Your OC Catches The OC Above!

Corex had endless endurance, as a droid it was a gift of his that he often forgot that he had. So when he caught up to N’arfi, he didn’t appear remotely out of breath. In fact he had the other cornered in a back alley… the tall droid dusted off his clothes and took off his hat politely

“My apologies, sir.” He starts and pulls out a set of fingerless gloves, “I didn’t mean to frighten you back there, certainly didn’t mean to lead you into thinking there was a bounty on you— but you left behind your gloves.” Corex offered the other their missing gloves.

“I hope you can forgive my earnest haste in chasing you down, but I would hate for you to have to go the long way to find out you were missing them.” Corex put his hat back on after delivering his gloves to N’arfi

Ooc: NP keep in mind Corex is a droid and pretty heavy weight! He’s just disguised all the time.

     Ethan slowly poked part of his head out from behind the shelf. So that was the new janitor for the grocery store, huh? He looked huge and crazy intimidating, especially with all those wraps around his face. No one at work was brave enough to ask him why, and Ethan sure as hell wasn't going to step up to that plate. Closing the store with him, though, felt like something straight out of a horror movie. Even worse-- He looked at the bag leaned against the shelf-- His stuff was right next to Corex! What rotten luck, huh? Well, maybe if he's quiet, the new guy won't notice him...?

     Ethan snuck up behind Corex as quietly as he could. So far, so good. With a quiet sigh of relief, he reached for his bag, assured he was in the clear, but his bad luck had other things in mind. His shadow twitched, and the cord attached to Corex's cleaning device moved right in front of him, causing him to trip.
     Hearing a noise, Ethan looked over and gasped when he saw the custodian falling his way. He quickly dropped his bag to try and catch him, but the guy weighed like a ton of bricks!! Ethan stood no chance, falling straight to the ground with a groan.

     At least he cushioned the blow for his new coworker...

How long had they been at this?

Usually Lure wouldn't just go after people unless approached first, but damn, Ethan just had it coming. The bird soared above this orange-smelling freak, every now and then swooping down by missing by a turn of his bicycle, but Lure wouldn't give in. He had been instructed to hunt something, after all, and it looked like his master was going to be a cannibal tonight.

For a final time, Lure lunged downward with a throaty shriek and clasped its talons in Ethan's hair, fighting him off the bicycle he had been using so desperately in an attempt to escape. Lure barreled into the ground with this poor man, beating his wings wildly, but only then did he realize... Ethan was too heavy to lift up off the ground. Nonetheless, Lure remained there, hooked onto his head and crying out again.

And to match, somewhere in the not-so-far distance, a woman screamed.

@ NP: you can respond to Lure's owner instead if you don't wanna fistfight a bird

"-Bastard!"

Calluna's sword slashes through the air beside Lure. She shouts with an irreverent, incandescent fury- the wrath of a thousand suns- as she, again, misses. Okay, fine. Maybe stabbing this fiend, this absolute monster isn't going to work. Her target is maneuverable, slim, full of goddamn feathers- She's managed to keep up with it this far, but she's not getting anywhere like this. It is time for the half-worm to resort to her newly increased, newly human stature. Calluna drops her blade, swallows her invertebrate instincts- the ones squirming, screaming, "get back get back get back, crawl into the dirt crawl into the dark, this isn't safe", and gets ready to fistfight the absolute shit out of this bird.

She tackles it, going for the neck.

"I saw what you did!" She screams, through a cloud of feathers. "I saw you devour those innocent lives! The early bird gets nothing!"

(Not me scrolling through the old forum games and finding this! Time for a fun little revival, I think^^)

It was late enough in the evening that the courtyard that was usually set aside for training would be dark, save for the light of the stars and the moon overhead. Perhaps enough light for anyone spending the extra time outside to train this late to see. At least, that's what Illanya suspects is the case. Someone was using the grounds and pounding on the training dummies in the wee hours of the night, if the scuffed up dummies she's been finding during morning drills were of any indication. It wasn't like late night training wasn't allowed at this particular courtyard either. Illanya was just curious.

