Your OC Catches The OC Above!

   - sdhgcdhjdc ngl this is??? sending me??? honestly, good for Selene for being able to tolerate Fitzgerald like that... but also, damn right he should lose his walking privilege. it's the least he deserves for being a brat.....

Considering that the other party was literally eight feet tall, it would've been surprising if even a small, stupid ditz like Fitzgerald wasn't able to catch her in the blasphemous act of trying to eat up the box of tea biscuits he had left out for himself! Himself!

"Oh hell no, you're not going to get away with that!" he spat at her while storming into the room, arms fully extended as if he was a seagull ready to swoop in on this unexpected threat. "This is my shit! You're not going to steal those fucking biscuits from me anytime soon! They were for me! And..." The youth trailed off, allowing his initially roaring voice to diminish to a simmer as he glared at the demoness and gave her a more common pout. "... How the hell did you even get into this house?"

Imagine being ungrateful for not having to literally carry an inferi much taller than you.

Regardless of the answer (if one was given in the first place), Fitzgerald waved his hands out before spitting, "Listen, you have nooooo fucking idea how much I'll get in trouble if the owner of this house finds out that you not only infringed onto their property, but also... Stole some of their food!" Shut up, hypocrite. "You're lucky that I'm small compared to you, or I would've kicked your ass - at least verbally - by now, in all honesty. I was just about to eat these, or like... Feed them to the birds or something? You know those little songbirds and sparrows that hang around the woods outside of the house every so often? I was going to feed them those..."

This only would've been made worse if Fitzgerald actually went for the puppy eyes. But thankfully, he didn't. He was still a little bitch like before as he continued to sputter:

"I can take responsibility for you probably messing with the house's structure, but I won't stand for you eating the tea biscuits! Won't! I know I could see you eating them from a million miles away, and just... I want a box of them again! Buy one for me, as compensation! You ate through that one already, huh? I don't even know if they're that good by themselves! You probably need like... Tea or some shit to eat them properly! Did you even see the tea, or were the biscuits enough to catch your attention!? I mean, same, but-"

Suddenly, Fitzgerald ran out of breath and took in a sharp inhale, brows still furrowed. He genuinely meant all of that for once! Who cared if the other party would very much be able to kick his ass in a fight? Fitzgerald looked like a puffed-out seagull, ready to kick ass in return. Hopefully. His mind rushed with such adrenaline in this given moment that he likely wasn't even aware of the potential consequences, and that was - as always - a huge shame when it came to someone like himself.

"I won't stand for this transgression!" he exclaimed as if he was taking this as a form of personal attack, "Not one bit! So you better explain yourself at the very least, or else!"

in which Fitzgerald becomes "uwu angry" at a young person like a Very Mature Adult. here's.... a follow-up....

"Ah, there you are." Allegro walked besides Angie, smiling down at her only for her to seemingly avoid looking at him. He blinked, though didn't seem offended, instead choosing to look ahead as well. "Rock and roll," he said softly while listening to the radio. "You know, the first time I'd ever come to the city on my own, the first song I'd heard was rock and roll. Classic rock, actually. Highway to Hell, if I recall. I'd heard examples and studied it before, of course, but hearing it and not studying, absorbing it, was an entirely different thing for me. I enjoyed it. So forgive me for this sudden speech from a random man you've never met, but when I heard that playing on your radio the other day I wanted to listen to it and possibly know more about someone who was equally interested in it." He smiled lightly at her. "Well, I think a greeting is good enough for now. I hope to meet you more and talk about rock music in the future. In the meantime, I know of a place that does an... open mic night, of sorts, but with bands. I think I'll be there if you ever want to find me."
As he walked away, he thought about the young woman. She was interesting. Although she didn't show much emotion, he could hear plenty of it within her heartbeat. And that radio... There was something off about it...

What a radiant melody.

It was the first thought that came to mind upon hearing the soft hum of a lone voice. Echoing as if in a cathedral, this melody was home to a familiar voice, one he'd heard in his idle moments. The red haired vampire's steps were akin to a mouse: hushed, careful, meticulous, for he didn't wish to make a single sound and hardly wanted to interrupt. It was foolish, really. He knew that the other could hear him just fine. Perhaps even the slowest heartbeat couldn't trigger a reaction from him. Peeking through the frame of the door, Rowan set emerald eyes upon a figure with snow-white hair and closed hues as if there was not a single care in the world. Allegro was in his own world and it was nothing Rowan wanted to intrude upon. So, he listened closer until he was able to pick out the little details. The melody was relatively familiar to him and followed a pattern.

A-B-A-B-C-B. D flat minor. Crescendo and diminuendo. Key change to A flat minor.

