It was raining and Salvador had taken shelter under a shopfront. He wasn’t alone. Salvador shared the small space underneath the shop canopy with another person. He stared at Seven. Not at xem specifically, but at xeirs sketchbook.
“Are you an artist?” Salvador asked Seven. His voice got almost drained out by the rain. His curiosity, however, did not. The small thief slowly hopped closer to Seven. His eyes glued to the sketchbook.
“I can’t even draw,” Salvador said unprompted. “Never wanted to be an artist,” he added. “I wanted to be a miner. Didn’t work out.” Salvador frowned. “Can you show me your sketches? Can you draw me?” Salvador’s gaze finally snapped away from the sketchbook and back to its owner. “I pay you. Do you accept kronen?” The thief shook some kronen out of his jacket and presented the ivory/copper coins to the artist with little shame. He rolled the small, almost round coins between his fingers. As to make them look somewhat alluring. “I got 6. They are worth roughly 0.56 dollar a piece.”
(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!
Noomie was wary of Salvador. He had gotten too close, and it made the creature uncomfortable. Noomie stamped its feet, hoping he would get the message and leave. Unfortunately Salvador just got closer. Noomie bit Salvador on the arm, leaving a big bite mark and saliva.
Hayes slumped slightly while staring at Sé. This being confused him greatly. With no concept of the world outside of the farm, the only creatures the scarecrow was aware of that had horns were bulls and goats, yet those wings made him think of bats. Was it possible for something to exist that was a combination of the both? More so, Sé stood like a human. More and more confused, Hayes inhaled sharply, his face partially sucked in in the process.
"Can't tell. What. You are," he finally rasped. "Human. Bird. Bull. Can't tell. Too much. Hurts." Did he even have a brain? If he did, it was hurting him. Far too much for him to see anything else beyond the demon's surface features. The concept of a demon was already too much for him, anything revolving around romance and seduction would go completely over his head.
Poor Hayes would be there for a good while, trying to comprehend the situation.
Leaning on the fence of the old farmstead, Bow couldn’t help but observe the scarecrow try and fend off what was left of the dead crops in the old abandoned field he had somehow taken residence in. As he watched him shuffle around, grumbling to himself as he chased off the crows that seemed to almost enjoy pestering him, he quickly ducked under the fence to try and give him a hand.
“Shoo!” He shouted, bounding towards Hayes as a crow mischieviously stole a clump of his hay. “You leave this hardworking fella alone, you hear me?” Bow yelled as the crows fluttered off. He quietly turned back to Hayes, intimidated but nonetheless feeling bad for the poor guy. “I think you dropped your arm…sir?”
IcyHot scrunches up his nose slightly. Bowman smelled weird, like an interesting kind of weird. He picked up Bowman gently and inspected his outfit. “How odd.. why does every Inch of you smell like salt and fish.” He observed Bowman’s odd outfit and smiled. “You have nice taste in clothes.” IcyHot realized his temperature had risen too high because of his excitement. He quickly put bowman down, leaving him a tad dazed. “There you go strange bluish green earthling. Sorry about the scorch marks on your clothes.. but hey at least your warm now..”
Sunlight shimmered above the open market and the wind carried with it the scent of fresh produce and others goods. Maribelle was on a supply restock, given the money by her mentor and spending what little she actually had for herself on things that interested her. Stationary, mainly -- she found a planner and a few ink pens she liked -- but she also needed soap, and medical supplies, and...
She had noticed IcyHot before, and assumed him to be another shop-goer. So, in spite of his strange appearance, she chose to ignore him. Until she smelled something burning and glanced over her shoulder to find him... setting food on fire? She was pretty used to things being scorched to nothing, but this was too much. And it was food. Part of her panicked. What if he burned the entire market down? Forget how those who owned the stalls would feel -- what if she didn't bring enough back home with her? What if her mentor was disappointed in her?
She couldn't take it. And, when she got anxious, she got angry.
"What do you think you're doing?" Maribelle snapped at IcyHot, marching up to confront him, and never mind that she was probably just going to make the situation worse. "That's a waste of food! Do you have any idea how hard it is for some people to find food? Do you even need to eat? Freak!"
The teenager then scoffed. She paused before him, and then hissed out, "Get out of here! You're ruining everything!"
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Maribelle wasn't entirely happy or unhappy about the situation. On one hand, she was relieved to have any reason to leave the base, because at least then she wouldn't have to wash the stone floors by hand or scrub the stains out of people's underwear. On the other hand, with her lack of proper education in the past four years, she had only gotten to learn a lick of biology from her textbooks. Which was better than nothing! It wasn't like the standard education back home wouldn't fail her, such was the life of most students in most religion-focused school systems.