The paladin had neglected to bring a lantern to light her way. Not that she particularly minded the darkness, the world around her was fairly clear to her in grayscale. The gold in her eyes glinting on their own, reflecting light that wasn't there. She could hear just fine too, the sounds of repeated hits and impacts ahead reaching her ears and drawing her cautiously closer. Staying to the shadows, the knight would let her footsteps become something a little more silent, though the chainmail and the plates of her armor still jostle together, making noise of their own as she stops at a corner and peeks around it. 

The distance makes it difficult for her to clearly see the figure at first, so Illanya steps closer, as quietly as she can so as to not disturb the figure striking at the fake humanoid. Illanya can't help her surprised expression when she not only sees who it is, but that she recognizes that auburn wash of hair, and the flurry of rose petals and vines that accompanies each of her strikes. Illanya can't help the grimace on her face at the memory of the last time she met the thorny warrior. Their last meeting had ended abruptly, and Illanya was sure she must've offended Calluna last she saw her. Perhaps it was a bit of good luck that she encounters her here, a chance to fix her mistake. 

Illanya steps forward, grasping a dulled sword for practice off of the rack. With a few quick steps she's near the dummy, careful to not get in the way of Calluna's strikes,

"I had wondered who was spending the midnight hours out here. I'm surprised to have caught the culprit finally." She calls with a sighing laugh, resting the sword on her shoulder. Taking the pause in Calluna's strikes to glance at the dummy, Illanya gives it a kick so it moves a little. "You're certainly doing a number on these guys. Not a bad time to spend working on technique either... Just was surprised someone was out here at all... Typically people prefer to work during the day so they have someone to spar with" The knight says, this time pushing the dummy until it's out of the way, and turning back to Calluna with a more serious look, and she pulls the sword off her shoulder, holding it in both hands.

"I know the last we saw each other, it... didn't go over well. I'm sorry for that, by the way. Perhaps, I can make it up to you? Besides, I think having someone to practice against is better than fighting these dummies over and over." She tries for a smile, nodding to the humanoid sack of straw, before she lowers her gaze again, reminded of her previous failure.

"Of course, that only if you want to. I can leave you be if that's what you'd like."

It was a training exercise, albeit in a much more playful manner than what Illanya herself was used to. Not that she could complain though, it was a fair afternoon, perfect for messing around for a bit.

That aside, she couldn’t exactly train Veritas like a soldier… it truly wasn’t his style of fighting or what keeps his attention. Besides, playing to his strengths was showing that he was making marked improvements. Something that made all this worth it… even if it wasn’t her strength. 

Illanya had been trying to push through the bushes,  having lost Veritas a little on the way, she hoped that he’d approach from the side of the bushes she’d already waded into, slowing him enough for her to make a quick get away. She gets to the edge of the bush and…

The Paladin staggers back at the impact, the sound of air leaving her lungs as Veritas slams into her, knocking the breath out of her. She coughs and wheezes for a moment, leaning forward as Veritas rolls away, informing her of his short lived victory.

Coughing once more she gives him a single thumbs up, “G-got it… I’ll keep that in mind.” She says breathlessly, before waving him off. “Go ahead and have a head start… I need a second.”

It was a matter of reflexes that Kor caught Veritas. She wasn't expecting anyone to fall towards her, but anything could happen in a crowd, she supposed. More surprising still was the man himself -- he had to be the same age as her brother's best friend, and he was over a whole foot taller than her. It was only for her inhuman strength that she could hold him up, or maybe it was because he was far lighter than she was used to carrying. 

She wanted to tell him to watch where he was going, a reaction dictated by her unfamiliarity with him, but afraid she would come across as outright rude instead of chiding, she gave a wavering half-smile and helped him stand upright. "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to be in the way of your fall," she said. "You might want to look up a map or something in the future. Or watch where you're going, or something. I mean... nothing good ever comes from falling into someone, right?"

_{(aaaaaa i only just realized i read "catches" too literally oops--  i hope this still works ;u; )} 

Kvroii

It's safe to say that he's not accustomed to seeing creatures of other worlds, more or less deities of anything. That being said, when he does witness her, he comes to a stop. His entire being is drenched in blood, starting from his face down, and his bat rests against his shoulder, casually. There's an odd look in his eyes, one that's almost intoxicated, but he hasn't had anything to drink. His tongue slowly draws along his bottom lip and he brings an eyebrow up, unblinkingly staring at her. She's animalistic to him, like a cryptid and he honestly considers that's what she is. Maybe a distant cousin of the famous Mothman; he figures that he's witnessing the sight of a being that he probably shouldn't be. But maybe it's because of the sinister, heinous act he prior committed. Were there any fables that came after you once you murdered another person in cold blood? Was this a goddess sent to bring him into Hell.

