Bump :)c!
Please tell me if this thread has been done before!
Basically, here's how this works:
Character 1: John and the oc below have to work together to kill evil guy #470!
Character 2: "Hey john how u doin" "hey bob how u doin" *smashes evil guy with a hammer while john yeets the evil guy across the city* Bob and the oc below have to work together to rebuild bob and co!
and so on..
yeah
Quick rules, should be pretty normal to you guys by now:
1. No going NSFW! Keep the thread clean please <3
2. Only post your character once every 3 posts!
3. Try to put effort into your response! (at least 5 sentences!) basically, you can't just do- CHARACTER: *helps person to defeat x*
4. If your request is story specific, make sure you explain!
5. You must post IC! (duh)
6. Try to include a balance of the oc above and your oc!
7. HAVE FUN!
You get 2 warnings! Afterwards you're banned from the game! Please don't harrass any of the people mentioned on this list.
Nobody has been banned yet! Let's keep it that way.
Tips for your writing! You don't have to do any of these, but it makes it more interesting for everyone involved!
1. How did your oc get into this situation? Explain.
2. Does your character know where they are?
3. Why does the above character want help?
4. Does your character have trouble helping out? maybe they aren't too great at socializing.
Lets start off with Colin!
The oc below must work together with Colin to sell newspapers!
The last time the scientist had encountered the Easterling, he was absolutely convinced that she'd beat his ass into a pulp through a fistfight. Let's just say that impression was maintained even now, thanks to the fact that he likely felt threatened by her very request: deliver this not-at-all suspicious package to this not-at-all suspicious person. She likely didn't even intend to be that menacing, especially since the man had no weapons or weird animals of his own, but the guns conveniently stowed in her pockets quickly made the middle-aged man raise his hands and state, "Ummm... Sure, miss!"
But it'd still be no surprise if the man decided to ditch halfway through, huh.
His eyes darted all over the place as he trotted alongside the young lass, partially for an escape route and partially for anything that might pose a threat to the duo. Vigilance actually paid off for once here, given that both had their... Flaws that made them more vulnerable to getting absolutely destroyed. Speaking of getting destroyed, there was definitely something out there that warranted the previous request, right? Right? Definitely not paranoia?
"But why ask me, out of all people?" M. Pourife muttered to nobody in particular; actually, he sure hoped that his companion wouldn't hear that. His hands started to get clammy as he wrung them. In a louder voice, he now told her, "You know, miss, I think it would be better if I handled the package, and you were the lookout. Mostly because I would be quite... Useless in a fight, to be perfectly honest with you." He laughed loudly for a second before quickly diminishing its volume.
"Like... You can definitely put those guns to use. Shoot anyone who tries to take the package away from you," the scientist explained further with a twitch of his mustache, "Just... Do not turn that pistol against me. Please. I do not think it would be a good idea to escalate your crimes from theft to murder." She's literally supposed to be working together with you? Why would she shoot you on the job?
In the meanwhile, M. Pourife thought that picking up a conversation was a good idea. After all, if this went south (which he definitely believed it would), he could just keep the tension verbal and not have this go up to a legitimate fight. That'd be the last thing an older, pacifistic fellow would want - and M. Pourife thought of bringing up the argument as a further plea for his own innocence. Said innocence seemed likely to be taken away as the two now approached a dark, narrow alley. An alley that was likely filled with hooligans of the highest caliber.
This will be fine. This totally isn't the point where M. Pourife ditched the poor girl and fled the scene.
you see that weird and likely aggressive animal in the cage over there? M. Pourife and your character must work together to tranquilize the thing and collect hair samples from it.
OOF. a follow-up..... I'm so sorry for Yuka....
M. Pourife - on the very day he was supposed to be meeting a new intern - was running late! Unbelievable! The odds were further stacked against him when one realized that he was supposed to be aware that the night before, one of his interns had captured an unusual animal that had never been sighted in the area before. It was oddly aggressive, snarling whenever anyone even stepped close to it and thrashing its limbs against the cage like it was trying to break the metal through sheer spite.
