The OC above is behind you...

Oh sweet god oh fuck oh god.

Shirley instantly launches the cross-bolt. She doesn't even think about it. It's just a screech, a "Not today, Satan!" and the fwoop of a steel arrow launching free. She didn't have time to properly aim the shot before her fight or- well, fight kicked in. It takes a glance to know her fist shot is going sail between Dermot's winding labyrinth of legs- And so, already she finds herself reaching for another arrow. Nope, nope nope nope. Not going down without a fight. Not getting eaten by an escaped narrative's monster of the week.

Nowhere in this process does she think to check whether this warped, nightmarish creature is actually out to get her. To call it a process would be generous, even. Shirley is not processing anything. Shirley is only a ball of reaction, a feral screeching cheerleader firing on all cylinders, and those cylinders all happen to have knives. 

Her footsteps are quiet, calculated. She places the tip of the cross-bolt on [NP]'s back.

"Move, and you're skewered."

The construct, initially appearing as a humanoid with a dress and large horns, rotated its head 180 degrees. “Default Greeting: Welcome to Genesis Express, the best restaurant in the region!” Their response code then kicked in. “Defensive Response: Why do you wish to impale me? I am simply walking to retrieve some supplies for the kitchen staff. If you want some quality food, reserve a seat at Genesis Express.”

The obvious advertisement is obvious.

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The robot’s horn-arms shifted into pens. “Hello, what would you like to order?

Asar immediately turns around at the sound of the robotic voice, his interest piqued and his eyes shining with curiosity.

“What a marvelous contraption!” he exclaims, striding up to Hält with open arms. It seems he forgot their question in the midst of his excitement. “I have never seen anything like you, what with your large horns and spindly limbs. And my word, are those plates you are balancing atop your antlers as well? Simply amazing: what a funky little robot you are!”

Now, he’s flitting around Hält, carefully examining their features with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. Needless to say, he’s thoroughly impressed with what he’s seeing. 

“Oh you must take me to your creator! I’d like to speak to them, if I may.”

“May I inquire as to what you are doing here?” He asks, his face plastered with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“I do not think you are part of the archeological team tasked with escavating this site.”

     Tarus shrugged. “To be completely honest I have no clue. My wife dragged me here because she ‘needs me for task.’ It’s probably got something to do with her job. I don’t mind at all, I’ve packed plenty of sun screen. And the Kids are in school so I don’t have to watch them.”

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    Tarus taps the shoulder of your character from behind. His smile is warm and kind. “Excuse me but I think you dropped this?” He holds up an item your character dropped. 

“HUH? YOU AGAIN? LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Bruce attempts to run away “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH A CHAINSAW CREEP??”

Yukimore

im behind you

"Oh shit-!"Ryan jumped when noticing Bruce behind him. When and how did he get there?? "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell like that." He smiled sheepishly while resting a hand on the back of his head. Really though, was the guy there the whole time? Ryan could've sworn he was the only one in the building. "Wow, you moved so swiftly and quietly i didn't even notice!" He beamed."You'd make a darn good assassin with those skills." There was a moment of silence before he looked around nervously and smiled sheepishly once again."....you're not one, are you?"

"Right behind you!"

"Damn, nice reflex!" He placed a palm on the area she hit. It didn't hurt much. At least, he didn't really feel anything. 

That was when a sudden realization hit him like a train. He knew why he didn't feel much pain! Digging into the slight opening of his shirt, he reached for something--something that clearly held value judging by the look on his face. He fished out a crinkled comic book and scratched his head. "Aw man, not shark-man!" Ryan turned his direction back towards Maribelle, letting out a couple of laughs. "Well, I guess I should've seen that coming. Sorry, I was a little too excited to see you again and wanted to say hello!" The cop returned the comic book back to its....original place and patted his chest. Once hearing Maribelle's warning, he raised his hand in a salute and flashed a child-like smile. "Aye-aye, captain! I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

(nsnskkee comic buddies are finally reunited 😔)

Of course Maribelle's initial reaction was to take a shot. She reeled herself away as soon as the words were uttered, then followed up by a smack from the back of her closed fist into Ryan's chest. It likely didn't hurt, at least not much, but the force behind it was certainly there! This then followed up with wide, black eyes as she turned to quickly face him, only to then furrow her brow in annoyance. Maybe also in disappointment. More so she just looked like a sad dog.

"..Don't come up behind me like that." she hissed at him, though tentative before slipping out of his way, "Why did you do that? Be... quieter next time. Or tell me to move. Like a normal person."

Maribelle stared at the back of the other person's head. After a long time of just looking at them, she finally droned out, "You're blocking my view."

     En jumped when he heard the voice behind him and spun around. "Oh! It's you!" He wasn't sure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or stiffen up even more. It ended up being a combination of both, shown with a forced, awkward smile. He looked behind him then back at her, then stepped aside. "I was just taking a quick break. The sunset always looks nice, especially here. Uh, don't tell Noel."