That all said, she was quiet. She at first viewed the ordeal as punishment -- maybe even a test -- as she stood aside from Margot, keeping a safe distance between them. Curiously, of course, she watched the insects around her in their terrarium, and the mantis scuttling onto the entomologist's hand.
Maribelle preferred the sternness in Margot's voice, anyway. There was something less trustworthy about most people who were simply nice. Then again, Maribelle was also fond -- or at the very least respectful -- when it came to her mentors. Most of them, anyway. She respected the zoologist, but that didn't stop her from... Nonetheless, she kept her mostly-neutrality, and she kept attentive. Study, don't ask many questions unless absolutely needed, all of which the girl found to be basic.
"I understand." she replied stiffly, "No touching the terrariums on the top shelf, keep an eye out for someone glowing coming into the laboratory." She would have to refrain from throwing things, though, she noted. She didn't want to break anything. "I will not bother you anymore than what's necessary, doctor."
Margot was pretty certain she had been sent the unruly teenager as some kind of punishment. It was unclear who was being punished, exactly. Margot's biting remarks and abrasive personality made her- unpopular, to put it kindly, among her fellow academics. Maybe Maribelle had lashed out at the wrong person- or maybe, it was some idiot's idea of a joke to put a pubescent child in her lab, to see who could make who crack first. As if a child's dysfunction and trauma were some kind of weapon, a prank you could pull.
Terrariums line the walls of her laboratory, sunlight peaking in through leaves that have been halfway munched on by fluttering aphids, and crawling caterpillars. The entomologist's beetle hands reach into a terrarium, more contained specially prepared than the calculated wild of her lab- allowing a bejeweled preying mantis to crawl along her finger. Margot is mostly inspecting it, rather than holding it out for demonstration- but Maribelle can see the fantastical insect, plain as day.
"-Here's how this is going to work." The woman chirps. Her voice isn't... kind, but she is direct, without wasting time on platitudes or saccharine comfort. The young girl is probably too smart for those, anyway. "You're going to come here. And you're going to study. I am a busy woman, which means I do not always have time for questions- but I understand your basic entomology textbooks will not guide you on all the inner workings of this lab, so I'll make time to teach you when it's necessary. You'll take written tests where I see fit. You may eat here, but be aware that the swarm may be more interested in your food than you are. You may argue with those idiots out there, but not me. Don't touch the terrariums on the top shelf, no matter how they sing. If you see a glowing blue halfwit in the lab, tell xer xe's not allowed, and maybe throw something while you're at it. And finally," She lets the jeweled mantis crawl back into it's terrarium, putting her full attention towards Maribelle, a makeshift apprentice. "You'll learn."
Coco pulled a vanilla folder from the shelf. On the tab, “Laverne, Margot” was written in pen. Coco opened the folder and saw the image of a strange greenish being seemingly dressed as a scientist or something. Coco looked through the folder’s contents. There were some of Coco’s notes of her habits. One of them said “seems to be obsessed with insects and their habits.” Coco also had heard about unethical experiments going on in Laverne’s lab.
And so Coco grabbed her cameras and listening devices out of a small cardboard box in her closet. She was going to go to this supposed lab and plant these devices around, hoping to catch this individual in the act of their unethical experiments.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Now just what are you doing with my friends? :)" Smiley hummed as he pulled himself out of the broken window. He rested his sledgehammer against his shoulder while looking over at the mess of red smiley faces he drew around the newly married couple. "Aren't they so happy? So, so happy. :) I painted them a picture for their marriage. :) Don't you think it's nice? I think it's nice. :) So why are you trying to change it? :)"
He paused. "Investigation? :) How silly! Silly, silly. :) What's there to investigate? They're in love and happy. :) Can't you tell with their smiles? That came from them, you know. :)" The paper bag slowly turned to face her, or more specifically the arsenal of weapons aimed at him. "Oh dear, oh dear. :)"
Whether by misfire or intentional, a bullet already whizzed through the arm holding his hammer. It fell to his side with the hammer tumbling to the ground, but he didn't seem fazed otherwise.
"You really ought to be careful, you know. :)" Smiley hummed, reaching down to pick up his hammer. At the angle, one could see that the wound had closed up. "Someone could get hurt. And if they're hurt, they'll be sad. :) We wouldn't want that, now. :)" He took a step closer. "Why don't you give those to me? :)"
I’ve put everything under a spoiler due to mentions of violence!
“What a beautiful smile.”
Tannin leisurely drifts next to Smiley as the latter happily butchers the man before them, and they watch the carnage unfold with their own twisted grin of amusement. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and better yet, the taste of fear. Spicy, bitter, sour: the entire room was a buffet for their senses.
And that was only the first victim of the night.