Rather than ask her any questions or even speak, his narcissisms gets the better of him and he grins. His soul was more important than anything or anyone else's, even the gods'. In this moment, he was on top of the earth, the universe, the entire collection of existence and she was nothing but an ant. He strolls past her, turning his head to look at her reddish tinted face as he passes. He caught her existence; and he wasn't going to bring it to the news or internet. His was on a higher realm. 

[i am so sorry he is so arrogant sometimes]

The blue of his eyes glint terribly beneath the moonlight and he hesitates mid swing. Out in the distant area, away from the rest of the population, he hadn't expected anyone to come running in, let alone the girl who he'd been talking to for several weeks. To see her here though, it gives him both a mixture of confusion, delight and complete and utter fear. Sean wasn't exactly the type of killer to get caught- he was smart when it came to throwing the bodies out and even smarter when it came to murdering them. He always made sure to lure his victims away with his group, where nobody would know who left with who or who was were. He talked steady, kept his cool, and gave no indication that he was capable of something so harrowing. Majority of the time, the girls that fell to his impulsive blood lust didn't even know it was happening, though unluckily for him, it seemed the one time where he had grown far more aggressive than normal was the one time he'd get seen. 

His breath runs into his chest and it lifts with the movement as he begins to lower the bat. He could take several directions on how to handle this, and they all varied in their pros and cons. He could pretend to be under the spell of something and completely fool her, acting as if he didn't know what he was doing. Or maybe, he could even hit her over the head, knock her cold and then wake her up later, when he'd disposed of the other girl. He could put on a fantastic show, tell her that he was sorry and that this 'innocent' woman was actually the woman who killed his sister years ago. The possibilities were, quite honestly, endless- but rather than tread upon those paths, he goes with what comes first. A smile. Though he had already been grinning inhumanly, his lips twitch, then fall into the pleasant lift, like there's absolutely nothing going on. The spray of blood that coats his face from hitting the woman twice already isn't wiped off, nor does he point it out. "Mine." He begins softly, setting the bat's head onto the ground. "Why do you sound angry?" It was obvious why, though he ignores it. Instead, he discards the existence of the third party and moves in closer to the woman he does know. His movement is somewhat towering and cornering, but he keeps it light as he leans down and brings himself to her height. "Should I take you home? It's kind of late, you know?" His breath is cool, minty and fans feverishly across her face with how close their proximity is. 

"Or maybe we can go back to my place."

paramedic Sean you can't just murder people, I'm sorry)

SEAN I'LL KILL YOU^^^^

The woman known as Mine marched quietly along the side walk in the dead of night, normally one might think someone as fragile looking as her to avoid walking alone at night, but this woman never had any concerns when it came towards her safety.  This was in part to the fact that Mine wasn't even closely human, and would easily be able to defend herself against any attacker should there ever be one.  Well, it was that and Mine didn't much care about her safety to begin with, par for the course when self loathing was involved.  

However, it was only 'superhuman' strength the woman, her sense of hearing and smell were also heightened due to the true nature of her being.  It was because of that she was able to hear even from a great distant the sound of feet shuffling, and a woman's terrified voice- the words, Mine could not make out, but she could catch the tone.  

She doesn't waste anytime in speeding off in the general direction she thought she heard the noise coming from, too good to mind her own business.  After all, if she ignored obvious cries for help, when she was easily able to defend, she'd be no better than the 'monster' people thought her species to be.  

It was easy to track the source of the noise, Mine could also rely on her sense of smell to pick up traces of blood in the air.  Closing in, she sees the woman, hand outstretched up in an attempt to shield herself from her attacker- Mine is quick to move in, lunging forward to shield the stranger with her own body, forcefully yelling out, "Wait- wait, stop! Don't hurt..." There's a pause in Mine's pleas, making eye contact with the attacker- who just so happens to be someone she knows, Mine freezes up- staring at him with a dumb founded look. 

"Sean...?" Her voice is colored with disbelief, Mine couldn't believe it. Sean.  The man who had been so kind, gentle, and nice to her was currently trying to kill someone? 

