"Hell yeah, trans that humanism." The Installation Wizard offers Luckless a fist bump- although the light that makes up his hand glitches a smear, making it uncertain how "solid" this fist bump is actually going to be. He falters. "...Does it count as 'humanism' if you're- Shoot, what's the word. An anthromorph? Eh, semantics. The body is hardware and you're using technology to advance it, and thats #tight as fuck. Do you mind if I ask, ah... where you got the new legs? I can be corporeal most of the time, but- not always. I'm sorta in the market for some kind of robot-form to pilot."
(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!
woah i clicked on this thread to claim above poster and was leon jumpscared. I love leon. im ok with this. )
"You're a musician!" Gabriel beamed at the man in front of him, his hand itching to reach for the banjo strapped nicely to his back. "You know, you really look like a musician. All this, uh-" He steps back, waving his hand back and forth to signal toward Leon's outfit, "Aesthetic!" He snaps as he finally thinks of the word, "Yeah! Your whole jazzy thing! It really suits you. I wish I could commit to something like that!" He chuckles to himself, seemingly unaware that Leon has not responded to a single thing he's said so far. "Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm a musician too. We gotta stick together, right? What do you play? Personally, I prefer to play-"
aand hes rambling. Gabriel had asked the question to Leon and immediately forgot a conversation is generally a two way street. He was waving his arms around wildly as he described all the different instruments he had attempted before finally mastering the banjo, even going as far to loudly mimic the sounds of each instrument.
He finally ran out of breath when he got to the harmonica, the buzzing noises he was making had made him slightly lightheaded. "Anyways, we should totally play sometime." He said between heaving breaths. "Actually- we should play right now!"
claim one second | i hope this is ok!
Despite listening to music all the time, 6s was never musically inclined. No matter how many times she was asked if she had a custom ringtone or anything of the sort, she’d say no. It’d always be some default one from the catalogue given with a new cellphone.
Upon seeing Gabriel practicing what looked to be a guitar, 6s approached him with a small coin pouch in their hand. It weighed his right hand down: inside was a mix of various coins and dollar bills.
On the top of a tree stump, 6s heaved down the bag. “I don’t know how much is in this, but I know it’s at least ten dollars or so.” They began constructing their next words carefully, so it seemed more as they intended: a request, rather than a demand, “Can you make me a ringtone? I’m sick of the default ones.”
She pauses before speaking again. “Oh, and full artistic liberty.”
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v (follow up teehee)
Awkwardly, the object rubbed her elbow with her alternating arm. He’d completely forgot he’d even asked to be taught astronomy, (he’dn’t had a memory wipe, simply: forgot) and rummaged quickly in the back of his mind to see where he knew Clyde.
“Oh.” Their pixelated eyes widened in realization. “Oh! I remember you now!” He fumbles with his hands. “Yeah! Sure! When did you want to teach me?”
Clyde was just staring at the phone. Even though he did seen her around at one point (the oc above post I think?), he still have no clue how to properly interact with the. Since, its a little silly to interact with something that's 1'9 and be like super tall (he like 6'2 btw). He just gave a simple wave towards them and said.
"Greetings- how are you? I am willing to teach astronomy if you want."
He gave his usual smile, which is rather a bit cold and distant, but let's ignore that. He still stared at them, not so sure what to say or do anymore. He just looked around at the town he's in and went back to staring at them.
Astronomy... It hadn't been a very expansive area of focus in the classes of his youth, though he'd had some fascination with the machinations of the stars. Yes, with so many other pressing things to teach a young prince about, astronomy was fairly low on the list. Now he was an adult, though, and a king, and if he wanted to take lessons about whatever he wanted, then he would do just that.
And so he peers at the long-haired man, then stands, clasping his hands in front of himself.
