[IC] What would your oc do to the above oc?

He looks the man up and down silently. Whatever universe Bon had ended up in, it seemed to be in a far younger age than his own - or maybe just it's Earth was young? Maybe that was just the impression Bon got from the area and it's aesthetics. Everything was so weird to him! He had never seen humans wear such clothes other than in old movies about fictional royal families. Even the royal families he's seen on his Earth wore completely different clothes than what he was seeing here. How odd. How interesting! The young god couldn't help but be excited and curious.

He stands in his anthropomorphic form. It would have probably been better to switch to a more humanoid form, or even his true form, but this form confused people a lot more - especially those who didn't know about his kind - which he found amusing. It made the respect he demanded all the more ridiculous, and he very much enjoyed proving people who thought he was a joke wrong with his power.

"It looks like I've come to be lost in another world... Judging by your clothes... Are you a noble? Ruler of the local lands, perhaps? Mind humoring a god and answering a few questions about this universe? Or if you don't know much about that, just about the land here? I would be lying to say it hasn't piqued my interest." Bon's long tail sweeps back and forth. "It's not like you really have a choice, anyway. If your universe even has a god like me, I doubt they'd miss a single human... Though maybe your family would, if you have any. I could go after them next, if you don't talk. No big deal. I'll get my answers somehow." He gathers a small amount of destructive energy on the tip of his finger and smiles. He, of course, had no intention of destroying Adam or anyone close to him, but again, he loved to mess with others. "If you agree to speak, a talk over some tea would be fitting. It is the preferred drinks of many gods, and you look like a distinguished enough human to enjoy it."

Having never seen anything like it before, Fitzgerald had to do a double take when he saw what he thought was an animal - belatedly realizing that the animal was a ferret - on two legs. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times, mostly because he thought he was seeing things and that the ferret in question would turn out to be some person in an animal costume. That question wasn't answered even after the action was completed, however, which left the young man ready to let out a melodramatic sigh at a moment's will.

And just a few seconds later, he did release that sigh he had been holding.

Still, in retrospect, Fitzgerald surmised that the ferret wasn't particularly hideous or off-putting. Just... Odd. And foreign. He silently considered the idea that animals on two legs at least existed in his current residence, putting his hand up to his chin as he did so. But wait, weren't creatures like this often considered supernatural? Who often came to the human world, or somewhere like that, when times were tough? Wait a minute...

"That doesn't seem right," he suddenly blurted in a voice loud enough for the ferret to hear, "You don't look like anything like what the elders blab about, as in you're not a huge electric dragon or a small deer... Thing. Yet at the same time, I have a feeling that you're not a normal species of fauna here..." His stomach dropped after that point, mostly because if his suspicions were right, then he probably wouldn't live to brag to laypeople about how he met a divine being. Not if that being ended up smiting him because he offended them, as while Fitzgerald never hesitated to berate people he considered lower, the same rule simply did not apply when he was speaking up. It was painfully obvious, right then and there, what the relative scale was in terms of social standing.

Waving his hand and uneasiness aside, Fitzgerald continued, "Not that it's a bad thing, of course. I don't come from around here either, so I guess we at least have that in common?" He coughed into his sleeve while silently cursing himself out for suddenly having his confidence thrown out of the window. "What's so interesting about here that you decided to choose to select here above everything else," he added almost musingly, "the atmosphere, the people, or something else entirely?"

Before any answer could be construed, though, the young man suddenly perked up and added with a twinkle in his eye, "Actually, I could take you somewhere that's at least not that boring? It's a patisserie that I forgot the name of, but it sells all sorts of pastries that you can't find anywhere else. Humans like myself quite like the sweets that come from here! I believe that you'd enjoy it as well, if you're the type of being to have a sweet tooth anyways." A brief thought of the ferret being so offended by the assumption that he ended up being obliterated crossed his mind and made him gulp. "But if you're not, what do you like to eat anyways? I'm sure I can find of something that would at least cater to your... Divine interests..." he quickly concluded while rubbing the back of his neck.

