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Crow continued to look at the man with a hint of wonderment. She glanced once more at her avian companion: surely enough, he was still calm.

“Ah- ah mean ah suppose- could stay for one night. But ah can be wivout- …did ye say livin’ guests?” She looked him over once more. “Are ye really-?” Her tone wasn’t scared- if anything she just sounded intrigued.

Nel laughed. 

Her bird friend ruffled his feathers and caw’d agressively as he was nearly thrown off Crow’s shoulder. Crow gently hushed him, stroking his feathers soothingly while struggling to keep pace with the guards.

Crow was already starting to question her decision as they approached the ominous fortress, and between the fierce hissing and the bone themed architecture, she was beginning to wish she had tried running. She didn’t feel much better as she came into view of the apparent ruler of the place. A woman who somehow, even amongst the fearsome creatures and ominous decor, managed to stand above the rest in sheer intimidation.

“Um… Aye, ma'am. Uh… heard ye been lookin’ for me?” She felt her avian companion tense up, practically shaking in his feathers.

Yeah, probably should have tried running.

Her fingers trailed over the braid of her long, coiled whip.

“Indeed. I expected you to give me more trouble, but if you continue to behave, this should go well for the both of us.” Gregoria uncrossed her legs. Her boots planted on the ground beneath her. 

“You’re the first human I have seen come down here with a companion animal from the human world.” Her head declined. 

Slowly and carefully, she began to go through her pockets. Gadgets of all sorts began to pile up in front of her, and just when it looked like the pile couldn’t get much larger, she had more pockets somewhere with even more gadgets, and then some after that. Apparently there were also just as many pockets on the inside of her jacket, which she went through just as carefully.

Then there were the pockets on her pants, and- finally- that seemed to be it. Emphasis on seemed- there were still the compartments in her prosthetic, but nobody needed to know about that. And nobody needed to know about the glove she had kept in one of her pockets- she needed that one to get home.

The last two things to be placed in the pile were her wings, and an odd looking dagger. She hesitated to place the dagger in the pile, but finally sighed and decided not to argue.

I compiled a short list of some questions that I hadn’t seen yet to help you (and me) have some fun while developing OCs. Feel free to answer these yourself, or ask someone else!

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

4. How do they act around a crush?

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

6. What do they smell like?

7. What is their hair texture like?

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

And that’s all! Remember to reblog with your answers, I’m genuinely curious to hear about other people’s characters/writing processes!

She flinched at his touch, but quickly regained her composure.

“But it’s in another city?” Crow had never left the city. Not farther than her old home just outside the limits, at least. She didn’t feel very keen on the idea. How would she get there? She had her wings, she supposed, but still.

Crow’s eyes widened, and she looked over the vampiric man in front of her, as if trying to find something hidden. A catch or lie- but her bird still caw’d at him affectionately.

“But… ah lied to ye. Ye saved me life and ah did nothin’ but lie to ye.” A pause. “Oh- uh, ah don’t got money, if that’s what ye want. Ah can offer me services, but ye don’t seem the sort to deal with thieves.”

Crow was quiet for a moment. She avoided his gaze, choosing instead to look at one of the birds close by. “No. Me parents have been dead for years now. Was goin’ to me hideout, sir.”

His fingers curled up, his thumb pressed to his lip. 

Both Crow and the woman jumped, the former reaching into her cape for a weapon. Only she would freeze in place when she saw the colorful man walk out of the wall like a painting come to life. She glanced at the woman, who seemed equally shocked at the person in front of them.

So it wasn’t just her imagination.

Crow immediately stepped back as the man stepped forward, wanting to keep out of arms reach. She looked at the woman, expecting her to look at least half as freaked out as Crow felt. While at first she looked scared, that fear was soon joined by a look of annoyance.

Oh boy.

“No, I don’t think I will. This dress is mine now- if you have a problem with it, you should talk to the brat. She actually stole it and got it dirty!”

Crow’s eyes widened. “Wot? But ye-!” The woman didn’t stay to listen; she was already booking it back to her car.

“Dammit! Fucking–” Casca drew in a sharp breath, his face flushing all blue. His colorful eyes spun. He hissed, grinding his teeth–

At that, he turned on his heel to face Crow. Casca deflated, sinking low to meet her eye level. His eyes drooped and a big, slimy grin replaced his grimace. Both palms pressed together in front of him.

“Hey. Hey there, chickadee. I gotta crazy, real oddball kinda question. Do you have a lick of that poor lady’s information? Huh?”

She kept her eyes locked with his as she suddenly pulled out two gadgets from her cape. They were in the shape of a flower, and she tossed them towards the man, snapping her fingers. The mechanical flowers bloomed in response, revealing stamen which began bellowing out smoke.

Crow paused for a moment. “…In the world? Um, this job is in this city, aye?” He couldn’t be asking her to go somewhere far away, that was crazy, but she also was fairly certain none of the buildings here were considered the tallest in the world. And she had never heard of an ‘Extensive Enterprises’ before.“