“You have nice hair. For a human.” Katai looks away, shifting uncomfortably, but with a noticeable blush on her face.
I've seen a few of these out there, but most of them are out of character threads. So, this is an in character thread to spread the love about people's characters! Say what you like about the character above you - their personality, appearance, anything! Just make sure to do it from the point of view of your own character~
RULES
Only basic things, but please take a look:
- Don't skip anyone! Everyone deserves a reply
- Wait 3 turns until going again, even if you're using a different character. This means everyone gets a fair shot
- Only one bump per hour per person
- Don't use insults, slurs, etc even if it's in character! This is a thread for positivity
- If you think your reply will be long, claim! It stops someone from sweeping in and replying while you're typing
- Please write a decent amount. At least two sentences for each reply
"You don't have to hide those wings around me, dear," Murdina cooed softly. "They're lovely; there's no need to store them away. I can appreciate the cape though." The selkie lightly lifts up her cape with a faint smile. "Just don't freeze over the river and we should be just fine; I do need a place to swim, after all."
"Finally. A man of class. I bet. You have so many luxury cars. Boats, even. Your coat is made of real skins? Can I. Touch them? Beautiful man with a beautiful coat and lots of beautiful cars. And shiny beautiful teeth. Did you know. My teeth are replacements as well? I like you. I would like to go in a drive in one of your sleek and expensive cars." Avalon gives a flirty giggle, which sounds a little bit like someone trying to start a car with a dead battery.
The lanky, scrawny man just scanned the female's appearance with his olive drab eyes. His eyes softly bulged, seeming to take notice of the few lightning bolts on the sides of her. Then, he began to think on what Wallace could exchange a nice comment about.. But nothing seemed to pop up into his mind. It delivered him a twinge of discomfort into his face, but that countenance as very subtle. He then peered down over to his tan worked boots, having a small bead of sweat trickle down.. Maybe he liked the fact that this female wasn't really an average human being.
" Uhh, I like your.. lightning things on the sides of you. " He stated, seeming to come off as slightly awkward.
" I also like the fact that your outfit consists of the lighter and darker tones of the orange, too. I also think that you are a uh- a very interesting individual. You don't seem like you're um- Like.. an average human being, y'know? " He seemed to splutter the last parts, coming off as slightly quivery once more. Wallace would then tilt his head, trying to think of something.. He wasn't the greatest with compliments, but that didn't really stop him from trying.
" I think you might be a humanoid of a very uhh.. cool species. So, that makes you an intriguing indivdiual. "
Noel didn't know what to make of Beaumont at first. His peevishness was something the older man noticed first, and he didn't like it, if only because he just didn't like to look in a mirror. There was, however, quite a bit to appreciate from this little man.
Noel scratched his short beard and sighed, before offering a soft, genuine bit-- "I admire your artistic skill, but I'm sure you get that a lot. It's almost as if... your talent is more important than yourself. That passion, I like it." He put his hands on his knees and lowered himself slightly to meet Beaumont's gaze. "And it's good you're kind to old women, at least. Is that a compliment? It's a respectable enough trait that I don't see much these days... Maybe because I don't live near any old women."
In thought, Dolores closed her eyes and let out a humming sound; it almost seemed like she wasn't paying attention to the man before her, but in reality, she just seemed... Oddly calmed by his presence. He reminded her of someone in her past, and usually that was enough to make her shiver. Harshly, really. But the lack of fire he had - compared to the people she did talk to before - caused her to rock back and forth on her heels, still humming contentedly as a bird did in springtime.
Speaking of springtime...
"Dolores, be careful!" a voice called down to her as its source rushed after her, on a hill full of flowers. The scent of nectar tinged the air, with a much younger Dolores scrunching her nose and grinning at her friend. Her friend's eyes, confused yet unusually soft compared to the harsh edges of his face, opened and closed at the expression. Open, close, open, close, open, close...
Dolores opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, shrinking significantly when she realized how long she had been acting this way. Goodness, am I seeing people who aren't really there? She sighed as she now looked even smaller than she already was. Oh, if only she could shrink to the point of disappearing! Humiliation washed over her, and she rubbed the back of her neck while blinking slowly and sighing.
