Your OC Catches The OC Above!

There was a dangerous looking being wandering along the outskirts of their land. At least, that is what they had told Umi. They had sent the man to check on the lone invader, knowing that any person native to the lands of, and even surrounding, Vrafik would turn tail and flee upon seeing a powerful man donned with a red hooded cape. Umridun had even put his hood on and had brought his favourite axe with him on the trip just to seem a bit more intimidating.

But, there was no dangerous looking being to be found. He approached the being with confidence akin to airheadedness and allowed his hood to fall. 

"Tiny man!" He called out gallantly, thrusting his axe-wielding hand into the air. "Or, mustached-woman? Big mustache for such a woman! No, 'tis a man!" He stopped before the man and peered down at him with a curious expression one might link to a dog tilting its head and perking its ears. "Why is tiny man here by himself? 'Tis dangerous, yes, someone else will kill you. Bergvid would kill you." Umi laughed loudly and bumped the mans shoulder with his fist, without taking heed of the strength and size difference between the two men, like one would do to a close pal. He seemed not to notice, nor mind, if the other man was put off by this interaction. "Bergvid would kill anything, yes?" He spoke as if this man might know of the so-called killer Bergvid.

Umridun's eyes widened as if he just remembered that he was supposed to be shooing this 'dangerous being' away. "Ah, tiny man must go." He said, grabbing him by his shoulders and forcefully turning him around. "This way's Scylfing-" He pointed behind himself, where he came from. "That way's Uthralla-" He pointed to his left. "That way's Kragmieh." He pointed to his right. "All will kill tiny man if he goes. Forward, there, is Vrotmuill. Boats there, mead, too. 'Tis good, go there. Not here. Goodbye, tiny man!" Umi stood and waved rather girlishly till the man began to walk, acting as a physical barrier between the other and the land behind him.

There were always those who stood out in a city like a sore thumb, after all, not everyone was meant for city life, but if those people stood out like a sore thumb, Umridun stood out like a severed limb. He may have been tall and strangely dressed, but that would only deter people for so long. The poor man didn't realize it, but he was one big walking target and at this point was already being watched.  If he had allowed himself to relax, he might find himself caught off guard very soon. Hopefully not getting himself hurt in the process...

"Hello! Never seen you before." A voice chirped from behind. He wouldn't have a chance to turn around before the tiny teenager practically bounced in front of him. With an enthusiastic wave, they waved brightly, looking him up and down. "No offense, but you look pretty out of place here, dressed like that," with this, they gestured up and down, grin never wavering. "You might want to be careful, someone might think you're not used to the area and try to start something." The teenager continues to examine the older man intently, a thoughtful expression crossing their face.

"You know, you've got a really kind face." Chance noted. "I think it's the eyes mostly..." They pause for a moment, seeming to think, before carefully taking a bit of his cape in their hands and tugging gently, careful not to actually make contact with his skin. "Hey, you should come with me. My boyfriend's around the same size as you, you'd probably fit into his clothes and I don't think he'll mind. I think it'd be better if you wore something more ah, appropriate to the area. If you blend in, people might be more likely to leave you alone, and that's less of a hassle." They gently tug the cape again, watching him expectantly. "C'mon, let's go."

She was just walking home. Couldn't she just buy a bag of groceries without something being in her way? Guess not, as the person in front of her was walking really slowly. Fresa tapped their shoulder. They turned around and both were startled, as Fresa realized they were a ghost and they realized they were half-cat. Chance was the first to recover though.

"Y-you're a cat...?" Chance asked. The humanoid looked like a cat, but also human, but also not...? They were a bit confused.

"Yeah, and a slime, your point?" Fresa was a bit scared of the ghost, but she didn't want to seem that way.

"Alrighty then, uh...can I pet you?"

Fresa was a bit annoyed. "No thank you, I was just trying to get by." She pushed past Chance, who received a chill from Fresa's ice powers activating, and otherwise was just standing there, sad that this cat, like most others, didn't care for them very much.