He knew these things well in his time playing piano and so, he stepped ever so softly to the piano, looking towards the other as he sat down at the bench. The brief smirk on his face was enough to know that he'd heard Rowan but hadn't stopped to check who it was. The duet started soft, with the ginger trying to find his place to improvise behind the melody that Allegro so beautifully sang, his knowledge and studies of music theory coming in quite handy. While he was certainly not trained to sing, he dabbled in the practice from time to time. Rowan began his harmony during the chorus, making sure to look over at Allegro for cues and phrases to pause. Playing for him was reminiscent of playing for Magnolia but rather her being enchanted by him, it was he enchanted by Allegro's musicianship. The song lasted for five minutes, a decently long piece and musicians birthing beauty from the pure love of making music made it feel like one of the greatest moments for Rowan.

"Monsieur Allegretto," he spoke smoothly, putting the cover over the keys. "It's been a while, has it not? I was fortunate to have caught you singing. Hearing you is always such a wonderful experience. Do let me know when you're tutoring for violin or harp. I've been wanting to learn for ages."

(I was thinking this takes place when Magnolia was still human in case you were wondering)

What an unpleasant guest Lachlan was. Uninvited he chose to pay Delacroix manor a visit, uninvited and preferably unseen as he was only trying to catch a glimpse of its delicious inhabitants. Beautiful people he had only seen from afar, marveling at their appearance and wondering what he'll have for dinner. His last few meals have been mediocre and he was craving something special to tickle his taste buds.

Concealed by the dark of night he attempted to spy at Rowan and his personnel, choosing to first sneak into the garden to stalk his potential prey. He had no intention to feed this night, he was simply prepping his meal. Gathering information on their habits, their interests, how he would be able to allure and capture them so he could invite them to his home and avoid the mess. He had no idea the duke was a pureblood vampire, figuring that out without ever meeting him in person surpassed even Lachlan's senses. He only knew there was something special about him that he was ready to unveil. And it would happen sooner than he had expected.

To his surprise he found the duke in his garden with the maid by his side. Sitting inside a pavillon, hidden from curious eyes as long as they wouldn't trespass on their property. Lachlan eventually gave himself away as he wasn't able to conceal his scent from the nose of a skilled vampire but it was too late and he witnessed Rowan satisfying his hunger before his emerald green eyes were locked on Lachlans location. It was a shame the spider wasn't able to remain concealed but being exposed also had its perks as he enjoyed "socializing". He abandoned the cover of the gardens greens and revealed his large and hideous figure. And despite his lower half being that of a giant spider he still chose to dress well and wore a fancy shirt and jacket, showing that he cared about appearance even when he doesn't intend to be seen.

"I suspected you weren't like the rest of them but admittedly this was... unexpected. An interesting turn of events but also a shame. You might look delectable but I'm afraid you won't do", Lachlan smiled both with arrogance and disappointment as he was really looking forward to a new delicacy. But drinking vampire blood was out of the question.
Then his eyes shifted towards the beauty next to him. She was merely a maid, usually not worth his time or attention. But he couldn't help finding her quite appealing. He looked back at Rowan with a sinister expression yet not losing his elegant demeanor.
"Perhaps you're inclined to share?".

Philomena has never been a fan of bugs. She is not quite scared of them; she only saw them as a mere nuisance. Some bugs were fine to her, but a humanoid hybrid of eight-legged creepy crawlies? She'd rather turn and walk away; killing bugs felt like a crime to her.

She had finally encountered him during her stroll down town. Her curiosity got to the better of her as she saw the uncomfortable expression of those who passed her. Some of them almost looked petrified. However, Philomena shook this off until she abruptly stopped, finally discovering the whereabouts of the arachnid. She placed her hands on her hips and pouted.

"Excuuuuuuse me! You're in my way!" Philomena chuffed, getting his attention. Her pout intensified as he turned to look at her. However, the way he spoke had somehow intrigued her. It was almost as if she was put in a trance. However, upon noticing this, she shook it off.

"Hey! You better not be pulling any funny business! Are you trying to...kidnap me? You know, I know how to fight! If you lay your grubby fingers on me, I'm going to have to break one of those legs. I'm sorry, but that's the way that life works. You try to hurt me, and of course I'm going to act out."

Skinner swore that he saw the canine before, and no, the reasoning wasn't some weird space-time continuum that was being fucked up. It was, in fact, due to the fact that he remembered that a while back, he had encountered a canine with a similar appearance and... Totally identical personality. How bizarre! he thought with a raised brow, for he had to do a double take when he spotted her the middle of the foyer; even then, though, there was a part of him that viewed her as a stranger as he tip-toed in her direction, ever so carefully.

