Roleplay w Ophelia?
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22.12.2018
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Undertale15
22.12.2018 17:27
LinkWill she adopt cats iwi
Ophelia: *smoking outside a bar, ignoring a man trying to flirt with her*
Delphine and trap : they were in the bar cause they snuck in, eating the rats in that place
Ophelia: I suppose not. And what is it you want? I doubt you are wasting time "chatting"
( oh nu
Delphine: she goes by a girl in the bar”
Kat: she looks at them and stares”
Trap: goes by Ophelia “
Ophelia: How peculiar. Admiration is futile, only a concept to disguise ones own failure of accomplishing a similar thing. *watching the rooftops*
(yes)
Ophelia: *ignores him* Ah, we share that in common. Although I have to keep tabs on the secrets of this town. A great thing to sell, secrets.
Ophelia: It's too bad really. I believe I've already found myself a partner.
Yuna: *Notice random people talking, notice the bar, walks to them* Excuse me, have you seen this man. *holds up a picture from her walet* I'm looking for my dad. he's normally..at bars.. *looks down*
Yuna: *scowels* So you, a woman standing outside of a bar getting luge cancer won't tell a girl where her drunk mentally broken father is, before he get's arrested, cuz god I don't have the cash for that, or hurt.
Ophelia: That sounds about right. So are you willing to pay? I accept secrets as well.
Ophelia: A good thing to, the mobs don't like it when I interfere.
Yuna: You B-, never mind, Secret's huh. Well i do know a few things. Like why 1/2 of the people in the town are living in filth, while the other half lives in luxury, and there's no in between. I know who too. How else you think a 15 year old girls paying rent for her drunk deadbeat dad on her own.
Ophelia: Yes yes, this. It really isn't hard to climb the social ladder here. You just must know what you are looking for.
Yuna: *looks to Amara* What are you, some sort of under cover cop, or something. *looks back to Ophelia* Well either way, if i tell you, will you tell me exactly where my Dad is.
Ophelia: Well, I look forward to that. Although, I find people like me and people like you, well, it's usually best if we go our separate ways.
Ophelia: Oh, I don't care about what I already know. Your father is in Point Ace Bar, by the plaza.
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Amara- *she shakes her head, laughing* what a closed-minded fool you are. I’m dissapointed I’m you, Ophelia. How will you know our compatibility if all you do is close yourself off? You certainly don’t close yourself to the countless businessmen you’ve ****ed. Wouldn’t you want that to change?
Ophelia: Change is unecessary when you have power. Besides, what's the fun in that?
Yuna: okay, thanks I guess, I owe you one, here I guess *hands her a card that says "Enterprises and Housing, free coupon". If you need someone who can get you secrets, you'll find us their. Don't come too often tho. *She walks a few steps past Amara* and you work for a Mob or something. I'll remember to head to your funeral is a few weeks. Theirs a storm coming, and I doubt you'll survive it. *she runs, really fast, to her dad*
(That’s dumb as ****, my friend. Amara was raised on the streets, all you’ve done now is piss her off, lightning. )
Amara- the thing is, you think your smart. Hmm? Clever? You know nothing about the slums and shitty parts of town, because all you do is **** your way up to the the top. You think you’re a modern day Robin Hood, but you’re really, honestly clueless.
Ophelia: *barks a short laugh* She thinks she is all that. Poor kid has no clue.
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(oof)
Yuna:*Walking back with her dad, a sick man who looks aged, he's obviously drunk, she's practically dragging him*
Yuna's Dad: Whdya have to take me from Da bar, i was just enoying myself. That's you, allways ruining everything, I was Rich, i was happy, one brat ruined everything. *he stands up, and faces her*
Yuna: ...Dad please-
Yuna's Dad: Shut up *He hit her face, but she doesn't fall*
Yuna: ..Dad, we have to go, come on,
Yuna's Dad: See theirs a bar right there, I'm going..
