"Yo, there's a door here so that you could knock on!? I don't care if you got some fancy schmancy witchcraft going on, you should've at least used the door!" He points wildly at the object he spoke about; he wasn't an architect but worked hard to install that thing nonetheless!
Pretty simple! The OC above you goes smashing through your OC's window! What is their reaction? What do they do? What do they say? Do they notice at all? Or maybe they were expecting said oc? The scenario is up to you! Also, if you like, you can decide how or why it is your OC ended up going through the next one's window! But that's optional, you can leave it blank, too.
Rules:
- No instant-deaths! That's godmodding! o: You can threaten, you can attack, you can even trap! You can even have some sort of defense mechanism set up if your OC is the type! But no instant-killing.
- Keep on-going rping to the PMs, please! Let others have a chance to reply. c:
- That's it!
- No, this thread does not cover your character's house insurance.
Since no one is above Cordy, the witch stares vacantly at the window before glancing down to her spellbook, an eyebrow cocked. "Well that's an odd way to backfire."
OHSHI-- whyyy?? now they're going to think i did it! in fact, how dare you break the window before me! >:( you better have a good reason to have done it! most reasons are good, though, but still!
Monty jumps in surprise. "Oh my god, are you okay?! Shit, I'll have to get that fixed...my parents will be pissed......but like...you good? Are you, like, a bird who just didn't see the window...?"
"UWAH...!" Sachi looks around nervously, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I, um. I can fix that...maybe. I'll just... I'll call someone to fix that...Sorry...!"
"愚か野郎！ 何してるの？"* The tengu looked up from the accounting ledgers and reached for his fan. With a single sweep of the seven-feathered item, Procrastination, whether a true being or a figment of his tired imagination, flew back out the way he came, followed by several papers. Crow began to curse in his native tongue and several others as he hurried for the door to fetch those important accounting papers: he had to return them once he was finished altering them!
*"Imbecilic bastard! What are you doing?" Sorry for google translate: he's native, but I'm not.
Serin was a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy. It was what had been drilled into his skull from the moment he began his primary training. However, with the absense of a gun- in a safehouse of all things- he had to make do, and make an exception. He snatched a long shard of glass of the floor in one deft movement as he rose to his feet, holding it as if he were to throw it like a knife. "How did you find this place, and who do you work for?" With the aid of a wonderfully robotic filter on his already gravelly voice, he hoped the situation alone would be enough for the winged man to retrace his steps.
Lorelei roared at the sound of the broken window, hoping to scare off anyone that could have broken in. It was often that people broke into the abandoned mansion in order to loot the inside of any potential treasures. Lorelei had had enough this long ago, and he gave chase to the intruder, swiping at them with massive claws and letting loose ferocious roars.