"How did you even get in here?" he asked her with a wave of his hand, "Don't tell me-" He interrupted himself to look over in the direction of his wife's study, then at the front door, which was... Unsurprisingly, left open. Then the older man remembered that just an hour ago, Brown had to ask him to help her haul a particularly large skull fossil through the door, and... Was that the reason why? "Darn," he told himself with a sniff before rubbing his hand against his chin.

"It's smart either way. Is this part of one of your stunts, or something like that? Like... One of your television shows, or whatever?"

Skinner gesticulated like a boomer trying to be hip and cool with the younger generation, and it was pretty fucking unsightly. Never do that again.

There was another pause before he hopped into the room, then settled himself close to one of the couches, leaning against the leg like - again - he was trying to be cool. But if anything, Skinner was just making sure she was still her usual self - not any more or less tense thanks to the new environment she was in.

"Though I must admit," he opined further with a wave of his hand, "I find it rather irrational for you to be going into a rich person's house when opulence is what you're trying to escape. I imagine it'd remind you a bit too much of your... Fame, yes? But... I get it. Maybe fame and opulence are two separate things, and you want the opulence minus the fame..." Huh. That was... Actually an interesting point. Skinner sniffed, then walked over to the couch so that he could sit on it. Was this what Brown was talking about when she always complained about those... Parties?

Parties...

A grin now expanding itself across his face, Skinner proclaimed with clasped hands, "Which is perfectly understandable! But... As you know, we do have a party later on! At this house!" Oh god. "You can go if you want; I don't think we're inviting anyone as long as they're not criminal, but... I think there's a way you can get involved without revealing your identity. How about you help the employees clean the house a bit? Hm? How about it? I think it's a good idea, really." No. No it wasn't. Stop.

after like. at least a month. I finally make a follow-up for ol' Skinner. thank you pickle for the necromancy...

"Skinner! Skinner!"
The princess ran to him as fast as she could, and when she stopped besides him it caught up with her. She doubled over and gasped to regain her breath, after a minute she was already standing tall with a bright smile on her face. "I'm glad I caught up to you!" she said. "I saw you from across the area! I didn't think it was you, but when I got closer I recognized you! I wanted to say hi."
Ah.
Running as fast as you could, across an undetermined patch of land to say hi? Oh Ennette, Ennette. How could you not think this over?! What kind of princess does something like that?! That's not ladylike at all, let alone something a leader for a country would do! You have to be strict! Fearless! Now look at you! You've made yourself look so silly, and in front of someone as sweet as Skinner! Oh Ennette, you absolute fool!
Her smile twitched at the mental scolding, though she perked when she remembered something important enough to push the criticism back. "Oh, that's right! I'd been meaning to talk to you," she said. "My dad is very grateful for you helping me when I was sick. He was so worried about me that I though HE might get sick!" she laughed lightly. "If you ever have the time, he said he wants to meet you and Brown and thank you both for your help! I hope you can make it, I'd love to show you around the castle. If you think Liszt is impressive, wait until you see my harp!" Her smile widened. "I remember you talking about seafood before, too. My home is near the sea, so we have seafood all the time! It'll be an all-you-can-eat buffet! Please do consider!"

Hearing the voice, Ennette squeaked and spun around, holding the sword defensively. "You," she hissed with narrowed eyes. She wasn't sure what happened that day her dad left with him for a walk. She knew he was going to talk to him about it, but she couldn't understand why they came back together! Happy!!
Upon Roswell's comment, she clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on the sword. She wanted to scoff at his comment. Just because he could trick her dad didn't mean she was as naive. Although she had to admit, she hadn't heard of anything being taken lately... No! Once a thief, always a thief! He was only being cautious right now, he'd steal again the moment her dad stopped watching!
When Roswell unsheathed his weapon, Ennette took a nervous step back, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the side of her face. To her surprise, though, he didn't strike at her, instead showing the functions of each part of the weapon-- the kram, he said. It was... amazing. There were so many aspects of it she hadn't considered, and many that made sense in hindsight.
The kram pointed at her, and Ennette quickly lifted the sword she hadn't realized she lowered. There was indeed plenty of anger inside her, but now she was conflicted. He was helping her... why? She shook her head. Maybe it was just another tactic. If he wanted a fight, then he'd get one!

