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

(not totally confident on all the accuracy, so hopefully this is fine!)

"Ah... This is yours?" Caelestis gazed sheepishly at the woman that had strode hastily from some ways away, appearing unsurprisingly distraught as far as he could make out from the current distance. To be fair, it wasn't exactly his plan to materialize in the middle of what appeared to be… someone's garden, but with that story not being something he was about to explain to any stranger, little plausible excuse naturally remained to provide towards this garden's apparent owner as a result. He looked down guiltily at his feet, still crunching down upon a few pitiful stems that belonged to the plant beds in question. Freshly budding, darling things—one could assume—at last attaining their first delightful glimpses of light, only to be crushed back down by the firm presence of a shoe thudding down from above. He stepped aside, only for yet another dreaded crunch below to be felt.

"Some lovely pumpkins you have about here," he commented with an awkward semblance of a chuckle. Hopefully not including whatever he'd just cruelly trod upon. 

From what could be made out of the surroundings, to Petchoa's hat, as well as the rest of her attire, one particular theme was indeed quite prominent. As well as the realisation that it was, in fact, a witch's garden that he had been found standing inexplicably within. Between simply embarrassingly careless, or that of a petty garden thief, Caelestis found himself wondering as to which it would be more preferable to appear as by now. "I… apologize for your plants. Please, allow me to intrude no longer." How wonderful it would be to simply phase back out of existence at the moment, alas.

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     "My, I didn't expect you to run away now," a familiar voice purred. With a cheshire grin to match, Nikolai appeared besides Caelestis in a puff of purple smoke. "You don't look much different. I'm rather jealous-- Ah, but I suppose not as much as you are, hmm? Tell me, dearie, what do you envy about me? Go on, I could use the praise~" he taunted while striking pose after pose. Of all the Sins, Envy's soul both hated and loved Sloth the most. Although Sloth was ever silent in his own mind, he couldn't help but wonder if Envy was the same right now for Caelestis.

     "How is it being a Sin, darling? Have you adjusted well? Envy-darling isn't being too overwhelming?" He roamed towards the nearest spot he could sit on, a rock, and dusted it off to do just that. While crossing his legs, he waved a hand dismissively at Caelestis, "Before you ask, too, yes. They will be back within the next couple days." There was a pause, and Nikolai's half-lidded eyes lost their playful sheen. "Have you considered that part, dearie? Your reunion? We haven't quite taken their feelings into account, have we? Have you considered that they won't want Envy back? You hold his soul right now, can you willingly give him back to them now that you know what he's like?"
     Nikolai tilted his head, "Have you considered yourself? I've dabbled in a few different worlds myself, dearie, so I have some understanding myself but you're rather active in all the ones you visit, aren't you? I imagine there are a few stories not going as intended, hmm? It's the same law as the flow of time, the more you stay, the more damage you create. It seems that damage might be more towards yourself, yes? Countless memories clinging to you?" He leaned in slightly. "Have you thought about what it is exactly you want for yourself in the very, very long run?" He leaned back and yawned, "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be asking you about reflection with Envy-darling in your mind."

     Nikolai lifted his legs off the couch and pinched his nose. "Ugh. Gracious, what a revolting thing you are."

   Pissbaby giggles and twitches it’s ears. It stares at Nikolai ominously and rarely blinks. “wee-tah-kah-loo-loo. Tell me a joke!” It hopped around under his feet like an excited dog. It’s tail swishes around. “Let’s P-l-a-a-y!” The furbies voice becomes distorted and hard to hear. It giggles and nips at Nikolai’s ankles. 

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  That was so entertaining to read! I could definitely picture that happening.

Yukio's idly combing through the pews of his church when he stumbles across - well. He's not quite sure what this thing is, though he smiles at how gaudy it is.. how did this end up here?

He pops a squat and assesses it from a distance. A child's toy, it must be - left behind after his Sunday service. That'd make sense.

Ah, well. A good man would hold onto it until he saw the child again - and Yukio quite fancied pretending to be a good man. So he moves closer to it, hoisting it up by its blue tail, and..

Eugh.

Eugh.