That was supposed to be an urgent case, but the scientist had literally just arrived when he heard the gentle knock on his laboratory's front door. Immediately, he placed his bag aside and brushed the dust off his clothes so that he could rush over to the arrival. You know, while somehow not tripping over his weaker leg. This was going to be fine.
He opened the door and saw a young woman, quickly greeting her, "Oh, thank goodness you are here! You came in at just the right time! One of my interns caught something yesterday, but so far, it has been hostile to all attempts to sedate it. I think it might be a little calmer today, but I cannot say..." For obvious reasons, M. Pourife conveniently excluded the fact that he had just arrived at the lab, that his intern technically arrived before him. That'd be too humiliating for the man to stomach!
And from there, he shuffled over with the girl to... Wherever that creature was stored. Upon hearing their footsteps, the creature gnashed its teeth before pacing around the cage, making plenty of noise with its own footsteps in the process. Its fur was obviously spiky, albeit in patches, as it eyed the people standing over it.
"Well, I suppose it might be one," he told her once she attempted to identify the species, "but regardless, it is vermin. It is foreign to the area, and I doubt that releasing it will do much good... I might have to contact another professor about it for a controlled release." So he's just going to ignore the fact that the thing likely was suffering from some skin disease? All right then. Then the scientist answered, "Also, trust me. The confinement is for the lab's entire safety... It tried biting the fingers off an intern last night." Gee, wonder why.
His hands started to get clammy as he handed the tranquilizing serum and gun to the unfortunate other party.
"But yes, all you need to do is tranquilize it," M. Pourife instructed with a nod. Then he silenced himself just so that he could watch this get done with, because honestly, at this point, he didn't want to see this stupid rodent any more. He wanted it out of his lab - and out of the nearby area - as soon as possible. It was disgusting to look at. Also, he'd probably be hailed as a protector of the Unovan ecosystem if he got rid of potentially invasive fauna, a consequence that definitely appealed to him...
His daydreaming was interrupted when the hissing of the animal ceased, oddly enough. M. Pourife perked up and turned over to the girl, who had been bitten a few times but was generally unscathed. More importantly, though, the rat was definitely sedated. He approached the creature and nudged it before nodding in contentment when it didn't try biting his hand off.
"Oh, those things do not carry anything in their saliva," he reassured her, "so you would be fine in that regard. Their pelage, on the other hand..." Did this thing have fleas? Or mites? Why the hell didn't he tell her that earlier? So maybe she wouldn't need a shot, but lots of soap and cream were recommended.
He didn't say that though; instead, he just told her, "Oh, and the money? I can get that done with as soon as I extract the sample... The lab is a bit low on funds at the moment, but a grant will be coming in soon, so I believe I can be a little generous this time." Yea... About that...
It was early in the morning and SiLk decided to stop by the cafe! He was surfing through the internet on his phone in the coffee shop when he spotted traces of the mysterious and legendary Ace of Flames! He shot straight up and screamed excitedly in the air. "WOOHOO!!" SiLk didn't care if he attracted attention. He was so thrilled he couldn't wait to track down her signal! SiLk quickly rushes out of the cafe and headed straight home where his better tech was at.
When he got home he retraced his steps and noticed that the Ace of Flames was stuck somewhere in cyberspace! SiLk laughs at his screen, "HA! They finally got you! You've been locked up haven't you!! Tsk tsk tsk. Pushing your luck too far I see. Heheheh. Let me just help you out of there." It took SiLk some time, but he eventually was able to hack into the agency where they held Spades captive. He was able free her from her cyber prison! After the successful hack SiLk sends her a message. "I got your back fellow cyber ninja"
SiLk stretches, "Wow... Piece of cake, took NO time at all! I'm so good! HEheheh!" Feeling all extra proud of himself. He lays back on his chair and peeks outside, where it had become night time.
SiLk and the oc below have to work together to prank the police station.
↓ "OH YES!! Excellent idea my new friend! OHH!! I Can't wait to see the look on their faces when they see their cars!! HAHAHAH!!" Hands on his gut and loud laugh! SiLk happily agrees with her wicked genius plan!