"... I suppose you'd be amenable to providing lessons for me, then? You'll be paid well, of course," Lys says, his expression impassive. Well was probably an understatement. Either way, he doesn't seem keen to show his enthusiasm about the subject, though the extent of it is clear from the fact that he's even asking for Clyde's services. Deep down, though, he's excited- he so rarely got the chance to explore his own intellectual curiosities, having been under the strict guidance of his parents until a relatively short time ago. And it would be a lovely thing to learn about constellations, planets, galaxies...
( v I RLY LOVE HIM he's the worst )
((local demon prince makes elf So Much Worse))
"I am aware how hard it is to rule," BLACKBIRD said, "But, after thousands of years being denied my personal birthright, I can't stop myself from being a little jealous."
A sip dissappeared from his drink- they were in the corner of some diplomatic event, (not in hell, to BLACKBIRD's subtle chagrin,) and really, he could've chosen a more palatable form- but he liked intimidating people. BLACKBIRD's 7'0'' didn't stoop over Lys as it usually did, anyway- but that was elves for you.
"Have you thought about it, the power that comes with being king?" he asked, "Sometimes, it doesn't fully process. It took me a while to realize it, and I'm not sure if anyone else in Hell truly understands..."
"You can destroy anyone. With a tap of your scepter and a kind smile, people can just... stop existing. The thought of it is intoxicating."
^ sorry the for the wait and sorry if it;s short my brain kinda died aaa ///
The robot had heard much about this demon and the dubious activities he had been up to. Most would chalk this up to just the nature of a demon but Bucket was convinced a soul like his could be softened, did demons even have souls? Well, it didn’t matter nor was it a concern at the moment as the robot would tap on the demon’s arm, tilting their head.
“Aha, pardon but you wouldn’t happen to be busy, would you?” The robot would ask, a cheery tone in their tone despite who they were approaching. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in a little chat? A small one of course, I just find you .. interesting.” The robot would say, attempting to play their cards right to try and get the demon to give the little robot a chance. “I’ve heard quite a lot of things about you, some good, some bad, I’d love to get your perspective about it though!” They’d hum, attempting to inflate his ego a little as a chance to get him to open up a bit more, even if his share of events were.. one-sided.
“Please, if you’ll join me I can provide accommodations, and like I said I’d love to know more about you!” The robot would chirp, ready to pick apart this demon’s personality and mindset, to help of course! They were still set in stone about giving this demon some leeway and some redemption, it just needed time.
The robot would wave Blackbird over, wanting him to follow. “I’ll make it worth your while, promise!”
THIS IS SO AUIWHUIHEWF vv WILL DO A FOLLOW UP SOON ??
"Do... You prefer 'Bucket' or 'Ms. Boltz'?" He intoned, politely. 'Ms. Boltz' seemed more respectful, by human standards- although, even those human standards might see Bucket as more of an object.
He wanted to like her. He truly did. As the doctor's red miasma surrounded her, he couldn't help but marvel at the warm tones of her optimistic heart. She was a forgiving sort. She had forgiven a dictator- Loved one, even. He could admire that, in an object. And an object was all he could see, for her heart was purely metaphorical, of course. The Bot had no organs to speak of, not a shred of flesh- none of the prized anatomy that the inhuman Doctor had spent so long bio-engineering, and inhabiting. Even if- The construct seemed capable of digesting food... Some- Somehow...
This is besides the point. At the very least, her being able to eat meant he could pantomime at hospitality. He poured her a cup of tea, in a bone china cup.
"Ms. Boltz, I want to offer my condolences on behalf of the Flesh. It is my understanding that humans have not shown you the compassion you, and your dear wife, deserve." His cup clinks into the saucer. Does he confront Bucket about her dislike of surgery now, or later? In due time. "...May I ask, is your wife alright? I can only imagine the trauma she's endured, that you've had to shoulder her through."
(Makes POTIONS WITH EM or try to))
"Alright, today is the day, and you are going to help me! Too long has this potion eluded me, too long have I failed—but not today, because I have you! A medical professional!" Ciri turns to 'Michael,' studying them for a second before she seems to deflate a little, some confidence lost as she looks to The Puppet Doctor's hands—metallic, sharp, pointy, dangerous. "Maybe, maybe let me do the handling, yeah?" That somehow was an even worse idea.
