Your OC Catches The OC Above!

Posted 5 years, 9 months ago (Edited 3 years, 14 days ago) by celestiials
Feel free to bump this thread! I have bump notifs disabled so you can bump it if needed.

(not sure how to word the title //sweats)

But anyways, first forum game, woohoo-
The scenario is that your OC catches the above OC after running after them, or it could just be something like catching the OC above redhanded in the act.

What does your OC do? Give a gentle admonishing, a more blunt verbal beatdown, or something more... physical?
Onto the rules so this doesn't descend into chaos:


  • If any issues arise, PM me! Rules may be subject to change.
  • (New) Don't post characters that are only visible to authorized users/only visible to you; the only exception is if you have an access key, but otherwise please don't, it ruins the game flow.
  • (New) On the same vein, do not post any characters without a bio. If you do, you will be skipped.
  • Put any sensitive content under a spoiler or black it out, like this. Please make sure the text color and the background color are the same!!
  • Please, nothing sexual/NSFW; I am a minor and I can't mature this thread, so PG-13 at most.
    • Romance is allowed though (though i'm not sure if that'll ever come in this thread), but no romantic adult/minor interactions. If I catch this, I will immediately ban you.
  • Please put effort in your responses, make your response at least 3 sentences long. No cookie-cutter responses either.
  • Edited rule: Please don't get violent unless the above person is alright with that.
  • For now there's no "Wait X posts before posting again" rule since I don't know if this is going to be popular or not, but if this becomes popular then I'll add one.

Example posts (please don't copy my bad examples lmao):

User 1: *posts IC as Hermes* lol first fite me
User 2: *posts IC as Raphael* "What the- give me that scalpel back, Hermes! You're gonna hurt someone with that!"
User 3: *posts IC as Tsuko* "Wait, why am I going after you? Uhhh... is going back to whatever I was doing an option? No?"


Ban list. This thread will operate on a "3 strikes and you're out" basis, though I may ban you immediately depending on what you did.

None, let's keep it that way.


Alright, let's start. I'll be sacrificing Hel.
Major violence is OK, but please put it under a spoiler or black it out.

If you want, you can just claim a spot and skip me.

Viana Medal JacobToonz

OP: Hi there! I really enjoyed reading your character's bio and I hope I was able to do her justice. This was a lot of fun to write out!

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It had been a weird set of events for Viana Medal. Earlier in the afternoon, she had seen it fit to go out for a nice stroll. The sun was shining, the breeze was crisp, and the world shined with pure autumn bliss. It all seemed quite noble, and as Viana glanced at the sky above her, she smiled, a successful day for the hopeful violinist.

And then, she heard the rustlings. Viana paused, her eyes tapering both sides before pressing on, only for the rustles to return. As leaves were swept aside and bushes swayed about, Viana kept her eyes peering for any strange activities. "Hm, curious." She thought to herself, as she kept walking. Surely it was all a trick played by the wind to throw her off. A comical ploy, a cheap laugh. Viana broke out a smirk as if to scold Mother Nature for her tricks.

Unfortunately for Viana, Mother Nature had not come armed with any surprises. In fact, she hadn't even prepared a cloud in the sky. Instead, the rustles from the bushes gave away to a mousey figure, shuffling away from her hiding spot as she tip-toed behind the proud student. J tried her best to match Viana's poise, standing upright with her chin up and hands upright, but in truth, it came off as a carbon copy, a mere imitation of the original, as J struggled to keep pace, something that was not helped by the unusual heat now felt on Viana's back.

Viana paused, her eyes darting towards her back, eyebrows penciled as she spotted J, white shirt, red hair, and several stitched-on leaves. She turned her head over, staring at the unusual woman, blinking several times to truly gauge the scene. 

"May I help you?" Viana asked.

J merely stared, her expression vacant.

"I'm assuming not."

Viana sighed, turning on her heel.

"Well, I'd best be off. You have a nice day...whoever you are."

With that, Viana sauntered away, J watching on, a small frown entering her face. She had only known Viana for a few seconds, but in that time, J had found an emerald in the sea of diamonds, smart, elegant, graceful, all things J could have been in a different life. Yet, never was. Several questions popped into her head, "Who was she? Why did she seem so normal? Was there any past trauma? What was she hiding?" A toothy smile soon grew on J's face as she stepped back.

Viana lightly hummed to herself, marching in rhythm to the crackle of fallen leaves from her boots, taking in all the sights of the Autumn afternoon. The auburn leaves, the brisk winds, the nifty temperatures, and the sound of multiple patters from the ground.

Multiple patters from the ground?

Viana peered over her shoulder, her eyes widening upon finding the same mousey girl with a near-demented smile on her face, her arms extended to their fullest degree as she sprinted toward Viana's direction. Any other human being would have run for the hills by that point, but Viana was limited in terms of speed. With J's presence looming large, Viana spun around and ran toward her as fast as she could, jumping up in the air and kicking J right on the nose, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Several minutes later, J woke up among a pile of leaves, weary and confused. She pressed her hand up on her nose, light traces of blood seeping from her.