Kero immediately got a sparkle in her eye at the word "prank." And a police station, no less? Oh yeah, she had been BORN for this.
She excitedly ran through her plot with SiLk. "Okay, we gotta hit 'em where it hurts: the cars. I'm talking covering these things in all sorts of stuff. Plastic wrap, tinfoil, streamers, glitter, even sticky notes. Just the most obnoxious stuff to deal with. We go on the store run today, split the payment for the stuff. Then late at night, when they least expect it... Boom, baby! We strike! They won't know what hit 'em!"
The store run was next, and easily some of the most fun. Well, aside from the prank itself. The onlookers could hardly believe these were two grown adults playing around in shopping carts and being obnoxious idiots together.
Then, after a quick stop for a meal, it was all a waiting game until nighttime. And once the hour struck...
"Whoooo!! Take this!!"
Sticky, messy, and obnoxious supplies were thrown about left and right. The duo was making a total mess of the police cars, and Kero especially loved every minute of it...
Well, until she got tired and bored.
"Okay, in retrospect... Maybe choosing the most tedious methods to do this wasn't the best idea."
It was, however, totally worth it.
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The OC below has to work with Kero to start a fire! (How could this possibly go wrong??)
Catele got excited over knowing that her task to help this candle-eyed woman starting a fire. It is going to be a piece of cake for both Catele and Kero...
Catele quickly goes up to Kero, smiling widely "Heard you wanted to start fire, you came to the right cat!" she proudly said before introducing herself "By the way, my name's Catele. What's yours?"
After both of them finished introducing themselves to each others, it came to the part they were waiting for: starting a hell out of fire.
"So, what or where do you want to burn? A camp fire? In a fire place? A house?" Catele swaying her tails happily as she suggest throughly from the common flaming place escalated to a crime scene. The two had a discussion about which one have potential of flaming the most longest, interesting, and a lot of flames. Finally it came down to this one decision
"You know what? Let's just do all of those!" Catele snickered as she picked up a pack of matches, even though she wouldn't use just those to start fire. Oh boy, this is going to be a very long night.
Time to work together with Catele in a cat café!
Catele is one of the attraction as well as the cashier, and her co-worker that supposed to change shift with her is sick today
Stealing? Well of course that was wrong, and should be punished, but Kiushhu was no law maker. Humming, they tapped their boot against the floor, looking to Cecili as they began to run off their ideas.
"This is the second time they have stole, yes?" They stated, "What was it that they have taken? Why was it taken? Was it out of necessity or pure selfishness?"
Though the uberhero did not like the idea of a thief roaming about, it was important to keep morals in check here. This was still a person after all, and the crime may be small enough not to matter in the end. Or Kami forbid if the crime was nessary to begin with.
"We should judge their verdict on a value of our own morals, Cecili," They urged, "If this thief was merely looking for food, I--- Would it not be best to let them go? If it were for a selfish cause, like a luxury, I can see a harsher punishment...but..."
Kiushhu cocked their head, "In the end, aren't there much more dangerous cases deserving of our ire much more than petty thievery? ...You are the boss. I will leave the ultimate choice to you.
But please be wise on it."
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Work together with Kiushhu to haul some supplies to a fort! Think via wagon with horses. Kiushhu is pretty nice, but quiet. :D
Flavio walked alongside the carriage, keeping pace with the slowly-turning wheels, his visor lifted if only so he could gaze upon the mountains ahead, a fort of gray stone nestled amongst the cliffs and sparse trees. It reminded him of Vieillemont, though if perhaps a tad smaller if he was right about the distance they were currently at.
The man eased himself closer to one of the bay geldings leading the wagon, taking a moment to run his armored hand along its neck, his breathing soft as he murmured something to the animal. Then, he turned his head to look upon the uberhero behind him, lowering the top of his helmet once more. It was hot, as to be expecting at this time of year, and so he wished he had worn lighter metal. Perhaps even his normal clothing. He didn't feel all too threatened by the journey the two of them were upon, the only daunting part now was whether or not he could make it up the slopes.
