fur - spattered with various shades of bright and dull red due to the fake blood - with a mixture of concern and sternness.

"I think I'll have to let the manager know about this incident so that they can remake it..."

Shaking his head slightly, Sergey attempted to lift the dog somewhat higher before sniffing, "But... First... I think I'll have to get you cleaned. And make sure you stay out of the dressing rooms next time-" Alas, whatever sternness he was trying to quickly convey as he let out a sigh and glanced off to the side. "Please?" he added more desperately, "As said before, I can help you with the halls. Just... Don't destroy anything in the process... What were you trying to do in the first place, miss?"

 maybe I'll do a follow-up for NP if I have the time. perhaps.

Maffick’s heavy heels loudly tamped on the sidewalk as she did her best to shuffle through the crowd. Humans were less than a welcome, or usual, sight in the Slabs. And Sergey stuck out like an albino in a crowd of ninjas. As she shoved her way out, she could hear him talking some poor strangers head off. That or he was seconds from getting mugged. With one swift movement she grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him towards her.

“Sorry boys, this ones mine!” She announced, forcing a big cheesey smile. “Think you could get out of work that easy?” She said to Sergey, her voice immediately dropping. She elbowed him in the side, trying to get him to play along. 

As she whisked him away, still a strong grip on the back of his shirt, she glanced back a few times making sure they were out of ear shot.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Maffick hissed, gently smacking the back of his head. “You think you can just waltz on in here as a human? You would’ve been missing a limb or two if I hadn’t caught up to you.”

They walked down the street in silence, her grip still as firm as ever, keeping him by her side. As she pulled him into her cute little car, his head bumping the top, she quietly sped off in attempt to get him a ride back to where he came from.

“You owe me.”

Xariel sighted. Why did he hear about what his friends said? 'Fishing is relaxing' they said. 'You will catch so much' they said. 

But Xariel did not catch a thing. Nothing. And it started to bore him. "I find it absolutely NOT relaxing guys... Not at all... I want to go back to my computer or training" he muttered. "Xariel there is something!" his friend suddenly said. 

Xariel, looking at his fishing rod blinks surprised as he starts to pull it up. "Man that's a big one! You got it!" He heared from next to him. Until he finally saw the fish he caught. 

But instead of a fish... There was a girl. "Oh, thank godness that finally someone pulled me out of here. I've been stuck in the water for so long now" she said smiling at him. "That's not the fish I wanted to grill tonight" Xariel sighted in disappointment. "I'll let it go again" he said. "Hey, Wait boy!" Was the last thing he heared of her before she again vanished in the lake.

(Karypto ping since it’s been a while… hopefully this is okay!)

He was standing around, minding his own business, as usual. Things were running smoothly, no crimes to bust, no villains to stop, no screaming civilians—

Wait, no, scratch that. 

Nevermind, Fukagawa shot his head upwards to the sky, the loud shriek hadn’t gone unnoticed and now he could vaguely see the silhouette of a person falling from the heavens. Unlike an angel, as it wasn’t very graceful. 

He stepped under the person and watched, watched, watched, and waited for about ten seconds. Before an actually rather large man fell right into his arms with a satisfying thumpth. (Large as in, not a tiny speck in the sky…)

”You really should be more careful.” He said, eyeing the man that he held, like he was nothing more than a feather. “I won‘t be around every time to catch you, as you fall from… the sky. Hmmm…. Did an angel get pissed off at you? I had that happen once honestly… wasn’t a fun experience...

He rambled on for a little while before placing the man back on his own two feet, at least he wasn’t shaking at all. “Well, it’s been a pleasure, I’ll be off then, good luck with whatever you‘re dealing with. If it’s anything… remotely dangerous, come find me, maybe I’ll give you a hand.” Fukagawa smiled a toothy grin, and left soon after, leaving Xariel to his own being.

       Taga was cleaning some tables when he noticed Fukagawa trip and lose his balance. Taga swiftly ran over to help stop him from landing on a fairy. The fairy cursed at him and Fukagawa before fluttering angrily away. After Fukagawa regained his balance, Taga took his arms off his shoulders. “Maybe you should be more carful where your walking. The fairies will get pretty pissed if you land on them.”