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Cile Bailey's archive and catalogue of OCs! This is also an ask blog since I wanted to answer asks again buuut didn't really want to start a new character ask blog from existing media. Have fun! 18+ Blog may contain heavy themes.

[the-oc-archives]

Welcome to the oc archives! A lovely blog that will be filled with all oc Cile Bailey's OCs.

Send asks to the characters, request drawings of them, or just admire art Cile posts of them!

There will be a master post with links to all the character's main introduction posts, and each character will be tagged with their name in any art or asks posted.

Introduction posts will contain the lore and main trigger warnings (if any) for each character, as well as some simple personality things, dislikes and likes, and relationship statuses with other characters.

Once I get the master post ready and character introductions we will get this ball rolling! This will take a hot minute though so please be patient <3

This post is just to have something up for now okayyyy I'll come back later~

[ask-mateo-manta]

@the-oc-archives [Cher she/her]

It's an average day at the rescue. Nothing too unusual, but then someone shows up who seems a bit out of place given everyone else here.

The most obvious part being she has massive beautiful angel wings tucked behind her back. They have black feathers dotted through the white ones. She's quite tall, likely around 6'3, and has pink hair cut into a short bob with some wave.

Her eyes are a pretty green with black and white specs in them. Fair skin with freckles, and her figure has some smooth soft curve to it.

She radiates comfort and clarity.

She seems to be looking around when she eventually spots the rescue. She does love animals...

*Stitch runs over to the newcomer, barking excitedly. Mateo follows behind her. He looks a bit worse for wear- eyebags under his eyes, unruly hair, and quite a bit of inanimal fluff and “fur” on his person. He smiles at Cher as he approaches, at the same time trying to wrangle the very excitable frayhound.*

Sorry, she’s always excited when visitors come- ¡Oyé, Stitch, no saltar, por favor!

*Stitch eventually calms at Mateo’s direction, though her tail still wags a mile a minute as she inspects the newcomer with her snoot. Mateo, however, is wonderstruck at the visitor’s appearance now that he’s had a chance to notice- especially her wings.*

Dios mío…

[the-oc-archives]

Cher smiles brightly at Stitch and kneels down to offer her pets as Cher looks up at Mateo with a now softened smile.

"It's quiet alright, dear." She has a warm, soft, soothing voice with a slight southern accent. Though southern would be the closest description, it's still distinctly different.

"I'm Cher, and who may you be?"

She stretches her wings slightly when she notices Mateo looking at them, but she doesn't comment on it.

[ask-mateo-manta]

Oh! I’m Mateo- Mateo Manta- I take care of all the inanimals here at Scraps of Hope. It’s nice to meet you, Cher! You uh- your wings are really nice, and they look super soft!

[the-oc-archives]

"It's lovely to meet ya was well, Mateo. I love animals so I am glad to find myself here."

She smiles a bit more at the compliment as she stands back up.

"Thank you! I take good care of em, so they tend to be very soft... Would ya like to feel em?"

She spread out her left wing a bit more.

"Your hair looks quite soft as well, though you seem a bit tired?"

She asks softly, some concern present, but she doesn't assume much right now.

[ask-mateo-manta]

My hair is very soft, sí! And I am a little tired, but I’m okay! The inanimals still need a lot of care…

*Mateo waves away her concern (he doesn’t want to be seen as a bother) as he gets closer to touch the extended wing. His eyes widen when his fingers make contact.*

They are soft, even softer than they look! Incredible…

[the-oc-archives]

Cher tilts her head a little, concern a bit more settled in.

"Thank you... Hmm... Ya know people have said they feel like a weight blanket to lay under? Soft and warm... It is good to rest if ya need it, makes sure ya able to continue working easier too."

She smiles softly and shows the full 20ft wing span of her wings before folding them back in.

"Ya sure ya wouldn't want to rest for a bit? I would be happy to rest with ya if ya'd like as well?"

She looks incredibly soft... And warm... Her voice soothing... She radiates comfort on top of it all.

[ask-mateo-manta]

@the-oc-archives [Cher she/her]

It's an average day at the rescue. Nothing too unusual, but then someone shows up who seems a bit out of place given everyone else here.