"What's in these crates, anyhow?" He asked Kiushhu, if only to make the trek less monotonous than to actually show interest in what they had to say. He continued on, making his way ahead of the wagon and then again glancing at the supplies behind him. "It's difficult to grow food where I'm from, and so most of our fruits and vegetables are imported, though we may also raise sheep and goats. Though, our trade has been greatly limited due to the war. It's difficult to find sources willing to trade in both the north and the south."
Maybe if he stopped beating both the north and the south into a pulp, he would get some more potatoes and pomegranates, but alas, he remained an ass.
"We shouldn't be far now, yes?" He then inquired, studying the rugged landscape before them, "Though, the path this way appears difficult to traverse. I pray these horses will fare well on such terrain."
the character below has to help flavio light some candles! in the dark, dingy catacombs underneath his home.
here is... a quick follow-up post.
Such was the duty of the head of the household to tend to the catacombs every now and then, though Flavio didn't mind this responsibility. He enjoyed spending time in the chambers whenever he had the time, though his main gripe was all the candles that needed lighting every time he visited. The sextons hadn't been doing their work, he assumed, though it seemed petty to bring this issue up to them. They had more to worry about than such tedious tasks.
So, he took it upon himself to illuminate the corridors. So dull. So insufferable.
He heard light footsteps somewhere down the row, though he chose to ignore them at first, assuming they belonged to one of the aforementioned sextons even if he would like to sit down and speak to them. But, the voice that meekly followed was not one he recognized, and with a frown, he figured that one of the maids strayed where they shouldn't be, and so lifted his head away from the wax candle he had been fiddling with, only to see the wick flare to life out of the corner of his eye, followed by others.
With a hiss, he nearly dropped the candle, but opted instead to gently place it back on the shelf and haul himself to his feet. He towered over the young woman, who he glared at coldly.
He didn't know what to say, really. Was he to scold her? To thank her? Tentatively, he settled on the latter, giving a small exhale and backing away. "Thank you, my dear, thank you..."
He perked at her continuation. She was lost, clearly, as through the dim lighting he looked her over. "I was wondering what you were doing down here." He told her, his tone gruffer than it was previously. He walked slowly towards her, reaching a hand out to take her by the arm. "This is my family's catacombs, and certainly, you shouldn't be here. It's so easy for the inexperienced to get lost... I know the way back to the surface, but you'll be coming with me."
He was definitely going to have a long talk with the caretakers.
"Okay bro, I'm here to, like, help you out with your dinner, ch'yeah!" Chad beamed. It wasn't everyday he ran into the actual savior of the world, let alone one that was able to help him fight some monsters. It happened by pure chance, but Chad wanted to make it up to him, and after seeing how exhausted he was, he was sure he knew how.
"Alright, so a friend of mine has a pretty choice garden, so I got some fresh tomatoes from them! They taste WAY better than any fresh ones in a store, brah, believe me! I got some chicken too so we can combine those together. Would you, like, mind slicing up the tomatoes for me while I get the chicken ready?" Toru was a lot better at cooking than Chad thought, even with how tired he was, so he ended up doing most of the prep work. That, and he was sure Toru didn't like him doing much of anything. The tension definitely wasn't lost on the influencer, but it was something he was used to.
After some time, Chad happily set down the tomato chicken dish on the table. "This looks SO good, bro! You should be totally proud! Oh, but hang on real quick!" He stopped Toru from getting a serving so that he could take a good few pictures. After pocketing his phone, he smiled again. "Don't worry about me, brah, I'm gonna go home and let you enjoy this. Oh! But I also made some protein shakes for you. They're in the fridge right now, ch'yeah. You should give them a try, they can help with hunger if you're too busy for lunch. But, like, don't rely on them, yeah?"
Chad needs help taking the perfect selfie!
"A selfie, huh?" Skinner piqued in like the obnoxious old man he was, before running his fingers through his thinning hair. He glanced off to the side before offering the younger man his signature grin. "I can do that! It doesn't seem too hard, though... I'm not the best at photography either. I think usually, I hire someone else to do the job, because I have the money, but then again... Since we have to do it ourselves..."
"Let's see how I can help!"
