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

Alois has been sitting in Algernon ever since it opened, watching students going in and out. Unfortunately, he was very sloppy with his schedule that night, and had to escape into Algernon to escape the morning sun rays. And now he was trapped in this.. admitedly charming flower and coffee shop. Until then, he hadn't had a chance to take in the athmosphere much while planning his escape. Which he did by sitting as far away from the windows to stay in the shade, while also staring out of them. Once the cafe closed at 6pm it should be dark enough to traverese in the shadows... Right?
So for now, he'll just have to stay awake. Which will be hard, evident by how he's yawning up a storm, carefully covering his mouth everytime to hide his fangs. He had to find something something to do. Scarlet eyes fell on the barista of this place. Alois stood up and walked to the counter. "Hello.." he smirked with a hoarse voice as soon as he sat down. "You von't mind me staying here for a while, vill you? I von't cause any trouble I'm just..." The vampire nervously shot a glance outside. "Hindered... Do you need any help around here?"

v AAAA you wrote that beautifully ✨ it didn't feel like you took over my oc too much at all (which I appreciate btw) don't worry! ^o^

(ooc: it just has to be Blake... Alois is like.... exactly the reason "vampires" is on his Likes and Dislikes. Well, maybe a little less why they're on his dislikes. I really hope I can do Alois justice with this scenario.. I deliberately leave Alois actions very vague, you can imagine them however you see fit)

Blake had heard about the vampire attacks recently. But now it had become personal as someone he was acquainted with fell victim to the attacker. It wasn't fatal and they were recovering, but Blake was concerned about it getting worse. Not for himself, he was confident he could handle most vampires with ease, but for his siblings and pack mates. Now having at least a faint idea of what he was looking for he held his nose in the cold evening breeze while patroling through town. It wasn't the most reliable method chasing somebody down when he had never met them himself, but the vampire had left some of his scent on the last victim and Blake had a rough description of what he looked like. He would definitely recognize him once he found him.
Hours passed and the night got darker and darker until eventually even most of the lights went out. Blake knew the middle of the night was probably the most likely for the vampire to be active but he couldn't help yawning and wishing he could go home and lie in his bed. Just when the thought crossed his mind though he finally picked something up. The scent basically hit him in his face and being this intense he almost wolfed out from the adrenaline rush. Not even the worst idea as he soon had to realize, the vampire had found him long before he had found the vampire. Someone like Blake who, for anyone with somewhat competend senses, was screaming 'werewolf' was probably raising suspicion when walking around at night like he was looking for something. Apparently Alois had realized he had to deal with Blake who was obviously trying to track him down and decided to confront him. (ooc: It could either be more aggressive like threatening Blake physically to leave him alone or just talking to him, I'm not sure what would work best)

"There you are...", Blake tried to sound confident, but being spooked by the other like that apparently did hurt his pride a bit. "...I hope you don't think I'm looking for a fight", he tried to deescalate the situation from the get go. "I'm just here to warn you that you might get in trouble if you keep up those... eating habits. And should you try something like that on my pack I'll personally rip you apart". It didn't even sound like a threat this time, Blake almost sounded like he was making a purely rational remark. "I know what it's like to have ugly impulses, I'm in no position to judge that. But I've met enough vampires that I've lost my patience for any mind games, so don't think I'd hesitate to bite first...".

There was always something so exciting about visiting a new city. New streets. New people.
Xander adjusted his hat. Fairhope was familiar and still so very different from the city he came from. 

“Ah, pardon me!” he said. Raising his hand as he approached Blake. “Pardon me, can I ask you a question?” The singer moved over to the other. He took a folded paper map from his jacket pocket and held it out to Blake. “Are you familiar with this city?’ he asked. Xander’s eyes quickly scanned the other’s face. He didn’t look ‘supernatural’ to Xander. The singer frowned. You can't assume that the first person you approach in this town is a supernatural being, Xander reminded himself sharply. That’s rude.
He realized that he was staring and cleared his throat. Xander’s gaze shifted back to the map in his hand. “I am looking for this hotel,” he tapped the map with his fingers.  “-And I have to admit that I’m a bit… Ah… I am lost, sir.” Xander smiled shyly. “Can you sir maybe give me some pointers? Or at least show me on this map where we are right now?”  

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Xander's nose wrinkled slightly at the sight of the union flags. It was no secret that he wasn't a fan of the Empire. But he did not comment on it, or on the way his friend ate those nuts. "Thank you," he laughed as he accepted the bag. Xander took a few nuts and played around with them between his fingers, his eyes darting over the festival square. He didn't even notice the man running up to him until Valnier shoved him aside. "Oh, thank you. I was the same,"he added. "There were festivals in Granietsheuvel, the city I originate from. But none were as big as these so far in the North." 