"I'm trying to make a potion that heals, yet I can never seem to get it right!" Ciri tells Michael her plight, gesturing to her cauldron as it boils and toils, bubbling a rather concerning black liquid. "I thought maybe I should steep things for even longer, you see, maybe that'll make it extra effective-!" Her back is to the cauldron as she excitedly talks of her theories, yet as she speaks, the cauldron sputters out a cloud that strangely resembles a skull...foreboding? Perhaps.
"I'm not injured, so it wouldn't make sense for me to test it. You're a doctor—do you know anyone who could maybe benefit from this?" If death was the benefit, then yes.
After countless hours of travelling through the forest or swamp or whatever setting you can think of, Terrence has arrived to his destination: Ciri's hut. He jumps off on his horse Dorothy, walks forward to the hut and knock on the door, see if there's anyone in there. The door opens by itself and Terrence tho surprised, enters the hut just to see the potion maker herself: Ciri Yarrow.
"Hey um, I heard you make potions right?" Terrence ask her. "Because if so, I would love to buy one--no, some. I got some money." Terrence pulls out 90$ from his bag, holding them. Terrence looks around the hut filled with potions. I mean, look at this place, it's junkload with potions!!!!
"Okay so I need a potion that can improve my accuracy. Although I'm good with my guns, I thought having more would be a good idea so do you have one?" Terrence ask Ciri if she has the potion what Terrence needs.
"See if you can shoot things like this." said Maribelle, "Moving targets are a lot more difficult than those still vases and tins you use."
Not that Maribelle doubted him -- if he had the title of a gunslinger, then she would just have to trust that he earned it. Guns were unfamiliar to her, however. A lack of gunpowder limited a surprising number of things, things she would never see in her homeland. But here, there was no fretting over it. She eyed Terrence for a moment, situating her crossbow to a half-rest, sitting it pointed forward upon her arm. She hadn't the itchiest trigger finger, but she was vigilant, watching the man and then their surroundings.
And, of course, her own mare. She had propped up a makeshift target on Bonbon, tying a thick, lopsided stick to the her saddle, which was then tied to a little glass vial [a little glass vial?] that could barely be seen, reflecting the woodland that enveloped the little group. Bonbon was unaware of the fact she had been made into a guinea pig, a variable in their tests. She grazed peacefully.
"Need to keep your aim sharp, anyways." Maribelle continued on, easing to the back of her horse, keeping a safe distance. "Sharp aim, able to keep yourself safe during chaos. That's how the general says it. That's how he taught me to fight properly. If you can't do that, then you'll die fast. Right?"
So then... Maribelle lifted her crossbow.
"Shoot."
And she fired a bolt past her horse's ear, startling Bonbon into crying out and rearing upwards. The huge mare whipped her head around wildly, and with it, the half-assed target on her back, barely clinging to its stand.
Better shoot, Terrence. Better make sure the horse doesn't trample you.
@ NP: If you cannot view Maribelle's profile, please respond to Hakim instead.
"Aww, cute, you're so.. fluffy-looking?!" Bai hopped up and down, all around the taller Akisrava. The purple coral could only look on, a very big and wide smile on her face.
She had never seen anything like her before. She wasn't even sure what Akisrava was, to begin with. Sum kinda dragon is all the thought of. Maybe she should have been more cautious; approaching a stranger and all, yet still, she did so, and she seemed to be quite happy about it. Yey yey.
When Terry looked at Bai he felt as though he were looking at his complete opposite. Optimistic, cheerful, active-- he was none of these. Normally things like this would have irritated him, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed by her. He guessed there was something nice about seeing the younger generation so cheerful.
"I can't imagine how you can enjoy swimming at night," he sighed and scratched the back of his head. "That water's freezing most of the time during then. Do you not feel it? I'm jealous." Although, even if he had that ability he still wouldn't want to be swimming, least of all at night.