"Well well, well, would yer look at dat," Roswell said. As he silently crept out of the shadows, a big almost greasy grin resting on his face.
"Watcha doin' with dat sword kid?" He dogged. It wasn't En's sword Enette was carrying. It was a practice sword, simple in design, light...But made of metal, not wood, ánd sharpened. Innocently Roswell lifted his hands. That same grin still on his face.
"Come now Enette, don't act surprised dat oi'm still here and don't wave dat metal at me. People can get hurt yer know and with people oi mean me: yer pah's gran' friend," he said. Pestered.
"Oi'm just showing me interest in yer hobbies 'ere. No more stealin' at least not from 'ere, not dat oi've stolen in de first place," nice recovery old man. 

"Listen, dose practice dummies aren't going to give yer a fair foight," Roswell continued. He unsheated his kram in a fluid motion. The curved dagger was maybe half the length of the practice-sword Enette was carrying, but it didn't seem to bother Roswell. He pointed the weapon back at her. 
"If yer want to learn 'ow to chase off thieves in yer kingdom, yer 'ave to learn how to fight one," Roswell said. He lowered the point of his kram, to show her the weapon. 
"Most of dem use similar weapons like dese. All though are krams pretty Kretts. Void, even de name is Kretts. But," Roswell let his finger tip the harden iron point in bedded in ivory at the back of it's handle. 
"We use dis to break upen window's, glass. But can use it in a foight as well, if yer floor someone yer can knock de lights out so to speak," Roswell continues. "So watch de end. De curve," he let his finger now trace the blade's curve without touching it. 
"Its for ropes, especially wallet ropes. Yer 'ook dem behind it and, rats, cut it loike butter. It determine de style of foightin' with such things too. Thieves can 'ook it under blades and misdirect the thrusts. Its mostly a weapon to deflect and creating opportunities. Yer need some dexterity while wielding this," Roswell explained. 

Then he lifted up de kram again. Its point pointing back at Ennette. 
"Sure yer want to unleash some, 'eld back anger at me kid," Roswell said. The greasy smile from earlier had changed in a teeth-baring grin. More like a twisted snarl. A challenge for sure.
If yer want to be a knoight yer better start learnin' 'ow those dud chunks of metal yer call a weapon work." 

--
Unlike what Ponzu Roswell hadn't seen her approach. He was too busy with observing this house, that he did not hear the demon's footsteps. That was, of course, until it was too late. Roswell had the feeling his heart stopped right there and then, but (un)lucky for him he'd kept on breathing.
"Void's arse!"  he cursed underneath his breath, "Void," he added softer as if to correct himself. "Stealin'? Me," slowly a smile formed on the startled face of the thief. "Aye oi loike de sound of dat deal," of course he did.
Don't worry about him swinging his weapon at you Ponzu. Roswell a) smelled money and was thus quickly convinced this partnership was a good deal and b) was more bark then bite. Or well, more smile then bite. As the slow-smile had turned itself into a grin.
"Alroight, listen," he said. Leaning into Ponzu's direction, "yer see dat house over der? De owner is out. Probably pokerin' and drinkin'. Oi wanted to sneak in from de back, big garden a lot of places to hide if we 'ave too.. And well, swoop in de nearest window and grab everythin' of value oi can find. Sounds easy hu? Easy as pie!"

Ponzu stifled a giggle, eyes boring into the back of the older man as she slowly crept up behind him. A thief, eh? Ponzu had been enjoying the nightlife when her incredible nightvision had landed her a new target for the evening. A thief and a prankster, what a meetup. Ponzu knew that he probably already knew she was there; he also probably knew that she knew that. But, even this was part of the game. One look at his face had told her plenty about the type of person she'd run into; an undoubtedly interesting target. 

So, tail swishing like a cat, Ponzu cheerfully pounced, carefully maneuvering her claws to avoid catching in his sleeve as she hooked her arm enthusiastically in his like they were out for a stroll. "Why helloooo!!" She greeted with a grin. "What are we stealing tonight, buddy?" The game of the evening was thievery. "I can tell you like bein' sneaky, and hey, I do too!! Let's collaborate! You can keep whatever we get, I'm just so boooored." Her manner of speech was casual and friendly, but there was a chaotic energy about her in the way she walked, the glint in her eyes; almost mania. Even if he had pulled out a weapon and stabbed her, she would have maintained her grin. She IS a demon, after all. A demon bred for war, in fact. So, she didn't have much to fear from mortal weapons.

A response to mah boi Roswell (above)

A response to the lovely Dolores (below)

RawrXD Please put more effort into your reply; even if it does technically satisfy the 3 sentence mark, it's still way too short otherwise ;___;

Edit: next poster please claim for @Pyntuma

A loud crash, then a clang, then several agitated barks from Poffin as she ran off towards the kitchen alerted Dolores from her slumber as she rubbed her eyes and absentmindedly muttered, "It's... It's not that early or late now, is it? The sun's not that bright at this time of day..." She trailed off as she got up to her feet and carefully steadied her posture before following the trail her dog had made in a frenzy. "Poffin, dear," sighed the elder, "You can't be so loud like that when guests are around. You know that's-"

"Aiiiie!"