"Your nose was hit rather hard by the impact."

J blinked several times, her eyes motioning for a cold voice.

"It should heal in a couple of days. But that's not important now, is it?"

J soon caught a glance at the woman she tried to capture, staring back down at her with icy green eyes, arms crossed, and an unimpressed sneer.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions," Viana said.

"I'd be doing the same if I were you," J replied back.

Viana stepped towards J, examining the damage she had done. "First, I'd like to know what your name is."

"J."

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all."

Viana looked away from J, taking in a deep sigh before resuming.

"Where do you live?"

"I live in a small Sect out in the Red Zone." Viana mused, giving a small nod. Clearly, then, this woman had seen her fair share of oddities in her life.

"What was your intention in regards to meeting me?"

"To know you better." 

Viana raised an eyebrow, causing J to raise her arms up in defense.

"I-I'm serious! You seem so regal and refined, I wanna know how you came to be that way!"

Viana's stare hardened further, all this for a simple question? Surely, this was nothing more than a waste of her time.

"Discipline, manners, and practice, all things you clearly seem to lack." Viana rubbed her hand under her chin. "Really, if you had wanted to know, you could have just asked instead of using me as a tackling dummy."

"How was I supposed to know you were gonna run my way?" J asked, defiant in her charges.

"You weren't. I found the one loophole in your plan and exploited it. Really, I don't know what you were expecting."

"Well, I still want answers!"

Viana closed her eyes, her head looking up toward the sky as she clenched her fists. Unbelievable. This random person was threatening to spoil Viana's afternoon with a barrage of silly questions. No doubt they would be life-changing to this clearly troubled specimen, but to her, they were nothing more than foolish thoughts conjured up by a confused child.

That was when she got an idea, one that would save her from further tedium. 

"Actually, J, I have to take care of an errand. Would you be a good girl and wait right here until I return?"

"Uh, sure?" J scratched her head, nodding.

"Splendid," Viana smiled. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

With that, Viana took her leave, J remaining sprayed out on the pile of leaves. Once she was far enough away from the cult spawn, Viana let out a small chuckle. celebrating her triumph over J with an added pep in her step. Now, Viana could finally return to her afternoon walk, free from worry or strife. Sure, there was the possibility that she was a marked woman by whatever sect nursed that person, but for now, she was a free woman.

And as for J? She remained in that pile of leaves, still steadfast and sure that Viana would maintain her word, even as the stars came to light up the night sky and she could barely keep her eyes awake. J was convinced that soon, Viana would return and tell all her secrets. When that happened, J would have the pathway to further success and glory.

She never did return from that errand.

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NP: Have fun with capturing Viana! All I ask is if it's not too gory (blood is fine).

Bucket Fullo Bolts lezbtron

"Oh! There it is!" The robot would yell aloud , most likely surprising the human that stood out in the open. Bucket would let out an alarmed beep before hesitantly grabbing the girl and tackling her to the ground, softly, though. If the girl was human then Bucket knew that she should be a little courteous of the being's weaknesses , namely the fleshy shell of the human. 

Bucket had read somewhere that humans were quite fragile creatures and she didn't feel like trying to test it out. 

This was a retrieval task , not an eliminating one! Plus she technically wasn't even supposed to be helping with a task like this. Regardless , she'd inspect the organic and scan them over , her circuitry sending notes about the other lifeform to her motherboard. 

How .. interesting.

"Apologies for the sudden apprehension , but an organism like you has no place on a planet like this!" Her tone was sincere and it was clear she was trying to be polite despite the situation. "Is your .. hide damaged? I didn't intend to harm you , organic lifeform , but if I did please inform me!" She beeped, loosening her grip on the girl but not enough that she could flee. 

"Apologies as well if I'm being a bit – too formal? First time meeting an organic , perhaps it would've been more peaceful on different terms .." She tssked as she stood up, helping Viana up. "Though on the current note, I've gotta take you to our leader! I'm sure your presence has already freaked the small robot population completely out , and we don't want panic arising!" Bucket would give Viana a polite yet embarrassed look, the press would be out of control with this one. 

"I'm sure you understand, and hey , I'm sure our leader won't be awful about you!" She squeaked while trying to be reassuring, if it even worked. "Aha , anyway, come along now! If you resist you might be prone to meeting bots that aren't as sparing as me ! We take human invasions pretty seriously here .." The bot huffed , attempting to brush off the severity. 