Starting by fixing the boat-hat on his crescent shaped head, Watson was ready to go out and venture. Along with his little brown friend, sherlock. The day was surely a nice day for him to venture along with his bunny who clings beneath his scarf. The blue gradient of the sky, the dancing green grass, and the breath of fresh air- but wait! There was more into it than a breath of fresh air. A scent that can be found in a fruit and makes you think of the colour red. A smell so sweet that acts as if it's a sirence voice. A fragrance that would rise one's curiosity.

Watson and Sherlock had fell for the fragrance of a strawberry. Despite Watson's lack of a nose, he can still smell it. Just like other no-nosed celestial. Before he noticed, his little friend had gone to the source of the smell. "Hey! Wait up!" The small crescent child said as he followed the hopping creature. His blue scarf flutters when he skips. Watson was confused and surprised. Infront of him, there was a strange creature he had never seen before. Their hair was pink with... a horn? A cat ear with a teletubbies antenna? He can't really grasp on what it is but he sure know that she was eating some berries. Sherlock somehow doesn't mind and ends up joinning the creature on her happiness

"Hey you! What are you doing?!" Watson yelled at the slime cat-girl thing with a pouty face, hands crossed. Why is it that his buddy joins with a person they both dont know? Though upon further inspection, she seemed harmless. Even his small buddo finds comfort by staying with her. But Watson has a slight worry about his and Sherlock's safety. But, but! Fresa was so cute he couldn't resist to snag Sherlock and run away. So, with his uncontained curiosity, he said "What's your name? And what are you?" The second one doesn't seem appropriate enough but he didn't care that much.

"Gotcha!!" Nukala eagerly caught the mysterious moon child in his arms. Watson, understandably, seemed upset about this. "H-Hey! Calm down!" Nukala said with worried eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to look at you!" He loosened his grip, but still had his hands on Watson's shoulders so he could keep a good eye on him. "I've never seen anything quite like you before." Nukala said as he studied Watson's peculiar-shaped head. 

"Can you grant wishes?" He asked. "I've heard that if you catch a star, it'll grant a wish! Does that rule also apply to moon people?" He tilted his head. "Did you fall here from another dream? Are you from reality's moon??" Nukala eventually let go of Watson, smiling nervously. "Ah... sorry! I'm being rude, aren't I? Making such ridiculous assumptions, chasing you around thinking you can grant wishes... I'm not exactly used to socializing with people." He stepped back. "Run along, now! But be careful out there. There may be others who think they can get wishes by snatching you up." He tapped his hoof. "Sorry for being selfish..."

The fawn had been in the corner of her eye for a few blocks now. After a takedown of some criminal in public, there would often be witnesses, or even crowds. This was a particularly populated area, and Pacify had just turned in an armed robber to the police. A couple people watched with interest, and some congratulated her. But after awhile, they dispersed, and allowed her to carry on with her day. But not the little stag, who followed behind her from a distance, naively thinking that she could see them.

She sighed. Pacify wasn’t exactly used to any star struck fans— which is what this kid seemed like. He certainly didn’t look like a dengerous criminal, so she wasn’t too worried about it. It was fine.

Turning on her heel, she called out to the stranger. He was hiding behind a building. “Hey!” She exclaimed. “You don’t need to feel like you have to hide. It’s more suspicious if you do.”

He poke his head out from around the corner.

“Nice to meet you, kid.” Pacify said gently. “Stop following me.”

"Oi, what the heck are you doing?"

Frankly, it was more like Pacify caught her - she was digging into Aiz's big pile of berries, which she was about to eat. She explained that there was someone in the pile, which Aiz thought was preposterous.

"You just want those berries to yourself!" Aiz stormed over to Pacify and tried to pull them away from the pile, to no avail, as she insistedthat therewas someone inside.

"Fine, but if you take any of those, especially the cherries, I will find you."

