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

Aw man, Austin did not deserve any of this :<

Pawsil walked beside the man for quite some time, not saying anything. I mean, yeah, a human man who was forced into immortality. That sucked. But Austin did have such a strong connection to death; just like Pawsil. 

The samoyed then sat down, as if eager for Austin to listen to him; not that Pawsil could really talk anyways. Their tail wagged for a bit, before they sniffed at the cold earth and began to dig. 

And dig.

And dig...

After so much time of digging, the dog lifted up its head to reveal a bone that had been buried beneath the dirt. They trotted over to Austin, dropping the bone by his side before sitting calmly. And so Pawsil continued to do, until Austin would get up and start to walk, once again. To which the dog would follow. 

Pawsil would follow Austin around.

Sencha peaked warily out of his cave, he’s never seen something like this before. Sencha slowly trudged towards the masked creature and chirped in its direction. As it turned to him, Sencha bounded over and fluffed our his feathers in an attempt to appear threatening, only to warner no immediate reaction. After pacing around Chien, he lied down in the snow watching them. Not minding the presence but also not wanting it to be near his cave.

The man a few meters away hadn't noticed Sargon yet as he observed the being intensely. There was something... different about him, but Sargon just couldn't put his finger on it. While not looking much different than a human, he didn't feel like one. Perhaps a demon? A disguised vampire? No, he didn't feel impure, rather he gave off a quite natural feeling. He might not have any evidence as to if the man was inhuman or not, Sargon's gut-feeling told him so, and Sargon could count on one hand how many times his gut-feeling had failed him. Quite reliable, or so he thought to himself.
No doubt about it, If he was right it would be in his best interest to greet this strange man and introduce himself. After all, all "monsterkind" was dear to him, and something he wished to protect and nurture. If they did not wish to be a comrade to him and his cause, at least he would offer them a place to come to under his watchful eyes if they found themselves in trouble.
Sargon walked over to Crabro with the intent to get to know him and his kind better.

"Ohh my God," Ethan trembled under Sargon's cruel, sinister glare. This guy was... a snake?? A monster snake?? What's more, he said his name was Xerxes. Xerxes! Like the movie!! Whether it was true or not, Ethan definitely didn't want to risk angering him and merely nodded dumbly. 

All he wanted to do was go home and watch a documentary on orange juice, how did he get in this situation?! And the way the guy looked at him, you'd think Ethan was some slimy roach!

"D... Do you need something?" he stammered through a nervous laugh. "I-I'll do whatever you want! J-Just don't hurt me!"

Ryan was walking casually down the street while eating a cookie. He looked around to see that everything was alright until his eyes landed on a particular young man. It looked as if he was trying to offer something to a couple standing in front of him. The cop couldn't help but stare from afar because it looked somewhat suspicious, especially since he only had a back view of the boy. He noticed the couple running away as soon as Ethan reached for something in his jacket. Was he reaching for a gun?? Before he could react, Ryan jumped on the poor lad and pinned him against the ground. Of course, the cop expected a gun to fling out from the man's grasp, but instead an orange bounced off of his hand and onto the grass. 

"What the.." he muttered.

Orange, green jacket. Ethan? With a confused look on his face Ryan flipped the man over and was met with a familiar face. He looked terrified and kept on muttering something about wanting to give people oranges and making them happy. Freddy was probably gonna kill him now.

(LOL I'M DEAD)

He stared at the $50 then back at Minke. Why was she giving him money? Shoot, did he look homeless or something? Well, at least he could assume she was a good person....because charity, right? "Naw man, I can't take that from you!" He gently pushed her hand back towards her. "$50, that's a lot. You should spend it on something cool." Ryan was too stupid to notice her stitches. Even if he did, the cop would've assumed that it was a late halloween makeover.

It takes a lot to genuinely scare Minke nowadays. She's not afraid of death, being dead, and she's not exactly afraid of physical harm, seeing as she can just get patched back up. It's not a great way to spend the afterlife by any means, but it's not one that gives her a lot of worries.
This guy, though? She can't tell why, but he's seriously giving her the willies. For a second she swears she can feel her heart jumping, but it's more than likely just a muscle spasm. Probably. Hopefully. Guy's got a nice build, sure, but she could probably take him. Probably. Hopefully.

Even though, for all intents and purposes, she doesn't need to breathe anymore, Minke still finds herself holding her breath as he passes. They lock eyes for a second, sort-of-kind-of awkwardly, and the first thing she thinks to do is click her tongue against the inside of her cheek, pointing a cool $50 at him between the fingers of a nervous finger-gun. Doesn't know why she feels so compelled. Maybe it's the way he walks. Maybe the face is familiar. Probably a cop or something. Maybe it's "let's not speak of this ever again" money. Hopefully. Probably.
On her way back to her apartment, she silently prays he didn't notice the stitches.

_{(lmaooo supernatural hunting cop and zombie drug dealer... recipe for disaster)}

"You are beautiful," NV spoke softly, hands in their pockets as they stared intensely at Delicia. "Your skin is such a beautiful, pale color, and your freckles are like stars. Your attitude, though, is the most beautiful. You have such maturity. You're patient and kind, and even when you're irritated you have the courage to apologize. Then there's that indifference, that independence. No fear for what others think of you. How powerful. I always think of what others think of me. If I could have just one second of confidence, I wonder what I could do then." They took their bandaged hands out of their pockets and slowly walked towards Delicia, wraps moving behind them like snakes. "The question was what I would do. I would take that indifference for myself and see what it's like to see the world through your eyes. So please, loan me such courage."

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

Not that Nick waited for any sort of answer, NV was seemingly completely... Alone, not that they seemed to mind it much. But that wouldn't stop any curious teenager from being, well, a curious teenager. Nick didn't know much about NV, but saw no potential threat. Even if Nick had anything that they wanted, it's not like Nick would need any of those traits anyways. The boy removed his headphones from his ears, placing them between the two one-eyed beings. 

Silence filled the air for a few moments, before Nick continued, 

"You know, you look a lot like me. Missing an eye and all emo and stuff," He murmured. "Like, I get it. People are annoying." Nick knew he wasn't an exception, either. 

"But I really like the outfit. Seriously, I'm kinda jealous. That jacket is badass," The teen rambled. 

"Anyways, check it. These headphones have built-in stereo, too. I figured a... Dude, maybe, would be into that. Here." Nick removed his phone from his pants pocket, and selected a song from some sort of playlist he had. Contemporary rap music filled the air, surprisingly at a lower volume than one would've expected. Nick turned his gaze towards the sky. 

"So, uh, where did you get your shoes..?"

Nick would likely force an involuntary NV to listen to his shitty futuristic rap Music, and end up venting all his feelings to the poor unsuspecting mummy. Awkwardddd.

"Is that music I hear?!" Slug looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. She would never pass up a chance to talk about music!

She spotted a guy looking down at his phone. "That oughta be it! He looks like he appreciates a good tune."

"Hey! Whatcha listenin' to?" Slug sat down next to Nick. "Don't think I've heard anything like this before... not too bad, I guess. But check this out!" After Nick's song had ended, she played her favorite song, Supernova Dreamsicle. "I'm into a lotta different music, but I've been really feelin' this jazzy stuff lately. Love me some Digby Vermouth." She went on and on about the kinds of music she likes and the kind of music that she makes herself.

"Ah, crap. Sorry for ramblin' like that, I just get so excited about this kind of stuff." Slug stopped herself, feeling a little embarrassed. "Got a little carried away there..."