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

Vo wasn't really sure what to say at first. He was quiet for a few seconds, befre finally saying something.

"Hey kid, you doing alright? Looks like you've been through some shit. You seem pretty violent as well, I can almost sense it. I have a few ways of tormenting souls, maybe I should show you some time. Might turn out to be interesting. I've got tons of methods to make people suffer, I won't even ask your reasoning for wanting them to suffer if you're curious."

He gave Sable a grin and chuckled a little.

Rylex drops a care package in front of Vo. The young soldier looks at the demon and smiles at him. Boy did that boy had such white and perfect pearlies. "Sup pimp!" The enthused soldier hooks his arms around Vo as if they had been buddies since forever. "Say... Rylex gone gift these here items to you. Just cuz man. Cuz you a cool guy. Aye!!! And Rylex just generous yo!" The soldier slaps Vo's chest hard then goes over to open the package. "See here. Rylex got all sorts of goodies here yo." The starts to take them out one by one. "Bam! Here be some srirachy sauce, cuz Rylex knows his boy loves them food all extra spicy! Bam! And here look, a bottle of whisky! Wooo!" As he shows off the items in the bag. "Rylex even got you stack of cigs. Rylex aint no smoker but he knows you is!" Rylex slides the items over to Vo. "Rylex going on a dangerous mission tomorrow. He don't know if there be a returned home journey. You feel? But in the case Rylex sees you in the afterlife, you remember the items Rylex gave ya. Aye? Haha! Rylex prefers his soul stay wid him." 

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"Oh shit! You gone do dat for Rylex??! God damn hell yeah! Rylex n the boys loved to! Just show the way J!" As Rylex willingly let her lead the way. He was super excited about a place with the finest ladies. And a place to eat! That's better than stew. "J. You beent Rylex fren for a while. This best not be a trap. Rylex trusts you!"

What? Wasn't he supposed to be at a doctor's office? Now he was watching what he assumed was an attempted capture. A rather overdressed, armored-up soldier was being tugged on by a very scary-looking lady. Certainly not the strangest thing he's ever seen around here. Wherever they were going, though, Leppo felt like he must come along with them. He stood to his feet and kept glancing at J out of the corner of his eye. There might not be much that a simple robot mechanic can do, but what the hell? If he could prevent a possible capture or another situation like that, he was going to attempt it, lest the guilt of not attempting to do anything get to him. He kept looking and waiting for those two to move enough for him to follow. It was quite obvious the amount of staring he was doing.

Samuel muttered to himself quietly below is prosthetic mask. "A mechanic specializing in prosthetics-! How cool!" Sam readjusted his arm, which dangled loosely to his side, before being seemingly hit by an idea. "Wait! If 'e specializes in prosthesis I wonder if 'ed make me one!" Sam smiled with his eyes seemingly pleased with his idea. "I could be robo-Sam! how neat! I wouldn't need to worry about my arms getting all messed up all the time! I'll have to let my new nurse know! The world won't know what hit 'em! Robo-Sam to the rescue!"

vvv”De-demonic corruption?? Hey! Is it just cause I’m sick! I was born like this I can’t help that my arms fall off and scare the neighbors-!” A clear sense of startled anger was behind his prosthetic face, before quickly changing to guilt. Sam covered his eyes with his hands. “Oh no!! That’s so rude of me… I’m not normal caught off guard like that! Sam you can’t be mean to new people! What if their doctors who are willing to take you!“

(me: see’s demon in bio
me 5 seconds later: EVEN THOSE TAINTED WITH A BIT OF DEAMON BLOOD WILL MEET VALNIER AND HIS BITCH ASS

Valnier looked for the paper in his hand, then back to Samuel. He could have sworn that the reports of some sort of deamon were being tossed around. But he hardly expected this, a young man sitting alone, with a placid face mask. It reminded him of the Slaaneshi cultists who saw everything as a stage play. But that was besides the point. 

Striding up to Samuel he declared in his most commanding and sharp tone he could muster at his age “YOU HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF HARBORING DAEMONIC CORRUPTION! Show me your hands and turn yourself in so that we may truly get to the bottom of such an accusation” having rehearsed this line several times with people he had already dealt with in his career. Still, felt odd putting a mostly normal…thing, Away. But it was his duty and he shall not deny it.

   Rusty was patrolling his territory when he spotted Valnier. Valnier was refilling his canteen and didn’t see the dinosaur in the water. Rusty growled and dived into the water nearby, sending a huge wave over Valnier. The spinosaur continued to make low growling noises. He hoped that his movements would scare this human off. Fisherman were fine, But Valnier looked like a hunter. Rusty didn’t trust hunters. He sank farther into the water and started to approach Valnier but stopped short. He hovered in the water and watched Valnier intently. For now Valnier didn’t seem like a threat, but Rusty had to be sure there wasn’t any more hunters nearby..