It wasn't unheard of that things, 'disappeared', in Roswell's soup kitchen. But the amount of food, that just went up in air, was.. A lot recently. 

With his gun loaded, his breathing under control, Roswell hide in the storage unite. Ready to catch this so-called food-thief. Don't get Roswell wrong, he likes competition, thievery and sneaky individuals like himself. He just doesn't like being robbed blindly. So he waited, and waited, until this mysterious stranger appeared. 

Roswell had expected it to be a kid, a hungry orphan that would share is unfairly gotten loot with his hungry orphan friends. But it wasn't a child, or. A human to be exact. It was.. A cat?

The Great Roswell Butcher, the king of thieves and baggers, was bested, over and over again, by a cat. With his gun waving in the air, Roswell left his hiding place. 

"Oi! Feck off!! Get yer own food you Fecker!"

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Roswell summed down in his chair back home. His head resting in his hands.

First a cat, and now he got bested by a fastfood- employer. 

Hey there fizz!

"A͓͢ ̙͕̝̦h̳̺̱̟̠̗̝͞e͔̱̞̻̺̝͜r̫̫̮͜o͍.̷͖͔̰͓͍̘ ̮̜̘͈͇̫͈Ș͎̻̥ţ͖̠͙͕̼̗̰e͈̬͚̜͟a̴l̜͎̼̭̥̕i̹̬̼͙̲̳̦n͈͇̟͈̮g̛͎ ͉͡f̙͇̫̬̱̖̹r̢̩o̘͕̜̦̥̜͜ḿ̰̞ ̷̜̦M̳͔̺͝Y̝̥͉̫̩̩͘ ̬̣̟́S̳̝͍͎͟T̫ͅO͚̭Ṟ̛̼̘̖E!̷̳̩̪" 

The world was frozen in time, drained of all colors except for white, black, and gray. People were stuck in mid-movement, mid-talk; there was even a drink that had been spilled yet the liquids gushing out of it were suspended in air.
The only ones untouched by this freeze was the cause of it all, and a young boy running for his life.
The boy couldn't be more than a high school freshman, with a loaf of bread stuffed between his arm and his side. Was it to feed a homeless person? Perhaps out of sheer hunger? Whatever the case it resulted the same: stealing. And there was no justification for that in the manager's eyes.
Lucifer wobbled to a stop as he found himself at a dead end. Or it may have seemed that way to his chaser, but this was perhaps a blessing in disguise. The wall of the store. And at the very top were beams he could use to run across and get to the window all the way back near the front exit. This could work.
It was as if he had climbed the wall before, he knew all the crooks he could grab onto and all the poles and machines he could climb onto. He was scaling it so fast, he could practically see the top-
Until a giant, black and red eye appeared right above him to stare down at him. Lucifer hesitated, losing his grip and falling off the wall, but before he could splat against the floor several hands caught him. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at the devil of a manager, several floating eyes surrounding the demon and several transparent arms sprouting out of his body. Only two arms weren't holding him, and they were crossed.

"Y̞̘̳̱̲̼o̢̩͔̟u̳͚'̴̮r͍̘̠͖̲͓e̩͕̜̲͕ ̛̤͎̞͙̩n̛̫̖̥̗ͅo̪t̯̪͓̫̻̗ ge̝̦̰̠̖ṭ̴̥t͍̺̘i͓̣n͈̖g͕̮̫͇͈͘ ̖̰̝͎̼̟ͅout̨̻̭͉̤̗̥͕ ̙̹͎͝o͎̭f͎͠ ͓̟h̡͉͚̳̪͚͚ͅȩ̰r̩̹͢ͅe̤̞͈͍ ͙̹̤th̸̼̩͙̦̲̤̤a̫̯̦͉̭̳t̫̝͙̹̣ ͍̱e̤̪̘a̝̪̞̣͈͙͖s̩͚i̲͇̘̞̦l̟̱͎̮͚̠y̧.̨"

Manual bump, skip me

“Get the fuck back here!” Yuuto grabbed the other-worldly being by the wrist in a vice grip, refusing to let go. “It’s only... A Dollar!” 