follow-up to the below post because why not lmao-

"What to do, what to do. :)" Smiley hummed, more focused on cleaning his weed whacker. There was something at the edge of it. Blood? The shaft itself looked dented. Finally, with the snap of the head, the crudely drawn smiley face was aimed at Fitzgerald. "I'd want to see a big, big smile from you. :) You have a nice smile right now. It's lovely. Very, very lovely. :) But it's not a happy smile. No, no, no. :) It's too temporary, it keeps disappearing so quickly! :) Happy smiles last forever, don't you think so? I think so. :)" He started walking towards the young man. "A truly happy smile, that'd be more dazzling than anything you're wearing. :)"
The weed whacker roared to life.
"I won't leave until I see it. :)"

Smiley turned his head to look at Lilith, resting his sledgehammer against his head. He tilted his head lightly at her proposal. She had a point. He couldn't travel very far to make others happy like he'd like. She has a unique aura to her, was it really possible for her to grant his wish?
He approached her slowly, looking at the contract (though it was difficult to tell if he could even read it). "A chance to make everyone happy. :)" he mumbled, taking the contract. "I'd like that a lot. :)"

Smiley gave off a vibe she never really saw in humans. He was eerie; a little too eerie. The way he would end someone's life with a paper bag smile honestly made Lilith want to back away a little, but she was proud of him as a demon. 'Hm? Not bad.' She thought. Perhaps she could get him to sign a contract? She could definitely get some business done if she had someone like Smiley work with her. However, unlike most humans, she'd treat him differently and grant him more advantages. That's how much she was interested in the serial killer. "I see, you just want to teach people how to smile. What a nice way to convey a message~" she clapped softly with a smile. "It's sad to think only people in this town are getting the opportunity to learn such a valuable lesson. Don't you want to help more people smile? I can make it happen easily with a snap of my finger! Only-you'll have to sign this contract." Lilith snapped her fingers to make a contract appear out of thin air. "Oh, how rude of me, I almost forgot to introduce myself! My name is Lilith, and my job is to make wishes come true. Now, what do you say? Will you sign it?"

Well, boo. Lilith pouted childishly in response to Salvador's refusal to sign the contract. She was certain she could persuade him to work with her, considering his loss in the past. She sighed and smiled at the man before snapping the contract away. "That's unfortunate~ I wasn't joking when I said I can make any of your wishes come true." It wasn't going to end there, though. She will definitely come back for him. She was interested in his powers.

Salvador eyed her weary. The last time he signed a contract, he lost the ability to say "necklace" and became a member of a thieving band. His eyes fell back on the paper. But this contract could bring his dad back, or at least that's what the horned girl told him. Deep down Salvador knew this wouldn't happen and deep down, he knew this was fake. But he has a tiny bit of hope. A small flame of positivity in his entire doom thinking body. What if, he threw away the chance. What if he could change the past. Salvador softly shook his head. "Ye..no. No deal, " he said. His words trembling. "Let the dead be...dead." 

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Salvador totally forgot his weary and fear he felt for her. Void he even didn't seem to notice the belittling (haha get it) pose maribelle did. His pride for the one, simple card trick, was just that strong. His heart felt like a bird locked in a too small cage, "of..of course!" He sputtered. "It's a really hard trick so you better pay attention!" He proudly told her.

Salvador was a little man-- littler than most men she had ever seen, and with thieving rat hands to match. She had watched him warily through the entire time she was stuck here, and was uncertain of what to make of him. Such a pitiful man, and yet... he knew card tricks..?

The one thing that could ever distract her from letting her coin purse be swiped from the belt underneath her cloak. She couldn't help but be curious. She hadn't seen a card trick in-- in how long ago? Her father was always iffy on what was and wasn't shown to her, but a card trick couldn't be so bad, could it?

Her head tilted, her face, holding the dumbest, most lost expression, she stared down at him. And she lowered herself, hands on her knees, to get at his height level. How insulting.

"..Show me." she said, voice barely audible, "The... The card thing, please, dear sir."