Four stood in silence, gawking up at the rather tall- dinosaur, in all her years on this planet this was not a creature she had crossed paths with.  To her knowledge they had been extinct since before her time- and she's been alive for a very long time. She wasn't sure how to react, should she even speak to the creature? Dumbly the woman could only extend her hand out to Rusty, Four wasn't exactly scared of the creature- after all in a way, she was just a creature herself. Should she need to shift into her fox form, she could.  

((Aaaaah thank you paramedic I’ll write something back after work 🥺))

Four looks from Sean, to the house, back to the taller man with that usual confused look of her's.  The music was loud- painfully so, especially for someone with sharp hearing- such as herself.  But, she'd muscle through it, after all she had an imagine to keep up- that she was simply human, and a very normal one at that.  She hadn't known there'd be a theme to the party so she kept it casual, the usual pink dress, and white cardigan look as the weather started to turn with falls springing forward.  Truthfully, she didn't need the warmth as she was always warm in part to her species.  

With Sean pushing the door open for her, she takes a step forward only to stop short as the male leans down to her height, Four can only manage an owlish blink as their faces are close, and Sean speaks.  'It's just me' He speaks to her as if they already have such a familiarity with each other, as if those words and his presence alone would bring comfort.  Four, makes note of this, ears flushing a bit as she peels her gaze away.  Taking her steps into the house, she mutters a small, " Oh, this is exactly the kind of place I'd expect one of my siblings to materialize directly into." Tres had always been a fan of parties.  

Truthfully, being a kitsune with quick regenerative abilities, her metabolism's speed was inhuman, and the woman could just about drink any human under the table should she choose to, but being the weaker out of most, she did still hold the ability to get drunk. Just took a lot to get her there. 

[im love her so much...]

He grins down at her, standing directly outside the front door of a house party. As promised, he picked her up and brought her over to where one of the hottest spots nearby campus were; the party house. Now whilst it wasn't really a house designated for parties- to become an occupant of it, you had to know how to throw them. Luckily, this semester it harbored some of the school's wildest individuals who really went out of their way to make each event a memorable one. While last weekend's theme was The Hospital, this weekend's was 80's Horror, as the fall season was beginning. Personally, Sean didn't dress up. To him, that was more of a 'feminine' thing to do. Besides, nobody cared about men's costumes, everyone just wanted to see the women.

Behind the door, there's music that shakes the entire house's outside perimeter. It's dark and crawling, though heavy with a thick bass and drums. Whilst he reaches to push the entrance open for Four, he playfully leans closer to her height. "It's okay to let loose, you know? It's just me. Your brothers aren't going to be here." 

[hed take her to a damn party apparently]

"You're interested in that?" Frankly, he knew Ennette was curious about the sport, as the times they'd hung out before she vocalized it. But actually wanting to go to a game? He never thought she'd be intrigued enough to do that. Hell, he was barely interested in doing it himself. Whilst he was a baseball player, Sean was never actually into the sport. He was good at it; he had amazing hand and eye coordination- but anything past hitting or pitching the ball to teammates just wasn't on his to-do list. If Ennette wanted to, though? Then maybe it might be actually be fun. His coach sometimes made the team watch the 'pros', and he never found it captivating enough to keep his attention; but watching her get excited over the game could be different. He glances to the line where many gather now, waiting to get inside the arena. 

"Alright, yeah. Let's go. They have all kinds of music if it's a popular game." Which.. naturally, it was. "You'll probably like the little shows they put on." 

"Well, ah, I'd really love to go to a baseball game," Ennette said with every word quieter than the last. She avoided eye contact, instead looking down at her hands, which fidgeted with her sash. Did she say that right? Baseball? Was that the right word, even? Does one even go to a game of baseball? Ah, how she hoped she didn't sound like a lost, ignorant tourist!

"You've mentioned playing it. I'm not too familiar with the sport, b-but I hear it's very popular here! Not only would I get to learn more about it, but it would be good for a foreign leader to be seen making efforts like this, r-right?" Ack, don't stutter! That's not strong for a leader!

Ennette bit back her insecurity. F-Focus on something else to help! Like... Like Sean's hair! So... soft-looking. And... And his eyes, so clear but mysterious. She could feel herself swooning, but quickly shook it out of her head. "W-Well! Shall we get going? I hear an organ plays during these kinds of events? I've never heard one outside of small bands and churches!"