Regardless of what Viana thought , the robot would drag her along. 


no: do whatever , just note bucket bleeds oil and not blood , reading her profile would be appreciated :p

Barnabas Lattskull

[Edit: Apologies!!! I am somewhat new to long forum games and didnt know about godmodding! So sorry, i hope that i got bucket's personality right]

This was quite.... something..... He had found this warforged looking thing walking around in the castle's halls. How it got in the castle in the first place was a mystery to him but he was not going to let this potential threat come to his king. Tied to a chair, he ensured that its arms were secure enough to be unable to extend like it did back in the halls with a messy combination of ropes and chains. Pointing a sword at its glowing face, he starts his inquiries with a thick undercommon accent.

"How did you get into the castle? the doorsmen said they didn't see anyone come through the main doors..... the windows?? ....through the cisterns???? ..........magic?"

In a cheerful but clearly unnatural tone that would have unnerved other normal men, the robot replies, "Magic? OH! what organics used to call things that they do not understand!!!!! Initiate laughter response.... AHAHAHHA! ..... I did not come from magic, organic lifeform! I actually came form the highly secretive project known as Project 005478!! or the Go Back into the Past Machine! Pal says its a working title... I was the volunteering test subject for this project and well.... i think i got sent far far into the past w-" It continued to ramble on, unaware that the knight had been unable to keep up with all the information that they've just dropped on him.

As the machine kept on talking, Barnabas had started circling it. Unsure if the chipper demeanor is some kind of trick or this thing was just that happy despite the situation, He decided it was the former. There was no way any being should be this happy..... 

Remembering what he had overheard once by other people before, one way to truly understand the workings of a warforged was to open it up completely, part by part. Using his sword, he pried the back panel of Bucket's head revealing a very intricate and complex collection of panels and wires that he has never seen before. "Hey! hey! please do not touch that! Only my partner PAL has clearance to go rummagin-"

Too late, Barnabas had pulled out a small but important piece of plastic from their head, shutting down a major function of their software and essentially leaving buckets unable to function properly. Ignoring this, Barnabas continues to pull out pieces from their head, still convinced that there must be a magic orb in it for him to find and use to understand this warforged better...... now Buckets' is no longer, well, they're no longer until they're pieced back together..... but that may take a long long time


@np: he would fight dirty and will try to escape every chance he gets

Illanya Mariold HardyLark

(you’re totally good, it’s kind of an unspoken rule that not everyone knows coming into the long form games! I just wanted to make sure you heard just in case you hadn’t yet! Your writing is very nice though and I can’t wait to see you around more!^^)

ANYWAYS, ahem, Spoiled for some mild violence and stuff, the knights are fighting hehe (sorry it took so long, i got way preoccupied aaaa)

Illanya spits out blood, grimacing from the bruises and injuries that covered her. She's certainly dealt with difficult individuals before in capturing them, but this Barnabas was certainly something different. From knight to another, she would've hoped he would've taken the capture with grace and dignity. What occurred was far from that. It had been a brutal battle, but one she prevailed with. She'd hoped it would've been the end of it. Of course, he just had to bite her hand when she was fastening his restraints.

"What the fuck, are you actually insane?!" She growls, impatience and a nasty temper finally drawing out of her in exasperation. This was ridiculous. The assignment wasn't one she'd really wanted to take anyway and it was quickly becoming not worth any money. Not that she had much of a choice, this was official knightly business that needed to be attended to. Even if she loathed this entire situation already.

Still, perhaps she should have been better prepared. The intel she had mentioned that this knight was a bit of a loose cannon, but she never would have assumed it to be at this level. For a moment, though, the pain from him biting her and the blow to her pride is enough to wear her patience down. It only snaps when a dagger she'd missed in her pat down strikes her in the side. The armor prevented the worst of the damage, but he still gets a good lick in. Illanya's hand immediately grips his wrist and wrenches the weapon out of her side. The wound begins to ooze blood, but her exposed arm immediately presses against it. A paladin's magic had to be good for something, after all. It's only as she begins to twist his wrist that her hand falls away from the wound he'd left, the injury mostly healed over, at least enough to stop the bleeding. She doesn't immediately say anything, only winding back her fist and driving it into his face once, twice, thrice until she pauses. For a second, there's an irrational anger and rage clear in her expression but it eases away slowly. It wasn't worth the trouble she might get into for striking him unfairly.

With a tsk, she wrenches the knife from his hand and tosses it aside, standing up to her full height. "Sir Barnabas, from this moment forward you are considered a prisoner of war by the Kingdom of Arlin." Her voice quivers in anger, something that she seems to pause and take a slow breath to soothe. "It will be in your best interests to come quietly, lest anything further untoward happens to either of us." The Arlinian knight, crouches down to eye level with him and tilts her head. The look coming from her green-gold eyes is hard and barely containing the frustration that had shown itself earlier. 

"Is that understood?"


@ NP: Illanya has the Prince Consort, a fella named Aelon Harrow after her, as well as having made a few considerable enemies in her time traveling around. Could also capture her to hold her for ransom or something. She is kind of a noble woman. Anything is cool tbh, just have fun with it!^^