Aldrik looked around and sat down by a tree, sighing in relief. He was finally able to find peace after being pursued by a hunter. As he leaned his head against the trunk, he felt a presence of another person. He quickly jerked his head forward upon realizing this and saw a young woman reading a book."Oh pardon me, I didn't see you there!" His eyes landed on the book she was reading and began to take interest, mainly because he still couldn't read. "...May I ask what you are reading?" He asked, slightly bashful. Perhaps he could persuade her to teach him how to read?
(DANGIT THE IC GLITCH)
A mix of alot of interaction thread you see everyday on th. It's simple, what would your character do to the character above?. Maybe hang out with them? Catch them stealing? Make them your servant? Travel the multiverse to put the bee movie script on an undestructable floating banner in every single universe? Or just have a nice tea? Whatever your character would like to do, they do.
Still dont know how it's done? Here's some Examples:
User A posts first
[IC] Character A : "I, character A, am always first! User B posts in response to above, B's character wants the oc above as it's doll
[IC] Character B :"Oh, arent you beautiful? It's sad how your ego is a bit too high for others to handle. Maybe, just maybe, you could be a rare doll to my collection~ maybe that way you can feel loved and not be hurt anymore~~" User C posts in response to character B, C's Character doesn't want to do anything bcuz it's afraid
[IC] Character C : C stood still and looked at B in horror. Never in it's life has it ever seen a person so horrific as B. But it couldn't run because of it's paranoid thoughts User D posts in response to Character C, D's character wants to slap oc C because it's angry of C
[IC] Character C : *slaps character C* "yoU ARE SUCH A LOSER! YOU SHOULD'VE STAND UP FOR THAT BIG MEANIE, STINKY PANTS OF A BULLY!!!"
Next important part are the Rules!
- Please read the above OC bio before responding. Referencing the oc above's bio is the main purpose of the game
- This is a SFW game, so please keep your post SFW. Flirting and romance are alright as long as the user above is comfortable with it and not a mino-adult relationship
- Sensitive themes such as violence are a ok as long as they are blacked out like this or spoilered
- It is suggested to claim before posting to avoid being ninja'd
- This is an In character game. Which means you'll be roleplaying with the character above and writing how the interaction will go
- At least 5 sentence minimum or try to be fair with your word count.
Now that's out of the way, the first person gets a free claim!
Asmodeus cautiously approached the young man- he seemed skittish and Asmodeus didn't wish to frighten him further with his own strange appearance.
"Pardon me, young man- I do not wish to frighten you, nor do I wish to impose- but your upper ears look quite soft. If you wouldn't mind, may I touch them to confirm?" He seemed almost sheepish in his speech, as if this were an abnormal compulsion for him to experience.
The Somnia waits. Like how they wait every night on their prey till their dreams come to visit. They float around Asmodeus's head, circling him.
Pools of colourful fog appears within minutes. Their colour of red and magenta seems to rise suspicions to the dream demon.
Huh, spicy dreams? Haven't seen them in a while, they thought to themselves.
They ate a corner of the fog, barely depleting much, and stumbled backwards. Their arms flail around. Daemonia seems to forget just how spicy lustful dreams can be.
"Huh~?" Amabelle tilted her head, her eyes brimming with curiosity. "A turtle? Mr. Turtle what are you doing here? It's dangerous to wander in such a place all alone!" She approached Contral and extended her hand to him. "Let's go, Mr. Turtle! I'll show you the way out!" The girl grabbed the Lab worker's hand and started walking in the direction which was known to her only, but then she suddenly stopped, turned to Contral and asked. "Buuuut if you are not busy, Mr. Turtle, maybe you'd like to play with me~?" She looked at him with puppy eyes, a plea in her voice. It seemed the girl was prettz lonely, but there was something... just unsettling about her. Was it really okay to believe this strange girl?
"I have heard you are interested in necromancy." Mendel stood over her completely still, holding in his arms a large book and a smaller notebook. He crouched down to her level and held out the book in front of her. "I am not one for encouraging others to partake in the art, but...if you ever need help or would like to...teach me as well, I am willing to listen." The huge book was an old, ornate book of Revival, from his father. It wasn't exactly necromancy, but it was close enough. The notebook on top was the one about necromancy, chock-full of notes and chicken scratch on Mendel's findings. "I am interested in your powers and would love to learn more from you. I myself am trying to get better at necromancy as well."
"...Also, I have a big "zombie" monster back at home if you two ever want to have a playdate."
"You know about plants, right?" Salvador said as he awkwardly shuffled into Mendel's flower shop. Of course, this person had to know 'something' about plants, as runs a successful flower shop, with living plants. Living plants.
Salvador awkwardly set down a small potted plant on Mendel's counter. The poor thing had died. Telltale ink black spots, in the form of fingertips, rested on the sprout. Salvador awkwardly grinned. "Can you eh... Bring this one back..maybe? I eh. Didn't want to you know, " he dragged his golden finger over his throat in some 'subtle symbolic way'. "Haha... Ha. I just wanted to look what would happen if..." he shrugged "well it's dead now."
Flynn's heart hammered in his chest the moment he laid eyes on the towering boulder of a man. Maximilian was mostly human, but there was just something off about him - the large fangs and that glint of restless violence he had in his eyes. Was the man a shadow that had managed to cross over into Oakwoods. Flynn didn't dare move, merely stared warily (from his hiding spot behind a dumpster) at the hulk of a man.
I need to tell Tobias about this. We can't have someone as dangerous as him roaming the streets... someone is bound to get hurt.
Non IC:
Basically, Flynn would assume Max is a shadow creature of sorts xD then report his appearance to the people in Sol / the rest of the defenders.
Masami glanced at the tall figure in front of her. His appearance was quite different than hers, but she didn't mind, as his smile seemed warm and welcoming.
"My, I think you'd be a perfect fit for one of my infamous tea parties. You don't have to be shy, it'll only be me, you, and a few of my stuffed animal friends." She took Flynn's hand and inspected it for a few seconds. "Your fingers might be a little to big for the fragile and petite tea cups though... But I'm sure we'll make it work!"
Leika twitched her ear thoughtfully, before spreading her arms. "You need a big big hug after all you endured, " she said while smiling brightly. With those words Leika wrapped both her arms around the smaller girl, forcing her in a makeshift bearhug.
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Her ears pricked. "Steak!" Leika grinned widely, "steak, steak steak!" She chanted, totally forgetting the whole 'sweater accident'
"You look familiar," Alcott murmured between puffs of his cigarette as he gazed down at Leika. After a brief explanation, he thoughtfully breathed out a stream of smoke. "A sweater, huh? That does sound like... me," he said with an awkward rub at the back of his neck. "I'm not too good at knitting normally, only on full moons. I can still make you some cookies, though. They might be a little burned. I can make a steak, if you want?"
the wyvern pounced towards her new toy excitedly, eager to play or perhaps take a few bites as a snack. he even had cigarettes to eat. however, a faint scent caused her to wrinkle her snout and scowl.
"ya got demon in you don't ya? nasty, nasty!!" the wyvern complained.
she circled Alcott closely. what to do? demons, even if there is only a little bit, taste a little... foul. a horrible taste and scent. with a growl, she made up her mind. might as well tug that offensive smelling hybrid apart. The wyvern pounced.