( Ahaha :Dc Sorry, the wordiness cannot be stopped.)

Aaaaa here we go :3c

[i think this is my first time actually writing a long sterling post on the games. dies.]

Sterling was not a knight. Maybe one day, when it was all over, he would be knighted and exalted, just something for him to dream about while working or lazing, but he was not a knight. He could just afford armor and a sword from what he scrounged together, but what was that in comparison to her? Illanya donned steel and furs impossible for him to ignore when he first saw her.

Not that he was envious, mind you. He had a "sense" for power, as he might call it, and she fit the bill on her own -- staunch and hard-headed with a chiseled physique to match. Maybe it was appealing to him, as he then came to ruminate on. She was only a passerby to him, but even that was enough for him to decide that... he really, really wanted to fight her. If he won, after all, that would be another instance of his #AlphaMaleStatus to be asserted, and the so-called knight dominated. Would it be enough for him to gain the respect he craved from his superiors? Or, superior. There was only the one he truly admired. Even if he had an inkling of doubt, he was sure said superior felt the same way, too.

..And even if he had an inkling of doubt that he could really take on Illanya, Sterling rose from his seat. The room they were in was bustling, with silverware clacking and people chatting, and it took a moment for him to swim over to her, but once he reached Illanya, he slipped in carefully to confront her. Or speak to her. There wasn't much of a confrontation yet.

There was the thinnest layer of uneasiness, he realized, upon closer inspection of the woman. Maybe it was best that they left this place.

"If you're worth salt, you'll meet with me." Sterling said to Illanya, his voice gruff as it always was, "I don't know how people like you work. Maybe you get shit like this all the time."

Frankly, he didn't care if she got these sorts of requests on the reg. It was more of a be-there-or-be-square situation for him, but then maybe she much preferred being a square.

"No weapons, not a lick of your magic, and off with our armor." he continued, "There's a bridge out of the way where the water's not so deep. 'Course if you don't come, I'll just have to assume you've gotten where you are by the blood inside of you, not the blood you might've spilt. What a shame that'd be."

my lip is bleeding rn

His fingers gently shook as he pinched the lock picks between his fingers. “Sit still,” he hissed at Sterling. “Or de veins in yer hands will get pinched off.” Roswell looked at the soldier right in the eyes, squeezed his own an eye a bit. After the staring contest, Roswell focused on the handcuffs again. Two iron hoops with a black box between them.  Making any of the hand movements impossible.
“Yer lucky oi’m was in the neighbourhood,” Roswell mused as he started to pick the lock. It was a small lock and fully needed his attention. “Fuchs got his kicker’s pretty in a twist when he heard one of his best soldiers got captured. And oi wanna stay on good terms with yer boss,” he said. Still poking the pick around.
“Yer look a bit loike him, if Raphael ate sum protein dat is. ” Roswell couldn’t help but taunt. Now that his neck was just outside the giant’s man reach. “Yer should consider growin’ out a moustache loike him. It will make yer face a bit more… Whole,” he said. The crook quickly looked at the other as he said that. Just baiting out a reaction. He then shrugged. And just on cue, the lock clicked.
Roswell stepped backward and quickly pocket the picks back in his coat sleeves. He held his hand out to Sterling, an invitation to help the man stand up.
“Oi’m sure dey hid yer long sword somewhere aroun’ here. Till dat time yer can lend one of me daggers if yer loike.” Roswell plucked a small dagger from his belt. It was not a kram. But the blade wasn’t straight either. A zig-zag patron was carefully forged into it. “We mostly use it to cut thick hemp ropes,” he explained as he handed over the heavier blade. “But it can sting very well. It hooks in people’s flesh ‘nd when pulled back,” he smiled sheepishly.“ It doesn’t look good. Now give it a swing, not at me, ‘nd follow me.” 

(I'm so sorry, TIME FOR A CALLBACK, it's short but yes

Mandragora had finally found the bastard. Rumors, threats, and a few broken noses had gotten her enough directions to get to the single-eyed bandit. Roswell would lose his hands and his other eye...and whatever she could get her hands on. It was funny in a twisted way. Khaine had willed her to lose her weapon and one actual possession, her scarath and night silk cloak. Gone, taken when she allowed herself to have fun. ALL BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID THIEF, MAN! WHY DID SHE LET HIM- no-no, be calm

She was at the door now to the fool's home. She had with her a small knife, and she was proficient with all blades. BUT SHE WANTED HER SCARATH BACK! She raised her foot, and broke the door in. With a loud shout of "GIVE BACK!!"