Damion is unsure of Maribelle when he first notices her, having never seen her around, but the boy's gaze stays cool regardless, his face it's normal blank expression behind his mask as he watches her come nearby. He hears Kaevyre snickering in his head but ignores it, and when she looks over, tilting her head at the display (Which, to be fair, Damion did stand out in a crowd, much to his usual dismay), he furrows his brow, stretching his mind powers and allowing himself for the briefest of moments to tap into her emotions, mostly to see how she was feeling because, you know, empath and all that.

When he finally decides to speak, the girl starts, considering, well, his voice was ringing out inside her skull right now. Telepathy and all that jazz.

"I would hope a woman of such clear standing as yourself would understand that staring is rude, correct?' he starts off, tilting his head almost comically to the side, similar to a confused dog. 'I assure you that, if I'm correct in assuming the question on your mind, that I am no circus or theatre performer, this..." Damion moves his hands up and behind his head, undoing the clasps strapping his mask to his head and pulling the plastic accessory off. "Is merely a prosthetic."

In spite of his proclamations otherwise, M. Pourife really did not study people that much. If anything, he observed them. It was normal, after all, for a scientist like himself to watch how other people functioned, just to see how they ticked... Just to see how they operated... Almost like machines, he realized after years of doing so, People are almost like machines. They operate so logically, so methodically... Even their emotions can be designated as the results of a combination of chemical, physiological, and psychological reactions... Of course, he pretty much had no idea what he was thinking, having only picked up the words during some scientific lecture a few years back and taking the terms with him so that he could sound more professional. More legitimate.

But that was irrelevant to the situation currently presented in front of him, and he knew that. M. Pourife knew that enough to wince at the individual in front of him. He didn't seem to speak or express much - or at all , really - and that threw the older man off. Nothing to go off of! It was as if he had been presented with an enigma, and as much as it frustrated him (because he hated being stumped to no end), there was also the sense that he could learn something out of this. Maybe...

He put his hand up to his chin as he remarked, "You know, sir, you do seem like the individual worth studying. Not as a test subject, of course, but it'd be of great benefit if I got to know you better, hm?" The words blatantly contradicted themselves, making themselves able to be taken apart if one thought carefully enough. As a man of science, however, M. Pourife thought this was perfectly normal; he was stating what he believed to be objective, after all! Who would think he was lying if he looked professional enough? (It wasn't like he was making shit up as he went along in this scenario, anyways.) Nobody looked into the deeper details. It could've been why he left home. That was the past; this is the present.

"I remember hearing from somewhere that you were a reader, yes?" M. Pourife mused with a raised brow, "Mind telling me what types of books you like reading? I haven't read anything except scientific journals in so long. I'm a busy man, you know. Maybe what you recommend will help rekindle my interest in reading again. You know, for... Fun." The last word felt heavy, partially because he had no idea if he was being sincere and partially because he really wasn't the type of person to be saying those things. The other individual seemed so young anyways! How did young people even speak!? Was he just speaking a bunch of archaic nonsense? Usually, that was a good thing, but this time around, he felt like something about it was off.

Perhaps that was because he felt like his thoughts weren't exactly private. Like someone was looking into them, listening in... Judging. He shuddered, ever so slightly.

Almost coyly, M. Pourife put his hand up and added, "By the way, from the same source, I learned that you're a necromancer, yes? Or at least interested in the field?" He chuckled lightly, almost as if he was embarrassed. "You know, it's a bit odd for a scientific man to dabble in magic like this, but I can't help but be at least somewhat intrigued. Mind if you show me how that works too?" The older man clearly had no idea what he was getting into, huh. Based on his tone, it could be assumed that he was treating it like some magic trick, which... Most likely wasn't true. It really wouldn't be surprising if he got his ass kicked later for that.

follow-up time because oH GOD M. Pourife in a drinking contest sounds wild af lmao-

Emvee eyed the man across the bar, taking count of how many drinks he had consumed over the course of the evening. She had grown tired of having drinking contests with her crew, no one wanted to go against her anymore, probably because she beat everyone on the ship and could still walk straight. Of course, maybe it was a bit of her vampiric power that helped her be able to hold it down, but she liked to think it was purely her own awesomeness. 