     He couldn't help but stand awkwardly around her, partially waiting for her to leave so he could continue cleaning, and partially because of how important she was to Noel. Was this how people at the castle felt about him? Oh man, but was this silence getting more unbearable. He decided to start thinking out loud.
     "You know, I don't see you and Noel smiling around each other that much," Or in general. "but I can tell that you guys care a lot about each other. I'm a little jealous." He paused. "Well no, I don't think that's the right word. Uh... Sad...? No, it's..." It was different than that, darker, sadder. It was... "Grief." Huh. That's a word he never thought he'd actually say. He'd always known it was there but voicing it...
      Suddenly remembering Maribelle, En shifting his weight to his other foot and fumbled with the washcloth in his hands. "Sorry, I guess you two just remind me of me and my brother." Did she know how he felt? No, that couldn't be, losing someone at such a young age-- younger than him-- that would be horrible.

"Excuse me. Sorry, I'm trying to get through."

The viera’s right ear twitched a little and turned backwards at the sound of the exiled prince’s voice. He then turned around, muttering “Ah. It’s you.” N’arfi instantly shuffled aside to give him enough space to pass, giving him a shoulder pat as he did.  

“No need to apologise, you should try to be a bit more assertive.”

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The sound of a loud “KWEEE!” filled the air as the chocobo called out and N’arfi followed up with “Viera on a Chocobo, coming through!” Anyone who didn’t move away in time would surely get trampled by the bird’s massive talons.

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N'arfi was surprised that Quill didn't flat out die from the impact. A 9 foot tall birdlike creature could easily weigh as much as a small car. He quickly whistled for his Chocobo to stop and jumped off the saddle to see how badly injured the man was. "I'm The Warrior of Light but that's not what we should focus on. You shouldn't stand. How you're still alive, I don't understand at all. You're lucky." He was mildly irritated that someone would stand around in the middle of a dirt road like that, even more so that they wouldn't even be aware of their surroundings.

Quill flinched at the call of the chocobo. It took him by surprise, as he was busy investigating his new surroundings with his pigeon friend stationed on his shoulder. Once N'arfi let out another warning, Quill registered that the sound came from behind him. He turned around and saw.. a giant bird running towards him!
"WHAT?!" N'arfis warning was in vain, as Quills perplexion and lack of depth perception didn't allow him to dodge in time. Unlike the small pigeon, which took off just before the collision. And just like that, Quill was lying on the ground, sparsely covered in chocobo footprints.
"Ughh..." He slowly got up. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed, his anger quickly overpowering the pain. "Who do you think you are?!"

Dense fog crept up from behind. "You're in my way." An exasperated voice hissed. It's owner glared impatiently. "Move, you pest!"

(sorry I’m advance, he is a cranky shit head. Especially today 

Valnier was not having a pleasant day. It was unnaturally cold for his thin bones, ones who had existed around molten rock and sweltering solar rays. So as Fog coated the area around him, his temper grew to roaring fury at the obvious magic tricks. A hand went to the holster on his pistol. 

in response to the utter disrespect of him he spun and shoved his flintlock near the man’s chin. With a scrunched face and a glaring eyes he mused “I suggest you shut your mouth wizard, Witch Hunters do not take kindly to the ones that would disrespect their earned rank” he practically hissed to Quill

“AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING- keep in mind my title is Witch Hunter for a reason”

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Valnier furrowed his brow. The person in front of him was not just barring his advance on a lead that he was desperately in need of. But also keeping him from finally getting rest his body craved “If you are going to perform your task as an annoyance and a road block DO IT TO SOMEONE WHO ISN’T TRYING TO GET HIS WORK DONE”

Novem froze, hearing the aggravation in the other man's tone.  Sure, he was in the way but there were other ways to go about asking people to move- and quite frankly- the 9-tailed didn't care that he was an obstruction.  But, he did care about the tone this gentleman was taking with him.  Novem's head craned slowly to look at Valnier out of the corner of his eye.  His pupils were slits as he glared at the man, murderous aura permeating throughout the space, a glimpse at what Novem truly was. 

He was quick to curb his bloodlust, turning on his heels as he moved out of the way, while his thoughts sneered 'You better think twice before you speak'.  The words that fell out of his mouth were, "My apologies sir, carry on." followed with a small soft smile. 

 "I'd watch out if I were you." A soft and gentle voice spoke up- sounding way too close.  It was a simple warning, warning the other as they were right in the path of someone else who was careening down in a rush. 

 Macie jumped at the sudden voice behind her. “Oh your scared me!” Her cat ears flicked around for sounds. She looks at Novem with a wary expression. “Is someone out to get me?” She asked. Her voice sounded worried. 

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    “Excuse me, can you help me? I can’t reach the top shelf.” Macie gently taps the shoulder of y/c who has their back turned. When they turn around she gestured to a box of pasta on the top shelf. 

Feels a tap on her shoulder. "Argh! WHAT THE HELL!"  She puts a card on her Duel Disk activating it an automated voice was heard. " Duel mode engaged.  She called out. "Appear from the stars Procyon attack mode!" She summons a white and orange warrior who grunts and glares at Macie. The warrior stood at the same height as Scarlet. Attack 1300. She turned to see a humanoid and was even more afraid. "You going to eat me...  that is not going to happen. Not with my Stellerknight by me." She heard macie's request and looks at her. You're not going to eat me...  She looks up to the top shelve. "Oh you want these? "Procyron grab it." Her monster grabs the box of pasta and holds it out to macie. NEVER EVER SCARE A DUELIST! Scarlet said with a very serious tone. We're not in a good way right now with an evil corperation stealing people souls. She puts her hand on her heart in worry. "Um... Hello mam sir..."