"Um, I... I apologize for the earlier action," the older woman stammered while exchanging hasty glances with the man and the ground, "It's... It's just been so long since I've felt that calm, you know? Like... I know you seem hard on the outside, but you're softer than what one would expect. At least you have a heart, and that's... That's what matters." The last part felt all too much like a burden. Was anything being lost in translation? Was she being real enough? Goodness... She added quietly, her voice almost a mumble, "Your... Balance. Balance between power and character is all too rare among people like yourself, and I say this as someone who worked for the highest of the high for decades. It's so complex that I'm afraid of judging you-"
You're already judging him, damn it.
Dolores shook her head before continuing in that quiet voice that almost made her like a mouse, "You. The wrong way. As in... You're oddly familiar, yet you're perfectly new all at the same time." The memory of the flowers on the hill, with Dolores laughing with her friend, left her mind. For the time-being. "I wish nothing but the best of luck to you and your adopted daughter, sir. You've been through so much, in regards to your past; I do hope the future balances itself out and is easy on you..." she ended with a sigh, hands nervously wringing together as she stared at the ground. The scent of nectar tinged the air.
follow-up to the post below!!
The kangaroo's arrival was only barely foreshadowed by the soft thumps made against the ground as she approached the older woman. Dolores, initially minding her own business, jumped - both literally and figuratively - when she heard a voice ringing from her ears. Clutching her hands close to her chest, she turned towards the source of the voice and smiled. Said smile was a bit uneasy, but it was only because she had been startled; she had no hard feelings and was actually intrigued by the possibility of talking to a creature like a kangaroo.
"Um, I'm doing fine! And, uh, thank you!" the elder replied while rubbing the back of her neck, "How are you, young lass? You seem quite energetic today, if not always." She chuckled and shuffled her feet, her arms gradually becoming more relaxed as the conversation unfolded. There was still the lingering remnant of distance - of course - but knowing Dolores, it didn't matter. If anything, bridging the gap would be quite the easy task for someone like herself.
There just needs to be some time, of course.
She answered, "I've been doing all right, of course. There just isn't much to do in a small town, so there isn't a lot of room for drama." Her voice had a wistful trace, her self-consciousness creeping into her words as she took a step back. It obviously wasn't the kangaroo's fault by any means, she knew. Only mine. "My dog's doing fine too, by the way. She's a bit lethargic right now, but I imagine it's just because the days are so quiet that one finds it tempting to sleep." How weird it is, to be in the opposite world as the one I worked in for years yet still retain so many of the same elements!
When she realized that the other party was referring to her appearance instead of her emotional well-being, Dolores had... No idea what to feel. She was relieved in that she welcomed the shift away from one's emotions; she had... Too much experience with it, and any change in subject was okay at this point. Anything but emotions. Not after... That. However, she was confused - and even self-conscious - about this. Doubt pulled at her brain like a burr as she wondered how that could've so easily went over her head. Almost self-deprecatingly, she remembered that her emotions probably weren't that important. How foolish of her to think that they were more than just trivial nuisances to the social good!
"Why, ummm... I do appreciate it, if you brought it up twice like that," Dolores stated bashfully while glancing down at her shoes, "I just dress practically because it's so cold where I am. If I didn't wear what I wore, I'd probably get a case of frostbite. Or ten! Though honestly, I tend to forget that so many places are warmer than a city near the summit of a mountain. That's... Probably why I always wear a coat and boots, I guess." Wait, what if I'm misinterpreting again? The tugging grew stronger as she sighed and mustered a returning smile to the best of her ability. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.
Hala smiled. It was polite to, she assumed, even in the presence of a man such as Lucky. Perhaps some would label him as a deviant, but she liked to think there was more to him that what met the eye-- and she was right. She admired his ability to remain relaxed in the face of tension... or, at least, that was how she perceived him. That, and she liked how he looked. There was quite a bit to be said about someone so bold.