Lord - what is that smell? Wrath's nose crinkles, faced with the stench of something he couldn't put to words if he tried. Suddenly, he finds this thing quite vexing, his leisurely, insincere smile turned wrought with annoyance. Gross. And so unsightly, too. 

So Yukio stomps with a furious mission to the entrance of the church, and with furrowed brow reels his arm back to throw whatever this thing was out and away from him. So he does, moving his arm back to hurl it clear across the parking lot, only...

..Well. It's stuck to his hand. Yukio grimaces, gritting his teeth, and backed by absolute, divine hatred, he spins, launching dear Pissbaby clear across the concrete stretch and into some bushes. He grins, a little too disheveled for how simple a task he'd just completed, and wipes his sticky hands off on the sides of his robe before slinking back off into his church.

(it is! i love your reply >:])

By the time Sang-Hanuel Hyeon's made his way through the grand doors of Yukio's church, the priest is back to dutifully tending to the altar at the front. He puts still-lit candle flames out with the pads of his fingers, listening uninterestedly as yet another slayer of wicked things speaks of their righteous duty, their initiative to cleanse the world of horribly cruel things like him.

By the time the man lights his cigarette, Yukio turns, exasperated. He feigns a yawn, casting his gaze back over his shoulder to look at the setting sun's light through the stained glass window.

Could he finish this by sunset?

Ah. Probably!

"Goodness. You are so boring." He mumbles childishly, rolling his eye. Still, he seems keen to entertain the monster hunter's kind offer - so he moves across the aisle, now face-to-face with Sang-Hanuel Hyeon. Even with the smoke between them, there's a terribly necrotic smell in the air.

He addresses the cigarette hanging between the man's lips with annoyance, putting it out leisurely.

"So sophisticated, you think you are," he smears the ashes between his fingers, "but you have no taste for tobacco. It's insulting you think I'd take this, stranger."

The room was dark - hundreds of mahogany shelves lined the enclosed area, most filled to the brim with black-colored books with gold trimmings. Dim lanterns hung between the gaps of each row, emitting trails of smoke, and the flames within them glowed a gloomy red. Yet despite the dreary environment, Sang-Hanuel Hyeon’s memory chamber was well-kept and elegant.

All was silent except for the sound of paper slowly being turned. 

“Interesting…” Tannin lounged on the wooden floor, thumbing through a rather thick novel. Similar items were scattered around their figure, alongside a few torn pages. “So…you were orphaned. Twice. That’s rather unlucky… My condolences…” Their finger morphed into a pen, and they silently jotted something down inside. The room groaned and shook as they did so, but they paid it no mind.

Then, they picked up another book. “Hm…no close relationships and described as a ‘lone wolf’… Now…what purpose does that serve, I wonder…?” Tannin smiled at the information, but there was no warmth in his expression. “What does the big, strong Hyeon have to protect himself against…? It’s certainly no monster: you slay them so easily…”

    IcyHot spotted Tannin as they approached the doors to the club.  He takes a moment to observe them, smoke slowly rising from his nostrils. “Hold on bud you can’t just wander in here.” He gently shoved Tannin back. “Show me your ID first, this is a club after all. I can’t let you in until you prove your an adult.” IcyHot was used to creatures of all walks of life entering the club. He watched as Tannin held out a slime covered card. He inspected it for several minutes before handing it back to them. “Alright everything looks good! Have fun in there, but not too much fun!” IcyHot chuckled and led Tannin inside the busy club. 

     "What incredible powers. You have such mastery over the elements," NV praised quietly. They circled him slowly until they were right in front of him, stuffing their hands in their pockets while their wraps began to squirm and move. "An alien with a memorable design. I bet everyone you pass by remembers you so vividly, if not for your appearance, then your personality and powers. You command every room you step into. It's no wonder someone's fallen in love with you."
     The wraps cautiously snaked their way towards IcyHot. "I can't stand how amazing you are. I wish I could know as much as an inch of what you go through, I wish I could be adored and respected like you. So please, help me understand what it's like to be you."

"Oh, you poor thing. You poor, sweet little thing..."