Well, given their similar heights, Skinner likely wouldn't be much help in propping the camera up to a suitable angle. He did hope, however, he'd be more helpful in terms of finding the perfect scenery to take this "selfie" in, which he gladly complied with as he started to walk over to the edge of a cliff that overlooked a quite scenic beach. Admittedly, this looked like it was ripped out of a magazine, and it was noted as one of the prime tourist attractions in the area. Skinner really couldn't help but wonder how they managed to get such a stupendous area - minus the obnoxious crowds that tended to characterize much of the popular areas.
He placed his foot on one of the rocks that seemed a little loose, allowing his shoe to shift the rock ever so slightly until it plummeted off the cliff. Hopefully it hit the ground below. The man looked over the overhand just to try estimating how high the cliff was, but then he realized how high he was off the ground, and it felt... Surreal. Skinner decided to take a step back towards more secure land.
The older man paused for a second, before nodding at the youth and giving him a thumbs-up. You know, despite going through what was basically a near-death experience. Seriously, one wrong step, and that rock wouldn't have been the only thing falling off the cliffs today.
In his typical cheery voice, Skinner exclaimed, "Yep, I think these cliffs should work just fine! You can really get a nice view from here! Just... Do be careful, lest you end up falling off." He laughed without a care in the world while shuffling his feet against the gravel. "I don't know when the rocks start to get loose, but you can still get something impressive of the sunset without having to venture too far back. You already got the hard part done with: choosing an ideal place to take that picture of yours. Now there's the camera, which..." He looked up as if he was exemplifying the difference in their heights.
"... I think you should be able to do just fine! Now, maybe I should step back a bit more and see how you're going to take that picture, since... Like I said, those cliffs are a little risky if you go too far back over there..."
the character below must help Skinner buy a fossil for his wife (who's very pissed at him after an argument and basically kicked him out of the house for a bit oOPS).
oh god. oh fuck. this only turns out as well as one might expect when Skinner is in the picture.
here is... a follow-up....
After getting kicked out of the house, Skinner didn't know what to do. It was almost hopeless, really. Imagine having to explain to someone that the reason that he was buying his wife a gift was because he was trying to convince her to forgive him, as well as gain access to the house. And if they then asked why he, as the head of the household, didn't just burst his ass in there, then...
He only really had his wife's volatility to blame for that, and it was humiliating.
I should have more power over this place, the man thought as he scanned the shelves in search of a fossil - any fossil - that might be of interest to his wife, I can't believe I got kicked out of my own house like that! And by a young woman! If it were done by an older man, then it'd be a little more tolerable, but... Skinner drew his breath in as he heard a loud exclamation coming from the other party, then turned his head. Oh yea, he wasn't alone in his little endeavor.
"Same difference," the aristocrat replied with a shrug, his tone clearly a bit tenser than usual since... Well... There was a deadline. It wasn't like he could stay out of the house forever, and he had his daughter to deal with too. Oh goodness, poor Walker. She was probably going to be left all alone while he was gone, and that made Skinner exceptionally antsy as he added, "I heard my wife likes the rarer fossils. You know, the ones with the high prices. Don't worry too much about money; I can pay it. Just look at the tags and see how much each one costs. Every reputable dealer labels the price, and I know that my wife likes going here for good deals."
In hindsight, maybe he should've tried at least asking what her favorite fossil was before she screamed at him to "leave the house this instant."
He sighed, then looked over to see the other man wielding a fossil in his hand. Skinner's eyes narrowed for a moment while he took a step closer. The details evaded his recognition and identification, but it did look relatively refined, ignoring the obvious chip at one corner of the rock. However, something was better than nothing, and he nodded and gave the other party a thumbs-up.
With a hum, he replied too readily, "Oh, that should work, good sir! It's a pretty-looking fossil, after all. Maybe my wife will take it as a symbol of something positive for once." Skinner laughed heartily at his little joke before gesturing at the basket where the fossil should be placed.
"Now," Skinner muttered ot himself while continuing to scour through the shelves, "Where's that one trilobite she's been pestering me about for who-knows-how-long..."