Valnier took another handful of salted nuts and shoved him in his mouth. The Union Day festival was reminiscent of some of the holidays, specifically the day of Laxxie. But it was enjoyable with company much more than it was enjoyable alone. As he crunched down on the salted food, he moved the small sack over to the man he was escorting. While with his other hand he shoved away a much too excitable man from running into Xander. "I have to say that I am always pleasantly surprised by the festivities of cities that I visit. When I was young I believed my home was the only one in all the realms to ever have celebrations." 

     "Your animals are marvelous." Otto said to Valnier, as he approached the giant ant, the older man's mount. It was typical of Durtarv, he believed, carried by insects so magnificent, but Otto could only see... well, what they were. Insects, enlarged, their compound eyes and bone-breaking mandibles as freakish as he oft found them to be on their smaller kin. He tried not to look at their faces for too long because of this. The insects he liked were butterflies, ladybirds, and the occasional moth if it was fluffy, not...

     "You must be busy. Your work -- it reminds me of the inquisitors of home. I have some who work under me, but I tend not to oversee their investigations lest it is brought to court." He faced Valnier, keeping his hands close to his body. He didn't want to make too friendly of a motion, but it seemed Valnier cared not for it, anyway. "Removing all that is wrong with the world, it... it is admirable, your work is exceptional in the sense that you keep people safe from the unholy, the discord that threatens your city -- you deserve more recognition for it."

     "..Could you show me your work, perhaps?" the magistrate requested, speaking as mildly as before, though his tone picked up a sense of curiosity as well, "Only to show me the ropes. It may prove useful with the force."

@ NP: If you cannot access Otto's profile, please respond to Joab instead.

     Ah, it was that woman from before, the one he'd seen near the coffee shop. He'd been hoping she would be better the next time he'd see her, but she seemed to be the same - concerningly thin frame, bandages over what he could see of her arm, bags under her eyes, and a smile that didn't reach them. These were all observations from a detective, any other outside perspective would only see a bright, sunshine-y woman seemingly over the moon. 

     Jey approached her with a sincere smile. "We meet again, ho ho!" he chimed. "How are you doing, young lady? Better, I hope? Oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Jey Walker. How did you like those baked treats the other day? That cafe has such delicious treats, doesn't it?"

     He'd tried to look into her, but there was no info that brought up anything concerning. Even if files had been hidden or destroyed, there would have been some kind of trail to show it. Either it never existed and there was something else going on, or whoever buried the information was beyond a professional. Perhaps if he was able to spend some time with her she'd end up telling him?

     "You know," Jey started, "As tasty as those were, well, I don't mean to brag, but I make tasty treats with my grandkids all the time. Why don't you join us? I'm sure they'd be excited to bake with someone that's not so old, ho ho ho!"

Tash just sits in the corner while looking at both people talking to each other, she sees Asher pass out because of the wine and now she is laying on the ground. no one can see Asher due that Tash taking control of the "body" Now, she doesn't like being around people she hopes that no one notices her in the corner of the room hiding. She is still scared of people when she is alone due to trauma.

follow upvv

She shake her head "I...I want to go home" She almost try to hold back her tears "I'm scared....crowded people....bad people....evil....Him...." she almost talk to herself "I want home..." she hugged her knee very highly like a self defiance "Mom, I'm scare, I want to wake up from this bad dream, I'm scare" her body is shaking in fear

Bridge wasn't quite sure what to do here. She didn't exactly voluntarily engage in social gatherings like this on the regular, and the volume of people in the area was a bit disorienting. However, amidst the hustle and bustle within the room, she couldn't help but notice Tash nestled in the corner, clearly uncomfortable with the situation she was in. The initial urge to approach Tash and comfort them is impeded by the fear that she may startle them, but she decided to take the chance. It was unlikely anyone else would take notice as soon as she had.

Taking careful strides over to Tash's hiding place, she crouched down to be at eye-level with the girl, a soft look of concern now seeping through onto her face. She spoke with the same caution as she had strode over in the first place, like consoling a child, "Hello, dear... Are you alright?"

They shifted their weight a bit to rest on their heels, now, hugging their knees to their chest.

     BRIC’s face screen lights up and flashes a happy smiling face. He sees Bridge walking.The robot approaches Bridge with confidence. His robot voice sounds mellow and calm. “Hello! I’m B.R.I.C! I don’t recognize you..” He tilts his head. “You look in need of companionship. Would you like a hug?” 

Pop-Up fixed the cat like creature's screen face, they smirked before catching the creature's shoulders and said with a loud and happy voice "YOU! YOU'RE A SCREEN, DON'T MOVE I WANNA TRY TO SEE IF I CAN HACK YOU TO DO SOMETHING A BIT FUNNY, DON'T MOVE HAHA" They toke a little USB Key from their pocket and smilled at B.R.I.C. Suddently, Pop-Up stopped, they forgot to ask " I DIDNT ASKED YOU BECAUSE I THINK ITS OF COURSE A YES BUT DO YOU AGREE ME TRYING TO CONTROL YOU? SAY YES PLEASE"

(Just an fyi it's gonna be in the spoiler thingy)