The red haired man seemed to only scoff at him while the employee grabbed the candy bar out of his hand. What could a mere human do to someone like him anyways? How wrong he was.

As much as he could, he struggled to pull himself out of Yuuto’s grip, seemingly dragging him back into the convenience store of that which he worked in. They entered the back room, another employee taking over for Yuuto’s shift while he took care of the thief. 

“Alright... Lets get this straight. I have no idea where you’re from or who you are. But stealing will always be a crime that I hate.” He sighed, hand on his hip while his other reached out towards the red-haired dace. “Just give me a dollar, dude. Then you’ll be on your way. Okay?” 

Doubt floated around the store aimlessly, waiting for someone to enter. Occasionally it would knock down items to lay in their spots. Its ears perked up as it “caught” its victim. White hair on a young looking human? Odd to say the least, perhaps that is how it can insert doubt? Most humans do just want validation from others. It waited for the man to clean up the knocked over liquor before it came closer, close enough to whisper.

“you are so bad at Japanese I doubt anyone can understand you, did your extended family even understand you? What if you mispronounced something, said something offensive and now they hate you?” It whispered before floating away.

It watched the man frantically glance around for the source of the intrusive voice. Doubt waited until he stopped searching to speak again.

“you know your “friend” at school, he did seem to be mocking something or someone earlier. Was it you? Your family? If you ask him he may lie…” it said.

Silently it floated out of the store.

Phobos never had this kind of thoughts constantly, or the sound of whispering. He'd thought, "when did the last time i had this thoughts after school?" The answer is none, he had never had this kind of contemplation after school. No no no, he didn't need this kind of thoughts, especially walking home from school! He was supposed to be relaxing, why is he suddenly so anxious? It's as if the clouds from the sky had came down and crowded his face. A cloud of doubts

All the clouds of whispering doubts depresses him into a paranoid state. The first thing he did was to stop. It didn't stop the paranoia, however. he looked around carefully if someone or something is following him, watching him, making him restless. He looked up, down, side to side and around. Finally, he saw who was responsible for this. A creature he had never seen. A purple like creature floating around with it's sharp fang, smirking and whispering.

"Somekind of troublemaker spirit huh" He said as he looked at the creature with his squinting eyes, hands grazping his bag. "That was quite unpleasant, mr spirit guy. Now, can you please go away somewhere far? Or maybe disturb someone else?" But he knew and he doubt despite the sudden missing of paranoia. He still stayed in his stance, waiting for the soaring creature makes a decision. The right decision, hopefully

Soul holds Phobos upside down by the foot and does a victory pose, "WAHAHA!! I FINALLY CAUGHT A-- heeyy wait a minute...."

She does a full examination of Phobos and drops him on the ground.

"Ah.. Woopsie! You don't look like a human at all! Oh no! Sorrryy!! You see, this trap was SUPPOSED TO catch humans! Not.... Cheese? so that way the human can be my friend and listen to me talk and learn about them because they always run away! But it seems that, to my surprise, I caught a walking alive cheese instead!" Soul makes a sad whimper in disappointment, but then looks surprised "Wait a minute.... you're not a cheese at all!!! You're from the sky! You're THE cheese in the sky! FROM SPACE!" Soul gasps and jumps around in excitement while waving her hands "ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! I'm such a HUGE fan!" Soul hugs Phobos "THAnk you... for existing.... I can't live without you!!!" Soul shifts her tone to a more slightly serious tone "No, literally, I'm being serious. I can't." Soul puts phobos on the ground and acts bubbly again "Thank you for your time space sky cheese! Sorry but I have a human to catch! Hope you understand! Also, please please please make it night forever pleaaaase!!!! the sun burns and mean on my skin!!! ok now buh-byeeeee!!!" Soul flies away.