The most obvious part being she has massive beautiful angel wings tucked behind her back. They have black feathers dotted through the white ones. She's quite tall, likely around 6'3, and has pink hair cut into a short bob with some wave.

Her eyes are a pretty green with black and white specs in them. Fair skin with freckles, and her figure has some smooth soft curve to it.

She radiates comfort and clarity.

She seems to be looking around when she eventually spots the rescue. She does love animals...

*Stitch runs over to the newcomer, barking excitedly. Mateo follows behind her. He looks a bit worse for wear- eyebags under his eyes, unruly hair, and quite a bit of inanimal fluff and “fur” on his person. He smiles at Cher as he approaches, at the same time trying to wrangle the very excitable frayhound.*

Sorry, she’s always excited when visitors come- ¡Oyé, Stitch, no saltar, por favor!

*Stitch eventually calms at Mateo’s direction, though her tail still wags a mile a minute as she inspects the newcomer with her snoot. Mateo, however, is wonderstruck at the visitor’s appearance now that he’s had a chance to notice- especially her wings.*

Dios mío…

[the-oc-archives]

Cher smiles brightly at Stitch and kneels down to offer her pets as Cher looks up at Mateo with a now softened smile.

"It's quiet alright, dear." She has a warm, soft, soothing voice with a slight southern accent. Though southern would be the closest description, it's still distinctly different.

"I'm Cher, and who may you be?"

She stretches her wings slightly when she notices Mateo looking at them, but she doesn't comment on it.

[ask-mateo-manta]

Oh! I’m Mateo- Mateo Manta- I take care of all the inanimals here at Scraps of Hope. It’s nice to meet you, Cher! You uh- your wings are really nice, and they look super soft!

[the-oc-archives]

"It's lovely to meet ya was well, Mateo. I love animals so I am glad to find myself here."

She smiles a bit more at the compliment as she stands back up.

"Thank you! I take good care of em, so they tend to be very soft... Would ya like to feel em?"

She spread out her left wing a bit more.

"Your hair looks quite soft as well, though you seem a bit tired?"

She asks softly, some concern present, but she doesn't assume much right now.

[ask-mateo-manta]

@the-oc-archives [Cher she/her]

It's an average day at the rescue. Nothing too unusual, but then someone shows up who seems a bit out of place given everyone else here.

The most obvious part being she has massive beautiful angel wings tucked behind her back. They have black feathers dotted through the white ones. She's quite tall, likely around 6'3, and has pink hair cut into a short bob with some wave.

Her eyes are a pretty green with black and white specs in them. Fair skin with freckles, and her figure has some smooth soft curve to it.

She radiates comfort and clarity.

She seems to be looking around when she eventually spots the rescue. She does love animals...

*Stitch runs over to the newcomer, barking excitedly. Mateo follows behind her. He looks a bit worse for wear- eyebags under his eyes, unruly hair, and quite a bit of inanimal fluff and “fur” on his person. He smiles at Cher as he approaches, at the same time trying to wrangle the very excitable frayhound.*

Sorry, she’s always excited when visitors come- ¡Oyé, Stitch, no saltar, por favor!

*Stitch eventually calms at Mateo’s direction, though her tail still wags a mile a minute as she inspects the newcomer with her snoot. Mateo, however, is wonderstruck at the visitor’s appearance now that he’s had a chance to notice- especially her wings.*

Dios mío…

[the-oc-archives]

Cher smiles brightly at Stitch and kneels down to offer her pets as Cher looks up at Mateo with a now softened smile.

"It's quiet alright, dear." She has a warm, soft, soothing voice with a slight southern accent. Though southern would be the closest description, it's still distinctly different.

"I'm Cher, and who may you be?"

She stretches her wings slightly when she notices Mateo looking at them, but she doesn't comment on it.

[trinket-keeper]

There is a tall, very tall, figure that walks into the office. They have slight confusion visible right now, as well as curiosity. The move very slowly and silently, looking around.