"What?" No, it couldn't be him, this was someone else, surely.   That's what she really wanted to believe, but unfortunately for her, all signs pointed towards it being Sean in the flesh and blood himself, if not be appearance, he was easily identified by smell. "What are you doing?" The disbelief fades, and now Mine's tone is filled with anger.  How could someone who she thought so kind try to hurt someone else- with a blunt weapon of all things. 

She would not take the excuse of 'self defense' if he tried to throw it at her, the other woman was obviously unarmed and Sean was not.  "This isn't right, you can't just-" Mine is so angry, she isn't even able to find her words, keeping herself firmly between Sean and the stranger.  "What did she even do to you, that you felt justified?!"  Mine's words hold a very accusatory tone thrown at Sean, but she made no move to hurt him- she didn't want to, not if it could be avoided. 

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NP: Four is easily flustered and clumsy so you can literarlly....Catch her.  OR you can write anything else :) 

Did you know Jacques was really proud of his small potato farm in the back of his garden? It was for this reason that he saw all stages of grievance flash before his eyes when he discovered Luukas in his potato garden. The teen had somehow managed to climb (or dig under?) his wired fences, step and stunt over the different ditches that separated the woodland with his garden, and stood there in his potato farm. Straight as an arrow.  With a fox on his side and a shovel in his hands. Foxes liked raw potatoes. Teens liked to destroy property. Jacques knew this.
"D-Dont you dare!" Jacques sputtered as he grabbed his jacket and ran outside his cabinet. With one arm tucked into a sleeve, he tried to put on his coat on with his other hand. It was a clumsy-rushed display. All while Jacques shortened the distance between the three of them. "Put that shovel down, rascal! I turn your sorry hides into boots if you managed to kill one of my potatoes!" 

bump!
If Jacques isn't your cup of tea, Feel free to interact with any of my other characters Instead!

(ooc: I hope you don't mind me replying to Jack's wolf form)

"Got lost, buddy? This is our territory..", appeared a female voice, young but strangely raspy. Two young werewolves were facing Jacques just a few trees away from him, both almost identical with gold-ish brown fur. Hazel was visibly aggressive, her teeth showing and the hairs on her neck standing up. Calhoun seemed to be a bit more intimidated by the other werewolf, quietly talking to his sister with a lowered head. "We're just on patrole, let's get backup..".
Before Hazel was able to gnarl at her brother for being a coward her ears pricked up at Jack already charging at her. He was much larger than the two of them, but fortunately the twins were agile enough to evade his attack. They had to realize this one was much stronger and a lot more feral than them. It must have wandered unusually deep into the woods in search for prey. "You got some nerve! Not only hunting somewhere you don't belong, and now acting like you own the place?!", Hazel growled at the intruder while getting down on all fours and bolting forward to bury her teeth in Jack's leg. Calhoun would've much rather gotten the rest of the pack to help but now he couldn't let his sister fight alone. "Ah crap... Here we go...".

Barry had been setting up quite a few traps around, intending on catching a certain type of wolf, but what he found.. was not that. Instead it was a set of two werewolves sat in his traps. No lifeless eyes, or skin and bone structure- just simple seemingly unfriendly werewolves. Good thing he didn’t use anything dangerous for traps. Climbing around in the tree branches, his tail flicks furiously at the thought of how to approach this. A pocket knife twirled around in his hand- now intended to possibly cut them out of the rope if they can’t do it themselves.

With some hesitation, he finally jumps down. Nervously he approaches within sight, although keeping a safe distance. He immediately raises his hands to show he means no harm.
”H-hey! Uhm, I am so sorry for the mix up! I was looking for wolves- but uh, unnatural ones? How do I explain this..”

His ears pin down and back in thought, looking back at the two in an apologetic manner. Watching their body language carefully to avoid any hostility- this must be their forest. There is definitely a pack nearby, so hurrying this up would be beneficial if he wanted to get out of this unharmed.
”I didn’t mean to intrude on your territory.. I‘ve got a few other traps but I swear I will remove them!! It’s only so I can find the.. ‘pack’ of wolves my mother had. Again, I am so sorry-“

What a mess he had gotten himself into. He just hopes they’ll let him help fix his mistake.
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more than okay!
Also sorry a small follow-up, your posts are always so fantastic to read, had to do it