Chelsey's plastic joints creak as she reaches out, as if to cradle NV's face. Their poor, poor face- hidden behind so many bandages, like a patient in a burn ward. Poor, poor NV. Poor, poor unloved child. So much shame in their heart. So much horrible, gut-wrenching desire. It seemed almost criminal to her, that NV had gone this long without being fixed, without anyone loving them enough to transform them into someone beautiful, desirable.
It doesn't occur to Chelsey that this may have already happened. It doesn't occur to Chelsey that this line of thinking may have been the problem all along. Instead, she holds out a plastic, smiling mannequin face- A gift, a sign of good will, something for NV to take.

"Let my Hospital take you under His wing, dear. We can cure you, reforge you. Let us bring you new skins- a thousand skins, however much flesh it takes for you to be whole. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to be saved?"

Pill just so happens to stumble upon a plastic looking...thing. They let out a groan and scrunch up their nose. "Holy fuckin hell, a life sized toy..I don't like your energy, it's cramping my style~ Say. How about I take you apart? Examine you? Rip you to shreds love? We don't need sleeping gases~ With someone like you, you need to be rebuilt. You disgusting, horrid beast!" Pill laughs manicly, their heart shaped pupils dialating at the thought of tearing someone open. "I promise to love you during the process...you'll need it~"

They raise their arms and slowly walk closer to the creature. Did it bleed? Would it fight back? They wanted to know how it worked, then to just leave the remains there? A beautiful dream come true.

(This demon is a mix of Lust and Wrath for context ToT)

    He approaches Pill in his swivel chair. His light bulb is a mellow yellow ish white color. His default color. The doctor stands up and gently tugs on Pills horns. “Very sturdy and free of cracks, excellent!” He writes something on his clipboard. Then he studies Pills ears by gently flicking them. With a nod and a smile he writes more notes. “Alright my dear do you have any issues/concerns? Are you currently in any pain? This was originally supposed to be just a check up. But I will be happy to help  if something is wrong.”

Redael could do nothing but wonder how on earth he'd ended up in another doctor's office and he eyed the doctor with heavy suspicion, gaze not leaving the man's hands for a single second. The demon's whited-out eyes seemed to show little concern, but the occasional flinch or hitched breath spoke far louder volumes than any word that came out of his mouth. Though Dr. Blub seemed to have good intentions, Red's patience for being examined was quickly wearing thin. With a low growl, he shuffled back on the examination table, his tail lifting to push the doctor away from him. "I've had enough of this." He murmured, finally looking away from the other man.
 "It's clear there's no solution to this, there's no point looking into it any further."

With that, he sat up sharply and stood up, gone in a flash of white light. 

Aminia would definitely get her ass beat for talking to a demon! But, she couldn't help herself. Something about Redael caused her to pity him, though she might not be able to comprehend the experiments he had cruelly been forced to undergo, she decided it was up to her to help him. Or, maybe not help him -- goodness knows she wasn't that powerful, not even close to the demon himself -- but to take off a bit of the stress? She could do that much, at least.

"I know it's probably a bother. Maybe." she said to him, though her voice was lighthearted, "But, like, you always look kind of anxious all the time. So, how about we just spend some time together? I know a really good spa parlor in the city where we can get massages, and you can get your hair washed and combed out. I mean, no offense, but you're just a little disheveled there? ..Would you want to, though?"

Aminia paused. Maybe a public outing wasn't the best thing. So, she offered him another option, one out of sight. It would hopefully keep him from others' curiosity, anyway. "I mean, we can also go into my lord's gardens. I can get you some tea. Or whatever you want to drink. I think I'll just ask the workers for pomegranate juice and some gelato. It is summer, after all! How about you?"

Sable forced himself to walk up to the woman. He didn't like talking to adults, but this one seemed very kind and had no ill-intentions. He was a bit hunched, and he seemed to be tucking his arms in. He tried to signal to her through body language he didn't want to talk, and partly hoped she'd understand, but continued to talk to her anyway.

He already began to regret his decision of talking to her. "H-hi. I know I'm uhh- not supposed to-" Sable paused for a moment, and rushed himself to talk. "You just seem very kind, and- and I just thought maybe uhh- I'd just tell you because I don't know if anyone else has. So just in case you're not being told of how kind you are, uh- I'll just tell you, I guess. I mean- just to let you know that you're doing good... and stuff." Sable walked away quickly, thinking about how weird he might've seemed. He wouldn't get this out of his head for a long time.