When she had rubbed her eyes enough to make her vision clear, Dolores was already in the kitchen, and the first thing she saw was her cupboards all opened, and her pots and pans strewn throughout the hardwood floor. Oh, that's going to be such a mess to clean up! She held her hands to her face while looking around in utter dread, but... There wasn't any other room that got looted, with the exception of one of the windows being opened... And probably letting in a lot of snow and cold drafts in the process. Great.

Her dog continued to bark while the older woman carefully stepped her way past the fallen utensils, then closed the window, before proclaiming, "Goodness... If one needed to ask me to stay for a night, they could've just knocked on the door-" Her little frustrated remark was interrupted as Poffin growled and tugged at... Something. Dolores winced, but then looked over at the source of the sound to finally realize that her terrier was confronting the intruder firsthand. A not-exactly-human, seemingly harmless intruder, to say the least.

Expecting some hardened criminal to come steal her possessions, then kick her ass, Dolores sighed before stepping towards the unexpected guest and asking, "You're not here to take anything, are you? Not that I should be asking, but..." Looking down, she could still spot Poffin giving one of the other party's sleeves another tug, before stepping back; even then, the dog's ears remained pinned back against her head while she lingered close to the elder. "... I apologize for my dog. She's not a guard dog by any means, but... You're not here to cause any harm, are you?"

"I can clean up the mess myself, by the way!" added the former maid with a laugh... Despite literally having nothing to do with how the clutter was made in the first place. Poor Dolores. "I just... I just wish you at least went in through the door..." Nice. She chewed on her lip before reaching a hand to gently stroke the sleeve the dog had tugged on, just to make sure the fabric was still in decent condition. "Again, I do apologize for my dog. She's not normally this aggressive, you know..."

She paused for a moment before brightening up and offering with a smile, "Oh, um... By the way, while you stay here and wait for the snow to subside... Do you want some cake? It's not fresh, unfortunately, but... It's still in good condition. I've been baking more often lately, you know. For some of my friends in the lowlands. You can try some if you want, of course... I just don't want it to go to waste!"

Dolores is still.... the tiniest bit dumb, as a treat. or maybe she's being too nice to Otto and her collection of "questionable" friends in general. who knows.

follow-up time.... :)c

In an ideal world, Otto did not exist. Alas, the man currently stalked the middle corridors of the estate. He found it a pain in the ass to go here, and there, and everywhere just to get to his office, and he cursed whichever late kin of his built the château centuries ago for not having convenience in mind. It felt like every three to five years, he was reminded of a room in the manor that he either forgot or simply didn't even know existed, though he liked to think he had most of the rooms and their locations down pat.

For example, he was pretty sure the room he heard shuffling from was the upper library. [Holy fucking shit who needed two libraries in their house?] So, he inched cautiously towards the door, taking pause before silently pushing it open to find... an old woman. The former maid who he was trying to turn back into a maid, actually. He pushed the door in further, and this time it whimpered an annoying creak. It sounded like a dying cat, which now that he thought about it, didn't spell anything good for his oldest retainer.

Wow, he really hoped her cats weren't dead or anything.

"Did you get lost, or do you just like to read?" Otto asked the elderly woman with a bit of laughter. He stepped farther into the room, the door shutting behind him with one last, miserable wail. "You can admit to the former -- sometimes I regret the loss of staff when I returned to this place. It's made navigating the manor difficult even years later."

"I thought you were one of my children, though." he added, "My younger son visits here after his studies to tear through the texts, and my younger daughter... is smart, and she likes to read, but she's not as studious, you know?" And the other three are a potential band kid and a girl with severe anger management problems and a pre-fetus. All of Otto's children suck. Imagine having kids.

The nobleman walked closer, coming to a stop by the bookcases. He gazed upon the glass, catching sight of his reflection, and in that second pausing to caress the side of his stubbled face. He wished he would grow a beard already, but then he would probably hate it.

"There is a guest bedroom here on the second floor, if you would like to use it." he offered, "And, if you want, you may take whatever books from here to there." Another pause. He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "Though, it's still a bit of a walk... I love this place, miss, I really do, but let me say that your house is much more forgivable, even when high in those mountains..."

i will hopefully write a follow-up post!

Kao watched as Zaleos was falling over after tripping and such, Kao, being the Dalmatian he was, quickly caught them. He set them propped up and smiled, tail wagging. “Don’t fall next time!”