"You're... quite entertaining to watch." Hala said, tittering in between her fingers as she brought them to her lips. She peeked at him over the top of her hand, flashed her teeth in a grin, and then returned to a more neutral-- but still pleasant-- expression. "I wish I could be as carefree as you, really. I feel that I am... I am too busy." She wasn't just busy, really, but she didn't recognize this, for she was an idiot. "That's something worthwhile about... being such, I think, being more of a-- of a party-goer, or something. Gods, I don't know how to put it. But, still, you're guaranteed to make people happy when you try."
The woman's eyes traced over the man again. She drummed her skinny fingers against her chin and hummed to herself.
"There are other things. You owning fish, for example. My brother-in-law has a fish pond out in his gardens, and I always thought they were a bit cute" she told him, "And... Well, your piercings. I don't think I could ever pull something like that off, and I think-- I think my husband wouldn't be too thrilled if I brought it up." She laughed again, thouh perhaps a tad nervously. "It seems like it would hurt, too... Especially tongue piercings! And eyebrow piercings are, well, too close to my eyes! You have to tell me how you do it, sir. I would be so terrified..."
sad wife follow-up
Hala looked up to Smith as the other party approached her. She swiveled a half-empty teacup in her bony hand, her eyes shifted away as, speaking of husbands, she was looking for her own. He must have been busy, however. He was always so busy, too busy to spend much time with her these days. At least she had this other noblewoman to speak to while she waited, right? It wasn't like she had much going on anyway. She could go hawking, but these days, she just didn't feel up to any of her old hobbies.
"I think I have to be-- have to be confident when it comes to my work." After that little stammer, Hala managed a gentle laugh to woman beside her. "If I wasn't, I'm sure I wouldn't be taken... as seriously..." That was ignoring the fact she was a total mess outside of her career, that she found more solace with her writing partners than she did with anyone she knew on a personal level, if only because her personas then were so different. In response to Smith's next compliment, however, a shudder ran through her. She stopped swishing around her cup, and thankfully so, because sooner or later she was going to spill that wonderful hibiscus tea all over herself. "I wouldn't call myself interesting." she dismissed timidly, "A friend of mine told me that I was a bit dull. Dull in a good way, she said."
As she reflected on this, the Hirvedan woman then frowned. Huh. Dull. Maybe she should check in about that, actually because suddenly it felt like what faith she had in herself got blown away...
Hala cleared her throat, and then dipped her head to drink. "Still, it's so sweet of you to say that, madame." she told Smith, "You yourself, you seem very... good-natured, I guess is the better word. Enchanting is more a word for... those who would better fit a novel, something fantastical, which I suppose neither of us are... in the best way possible."
Even if the other woman had a demeanor like hers, Smith was still admittedly a bit... Terrified of her? For whatever reason? Out of all the fellow nobles she could've encountered, this scribe was honestly the best-case scenario, and... Her legs still trembled like measly little twigs, ready to give way under any moment. She had that feeling that the other party might be hiding something, especially with that falcon she owned (as nobody in her home even thought of owning a bird like that)...
"I could be wrong," she quietly assured herself with an uneasy titter, "... I could be wrong about that, and she'll be just fine..." Smith's eyes traveled to the other party's, although the eye contact lasted for approximately zero seconds before it was back to square one. At least her husband wasn't here to see this trainwreck unfold, then "remind" her of all the things she was doing wrong; the last time he did that was yesterday anyway, and that was sort of a new record for her.
With a deep sigh, Smith managed to muster up the courage to say, "Well, I have to admit... The fact that you are so confident in your works is always admirable... I do not think that I have seen anyone like you, whether it be back at home or out here." She laughed once more lightly, to distract both parties from the fact that her voice clearly shook. Her words were genuine, of course! Maintaining that cadence as expected of her, however, wasn't as easy as being positive, at least in Smith's eyes. "... I know for a fact that I cannot trace from personal experience myself, but that asides..."
"You... You are an interesting person overall... I think... I know for a fact that I cannot speak from personal experience either," Smith admitted more loudly, this time sighing to herself as she picked at the seam of her polka-dot gown. Then there was a pause, and it got a bit... Awkward. Actually, it was getting pretty awkward. Fast. Smith coughed into her sleeve before twitching her muscles.