Yuna: Stop! Dad. *she grabs his arm*
Yuan's Dad: Don't touch me you brat! *He punched down on her head, it bleeds but she just looks after him, he walks down to the bar*
Yuna: *notices the glare and looks over at Amara* *she's obviously angry* This stupid town wouldn't be like this if it weren't for those dumb mobs. I wonder if your a high ranking one...eh, since i'm gonna die soon anyways, i could take you all down with me. *she pulls a gun from her pocket* I swore never to use this but it doesn't matter. You probably deserve it, you must have killed tons.
(OH okay, sorry she's just gonna try and shoot up the bar, and get arrested, your character will be fine)
Ophelia: *pulls a gun from her waistband and shoots Yuna in the stomach*
Ophelia: Don't try pulling guns on people kid. Now I'd call an ambulance if I were you.
Yuna: *falls* Sh- *Puts her hand on her stomach, tries to get her phone out* *calls 911 before passing out*
Ophelia: She should survive. If she's smart she won't say anything. If she isn't, oh well, one less rat in the world. *heads deeper into the alleyway* We should get out of here.
Ophelia: Sounds fun.
(lol I just realized you have started typing ophelia)
Yuna: *an ambulance followed by a police car heads to her location*
Ophelia: *follows behind her, she jumps the gaps fairly easily, although she isn't as fast*
Ophelia: Something along the lines of fear or money. Thats how it always is.
Ophelia: I can't say I can get you a respected status, I get power through fear, and a bit of blackmail. It's not hard to get status, but respect? Thats pretty damn tricky.
Ophelia: *shrugs* Well, you might have some information I could use...
Ophelia: Well, I'm sure you've heard of him. *ruffles through her purse, pulling out a photo of Jacob* The dunny thing is, he effectivly seems to have erased all information on himself. Clever, but I'd rather not work with someone I know nothing about.
Amara- *she takes it, smirking* Ahhh, Mister Jacob. Twenty four years old. Hitman. You already know those things, though. He grew up around here, not sure how he got into his line of work, though. He’s quite clueless, doesn’t know much about anything, only killing. He’s not very dangerous I’d you know how to handle him, kinda like a rotteweiler, but as far as I know, you can’t kill em’. He’s made of some sorta.. tar or ooze? He’s got legal ownweship of Ulysses, but she’s pretty salty about it. Says she doesn’t want to be owned by anyone. What else do you wanna know?
Ophelia: *shrugs* I wouldn't call myself "rich" per say. Most of my money goes into supplies for myself and any alies I've made.
Nero: A good one?~ *three of his arms are stabilizing himself on the branch, one is dangling*
Nero: *flicks his tail* That's up to society! you can't decide. Good is only perception.
Nero: No, only damn your soul to hell in exchange for, well, anything really.
Nero: Oh, specifically I embody the deadly sin of lust, but my position is a contract demon. So I convince puny mortals like you to sell their souls.
Nero: So constricting, clothing. Such a waste of money. You sure about that? Anything you want~
Nero: *screeches, jumps backward in a similar manner to a cat* Okay, rude.
Nero: Too bad, I'm not allowed to hurt you. Oh well. *kicks the tree*
Nero: I can say what I please. *an acorn falls on his head* *takes it off and glares at it*
Nero: Mother nature doesn't appreciate me kicking her trees. Apparently, it irritates her.
Nero: HaHA ScReW her! *kicks the tree again, sending acorns raining onto himself*
Nero: -*stands there for a second before pulling away from the touch* *grumbles*
Nero: ............ Yes.
(And now he tries to get the last word)
(He is childish, but rather insane)
(Cause he is bored and insane and doesnt know how to get people to sell their soul)
Nero: Yes ^v^
Nero: Nero. Do you have a name? *tilts his head, rather like a cat would*
Nero: *walks up to the cashier* I don't want to buy a sub, but do you want to sell your soul? *smiles fakely*
Nero: I am a DEMON. *raises hands exasperated* not a baby or a kitten or a creep. *tilts his head* Y'know at least two of those things are pet names.
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Nero: Rude. Would you rather I be realistic and talk about the complete incompetent failures that run humanity to the brink of mass extermination? Or how about this, I'll discuss the weakness of the human will and how incredibly easy it is to sway and break. *tilts his head, staring at her* Is that better miss?
Nero: Can't. Besides, It isn't like I'm stealing souls. If people want to sell their souls who am I to stop them?