"Hey old man!!" Emvee shouted as she jumped up onto a bar stool and pointed to M. Pourife from across the bar. "I challenge you, to a DRINKING CONTEST!!" Marching across the counter, she jumped into the seat next to him. "If you win, I might not kill you in your sleep tonight!" She smirked snarkily, "If you don't... Well! Who knows!" Waving to get the bartenders attention, even though she already had it, she threw a pouch of money down, "Get some shots for us, and keep 'em coming!!!" 

She laughed and smacked him on the back, "C'mon! No backing out now! Let's GOOO!" She cheered and downed her first shot. 

This continued on for multiple shots, with Emvee getting louder and more obnoxious once they hit 10 shots, and around 15 she started acting a little drunk. "HAHA!" She snorted and almost fell off the stool, patting M. Pourife on the arm, "Y-YOU CAN REALLY *hic* HOL-HOLD YOUR LIQUOR H-HUH OLD MAN?" He barely appeared to be affected at all, meanwhile Emvee was dizzy, red faced, and giggling about nothing. "YOU-YOURE A GR-GREAT DRINKING BUD-DY YOU KNOW THAT?" Hands shaking and spilling half of it, Emvee downed two more shots before face-planting onto the counter unconscious. 

"From wan 'airy fella ter another, " he said leaning a bit closer to Felix." Ah've got yer did, " he continued. Ros the. Held up a small bag. "oi foun' it, t'be sure. Yer don't need to thank me, it's from de bottom of wee lil ol' 'eart." With that Roswell opened the bag. It contains...several facial hair styling products. "Lard, " Roswell said. Holding up an container, containing that. "For stylino aye? comb, tweezers, scissors, everything a styled man, loike us needs, " to swell told him with a smile. He closed the bag and hold it out to Felix to grab. "Oi knoe, oi know oi'm de best, yer don't 'av ter say it, " Roswe said. Clear fishing for compliments. 

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Roswell picked the small Darling up and give her a little swirl, "aye! Aye! Let us not waste time and make some 'aste my little mukker friend!" He said beaming a smile.

Darling approached the tall man quickly, while loudly exclaiming gibberish out of excitement.

“Hi hi hi!!!!” She shouted “We Darling, Who you? You seem cool. Very vet cool. Yes yes yes!” The child was speaking incredibly fast, causing her to trip over her words quite often and possibly coming across as difficult to understand, but she continued on.

“You like shiny things? You look like it!!” Her tail wagged “Want something shiny? We found a big big baggie of gold goodies you may like!! We love them so you may too!!!!” Darling ran away but after a second she came back, dragging a huge pouch of gold coins, jewelry and other goods. She promptly placed the pouch at Roswell’s feet and continued her excited rambling.

“We snatched them from from another creatures den!” She exclaimed proudly “We were so fast we couldn’t get caught!!” She paused for a moment then tilted her head

“Say... You enjoy snatching things from people?? We do we do!! It’s very fun yep yep!!! Wanna do it with us?? Wanna wanna??” She hopped up and down excitedly “You can have some if the stuff we grab!! We can get some really really coolio stuff!!”

Not waiting for a response Darling walked behind Roswell and began attempting to push him in the direction of where she originally found the pouch of the coins “Come with come with!!! It’ll be fun!!”

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I hope this isn’t too much to ask but please ping me in your claim!!

Mon-Cheri - here's my response hehe- it's long as usual but hopefully not tedious to read srdfhgbvuf-

Tilting her head at the deerlike creature, Walker merely frowned at her upon first sight. Is she a Pokemon of sorts? she pondered with her hand up to her chin, If so, she is definitely of a new species that has not been sighted around here yet- Her eyes suddenly shimmered, a stark contrast to the dull nothing that they usually expressed. What if... She folded her hands together, suddenly looking a lot more eager than before as her lip twitched. Ever so slightly.

Still, for the most part, such changes in Walker's expression were annoyingly difficult to detect, and to the untrained observer, she just looked... Unimpressed. Apathetic. Not giving a shit, if you wanted to be colloquial.