"But the details about your life... They're a bit fascinating, aren't they? I feel like they speak so much about you, both as a writer and as a person. You seem like you've accomplished a lot, and... Frankly, I wouldn't blame you one bit... Or envy you, for that matter. But if I had to say anything more, I think I can say that I admire you. A lot, really." The woman's expression clouded before she took a step back.
It was easy to convince Smith that any decision she executed was a mistake in the making, even if she technically wasn't doing anything wrong, and this was one of those times. She sure hoped that she was doing the right thing anyway, flattering someone who was supposed to be the husk of a once-respected woman... Hopefully her words didn't come off as empty. Right?
*slams fist on table* LET. THEM. GET ALONG. (mostly because I love this dynamic but also because I need an excuse for Nat to kick Johnson's ass later on.)
HERE'S A FOLLOW-UP.
As expected, Smith had remained motionless, almost expressionless when she received the news that she was due to get a visitor. All she was aware of was a hint of surprise in the aide's voice, given that Smith - in their terms - was "often left alone for long periods of time, except when it came to the scheduled feedings and other provisions." She remembered trying to imitate what they said, first verbally then mentally, before giving up. The words escaped her articulation, and so she merely nodded at the news.
It seemed, even then, that she had forgotten everything by the time the visitor actually arrived. Well, not exactly. The woman did remember him arriving last time, but... That was it. He was imposing yet oddly kind, yet she remained on edge like a rabbit who thought she was going to get eaten by a fox - or worse, a wolf. She tensed her shoulders and maintained that posture in spite of the aching that started to resonate in that area after a minute or so.
"I see," she merely told him in response. It would've been disappointing, considering that Smith was so articulate for a catatonic woman the last time they met; however, the aide did say that today, her symptoms leaned a bit towards the worse side of things, so... Alas. The pain on her shoulders only decreased slightly when she let the blades come down exactly one centimetre, but even then, she looked like a terrified prey animal. Right? The faint smile that she gave the Easterling did nothing to help the complexity.
Her eyes drifted to the tea brought in, but she didn't pick up the cup, for her limbs had remained frozen - plastered against her lap - and probably would for a while. It was probably best to just set it by the side and hope that one of the nurses would come by, then try helping her drink it. She then turned a bit of her attention to this huge ass fellow sitting on a comically small chair - one that was supposed to be for Smith and painfully unsuited for anyone like him - though whether she actually found it funny was... Yet again... Clouded.
Smith, however, did at least reply, "The tea looks fine. Also, it's fine. They already told me anyways." She giggled, albeit mechanically, before imitating his speech. "Not good at writing?" she asked with a tilt of her head, "I wouldn't know. Not one bit. I was never told that I was that smart anyways." The robotic giggling continued once more, for a few seconds this time, before it abruptly stopped; it didn't even fade, just suddenly came to a halt like a broken record player.
Jarring, to say the least.
"I think the same can be applied to my talking," she quipped further, "even before I got here. I always kept to myself. This isn't unusual." At least she didn't chuckle any more after that, but Smith remained tightly frozen as she continued to just... Stare at the other party with those doleful, almost blank rabbit eyes. She didn't even seem to reply to the compliment, though she did blink a little more than expected before letting out a sigh; it would've sounded defeated in almost any other context, but here, it was a sincere sign of surprise.
A hint of timidness crept into her voice as the woman replied, "Oh, um... Thanks. Thank you. Um." She was quick to look away afterwards, though that was completely unrelated to the subsequent question. "I don't... I don't think so," she mumbled, "though it's not like I can really remember..." Then it was silence from her again, and in spite of her condition, she fretted over what her mousy personality would entail for her. Would he yell at her? Call her names? Just... Ignore her? Smith didn't want to look back and check.
"It's up to you, it's up to you," she merely said in response to his remark, "I don't have much say in that." Finally, a hand twitched, but only so that it could pick at a seam on her gown; it remained in that position even after the picking stopped.
"But no, it's not too much," Smith was quick to add. She blinked, her head still stuck facing off to the side. "Take all the time you need. I have so much of it anyways, yet so little to do..."