Billows of smoke escape their mouth as they continue to follow Smiley up a stairwell, pumping the house full of their gaseous breath. It serves to not only further incapacitate the other humans present but to also give their latest interest a boost in energy. A little ‘pick-me-up,’ if you will. They knew Smiley’s fear response worked differently than others: he just wasn’t anxiety sensitive. At least, not anymore. Thus, their potent concoction of carbon dioxide and oxygen wouldn’t be detrimental to his system.
They flick out their tongue. “There’s three more…” whispers the demon. “The taste is strongest there: riiight down that corridor… Ohhhh isn’t this fun? It’s like a game of hide-and-seek…!” Tannin phases through Smiley to gleefully float ahead. They envelop the area with their form, painting the walls black and leaving only three pristine doors visible. A two-dimensional, monochrome image of their head manifests above each entrance with a smile.
“Which one do you think our ‘friends’ are behind, hm…?” The halls echo with the sound of their scratchy voice. “Will it be lucky door number 1, 2, or 3…?”
There is something in xer walls. Is that possible, this deep into the earth? It's not as if you can have rats crawling through the rafters of a cement bunker. It's not as if you can tear up the floorboards and find anything except a solid grave. Maybe it was in the pipes? The circuits? The vents? Xe tore apart panels, tearing down what comforts and decorations xe had put up to disguise how truly closed off from the world xe was. Nothing.
"It's so strange, it's so strange, it's-" Xe is pacing, a twitching portrait of paranoia, white hair crackling outwards in a frantic electric static. Was xe imagining those trails of smoke? Was that smoke alive, or the laughter of another broken machine? As xer own anxiety increases, so does the click of the Geiger counter. Xer fear tastes like acid, like the burns of radiation. It swaddles xer body with each prick of fear up xer back- a thickening cloud of delicious, delicious poison. The more Xeno sat, choking down the horrible miasma of this fear, the more certain xe became that xe was being invaded. Someone is in xer space. Someone wants inside. Someone wants whats within xer.
And yet, xer bunker remained empty. Not another soul in sight, only the increasing, gut-wrenching suspicion something was about to crawl underneath xer skin and get xer. Xeno crowded xerself into the lab, as if xer vials of acid and metal bolts could protect xer. Xe strapped a filtration mask over xer head, securely.
"I-I know you're hiding, somewhere! I'll choke you out, if I have to!" Xe shouts into open air. Xe pulls a lever, flooding xer entire home with a noxious gas. It was desperate, it was poorly thought out, and if this invader was at all ephemeral, who knows if it would work. If there were any rats or vermin beneath the floorboards, though, they'd surely be gone. "You can't take me, you can't steal my bones, I'll down us both in cyanide. Get out!"
lol his adhd werewolf Brain go brrr for weird scientist
“Yo! Your a real mad scientist?! That’s so cool!” Logan’s tail wags and he inspects Xeno curiously. “You kinda look like an alien! Can I try on your googles they look neat.” Logan takes the goggles off Xeno and tried putting them on. He frowns. “Aw man they don’t fit.. IS YOUR BODY SEE THOUGH?! COOL.” Logan tilts his head and pokes Xenos chest with no regard for their personal space. His tail wags faster. “Nice glow bones!”
“Ah, sit, sit!” Fuun was excited to finally encounter someone within her little fortune telling stand. Today had been unusually slow. “So..a werewolf, hmm?” They chirped and sat down. at their small table. It was a stereotypical set up with a crystal ball, though, it appeared to actually work. The inner-smoke swirled into what looked like nonsense, but they were actually Kanji for words such as “death” or “suffer.” It was their little way to get their “magic” going.
Fuun leaned over the table, “Now…” their voice lowered and they gave him a sinister smile. “What would you like to know?” they leaned in just a little bit closer, “I see and I know, everything.”
"Ah, I see, so you must be a demon." Petchoa said, as she observed the Demon. "You don't seem like you would harm anyone, but who knows, looks can be deceiving as the old saying goes." Petchoa looked a few seconds, but then decided to take Fuun back to her place.
When both of them got to Petchoa's place, she decided to summon a Pumpkin to make some Pumpkin soup. "Let's see if I still have the ingredients to make this." Petchoa whispered to herself, as she looked through a cookbook. Once Petchoa was finished with the soup, she handed a bowl to Fuun, "Here's some Pumpkin Soup, new friend." Petchoa said. The two of them just chatted for a while, talking about what they usually do and what not. "So, you say you're a fortune teller, huh?" Petchoa asked Fuun, "Well, it'd be cool if I could hear about what my fortune is sometime soon, but alas, it is getting kinda late, and you seem like you need to be somewhere at the moment; thanks for stopping by though." The two of them essentially parted ways, with Petchoa waving as Fuun walked on her own path.