In reality, though, she felt the exact opposite of those words, and she felt younger - much younger - as a result. Usually, she'd scold herself and try to move herself back to the present - whenever she regressed like that - but this time... She felt energized. It was as if weight had suddenly been thrown off her shoulders and she could move her arms around freely as a result. Yes, that feeling. All because she felt that she was going to become significant with this discovery of hers.

As much as it came off as disgraceful when she did this, Walker stooped down to meet the chaotic little critter as she stated calmly, "You seem like an adorable creature, are you not?" She sort of meant it, and it showed thanks to the absolute lack of change in her expression. The middle-aged woman moved her hand as if she were to pet her but moved it back once she took one look at those jaws and assumed that she was going to get bitten if she were to go through with it. "I really do not know what I would do with you, to be honest. You remind me of my son's dog, but with way less hair involved. Too bad you seem like the one to bite, though..."

She stood herself back up and crossed her arms for no reason other than to assert dominance. After all, the other party was... Much smaller than her, so this was going to most likely turn out well in her eyes. That is, unless her toes were going to be the target of a nip or two. The thought of her shoes being tarnished this way made her frown. (Wow, an actual change in expression from her? Surprising.)

"Wait, you approach me because of this, right?" Walker suddenly piqued while taking an eclair out of her bag. It was still in its wrapper, but it was definitely from the finest bakery she could find around this particular area; the bar admittedly wasn't that high, though, but... Don't tell her that. She tore open the wrapper and pushed out a portion of it so that the creature could take a bite as needed. Massive leaps in logic aside, she added, "You know, my son used to love these things. Sweets in general, really. Eclairs were something he really liked..." She trailed off, her mouth suddenly getting dry for a moment. Oh. Yea. Walker froze as she just let her arm hang loose, making the eclair even easier to access.

Closing her eyes, the result of her trying too hard to expel the memory of her son, she added briskly and with gritted teeth, "I do not know why I even got that pastry in the first place. I am not normally the type to eat foods such as this. You can have it if you want."

follow-up to the post below!! ngl Xander is... a sweetheart... too bad Walker's too much of a cold ass to really appreciate that. also I apologize for the unrestrained angst; it just came naturally when I read the response lmao- :"))

note that this follow-up does contain mentions of abuse and toxic dynamics, which will be blacked out as needed.

"Not to pry, madam, and with all due respect, of course, " Xander started. He softly rubbed his hands together. "I've heard about... The terrible news about your son? You have my deepest repentance. No parent should go through such misery, alone." Xander stopped rubbing his hands and tried to show her a careful smile. "I can offer you a listening ear and, I promise you that I keep my eyes open for him." The smile grew a tiny bit bigger as he carefully placed his hand in her shoulder. He could only imagine the terror this poor lady was struggling with. Only the thoughts of losing his daughter made him shiver. "I submit it to the Emperor, maybe his Watchman can help. I can't guarantee anything, but I'll try. And I won't stop trying till He listens, to me." He softly patted her shoulder. "You're not alone in this, madame."

Goldilocks eye twitches upon seeing this man, who does he think he is?? Does he think he can steal the spotlight ont he theater scene from me? She thinks all of this to herself

"ALRIGHT! Sir!! Who the HELL are you?? You simply CANNOT enter MY scene without my permission and FURTHERMORE, you shall NEVER steal my spotlight!! Doesn't matter how KIND you THINK you ARE!!" As she speaks her hand-hair sways angrily, forming a fist and her hips move in an all-so sassy manner, huffing in anger, she hates his politeness, she hates how he has all this wealth and doesn't even show it off, she hates it all, she needs to do something about him quickly.

"You know what?? FINE! You want to show who is the true royal of the stage, huh?? You do? WELL THEN!!" Her hair splits into multiple smaller hands "LET'S PUT ON A SHOW!!" She decides that the way to prove herself is to pull out her huge amount of wealth from behind the stage, laughing as she stands upon her throne of gold coins "Look at ALL of this!! I bet you're scared of my power, scared of my wealth! I bet you WISH you were me!~ Well then, go on! Show me what YOU got!! Whoever impresses the crowd the best gets the stage!~"

She has started a contest for the stage, who won? I have no idea, Goldilocks had set NO rules.