They have to be about 7'8 from the looks of it. A tv for a head with vague glowing white eyes behind the static dancing on the screen, limbs just slightly too long for their torso, and unease radiates from them. They give no malice, but simply a feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. It is impossible to pinpoint why.

They wear a black dress that goes to their calves, pretty and frilly with the fabric draping just too perfect. A sense of perfect beauty in their outfit is to a point of being unsettling and unnatural.

A veil made of black feathers lays down the back of their head to shoulders.

The eventually look at Jerry's drawer, curious, humming softly yet out of tune, and opens it. They go to pick something up to look at it.

@the-oc-archives

[The feeling of something being taken from his drawer was more of an intuition than a physical sensation.. He perks right up ot of the deceptively small space-]

Ah- Excuse me that would be-

Oh.

... big-

[the-oc-archives]

Null looks down at Jerry silently for a moment before responding. Voice monotone and stuffed with static. Human yet vaguely wrong.

"Apologies would this happen to be yours?... I was curious about it."

...

"I suppose big would be a correct word for me as well... Who may you be?"

They slowly hold their hand out to offer the item they took back.

[trinket-keeper]

Ahhh... Y-yes- Yes indeed- Thank you-

[Jerry gently takes the item back, slipping it into his pocket before looking back up at the mystic mystery person...]

Uh...a-ahm- My name is Jerry-! I'm... I'm the junk drawer! And this here is my collection... annnd... you might be..?

[the-oc-archives]

Null once again is silent for a moment before responding. They seem to do that everytime before speaking.

"You are welcome... Jerry? I am Null. I am the concept of the uncanny valley feeling. Encompasses liminal spaces heavily as well."

They stare at him for a while before speaking again.

"You said you have a collection. May I see it?"

They pick at their gloves for a moment as they ask, almost nervously, but that has been the only indication of any emotion so far.

[trinket-keeper]

Huh... What intresting people we have around the house.... Well- Ah- It's a pleasure Null!

[Jerry perked up as they ask to see, looking quite excited indeed!]

Oh- Absolutely!! I just love to tour it around-

Just uh- be mindful of your size- It can get rather cramped-

[the-oc-archives]

Null nods slowly before pausing and then responding.

"I appreciate you being willing to show me. Your enthusiasm is also admirable..."

They say that first sentence as if surprised, but it is hard to tell with their monotone voice.

"I will be mindful, I am used to spaces being cramped."

Odd statement, but at least they know how to handle it?

[trinket-keeper]

Uh... thanks! I guess... just follow me-

[He smiles and leads them inside. The drawer is quite cramped indeed- filled with boxes stuffed with missilanious things, displays, art on the walls, overflowing shelves, hanging lights on the ceiling...]

[the-oc-archives]

Null follows him inside silently and very intently looks at everything.

"There are a lot of things in here... I quite like the lights."

They really do seem to actually be admiring everything given they spend a good amount of time staring at each item.

"Do you have a favorite one?"

Something about her tone sounds more human with that question. Making the question sound genuine and curious. She stares at a particular set of hanging lights when she does ask.

[trinket-keeper]

There is a tall, very tall, figure that walks into the office. They have slight confusion visible right now, as well as curiosity. The move very slowly and silently, looking around.

They have to be about 7'8 from the looks of it. A tv for a head with vague glowing white eyes behind the static dancing on the screen, limbs just slightly too long for their torso, and unease radiates from them. They give no malice, but simply a feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. It is impossible to pinpoint why.

They wear a black dress that goes to their calves, pretty and frilly with the fabric draping just too perfect. A sense of perfect beauty in their outfit is to a point of being unsettling and unnatural.

A veil made of black feathers lays down the back of their head to shoulders.

The eventually look at Jerry's drawer, curious, humming softly yet out of tune, and opens it. They go to pick something up to look at it.

@the-oc-archives

[The feeling of something being taken from his drawer was more of an intuition than a physical sensation.. He perks right up ot of the deceptively small space-]

Ah- Excuse me that would be-

Oh.

... big-

[the-oc-archives]

Null looks down at Jerry silently for a moment before responding. Voice monotone and stuffed with static. Human yet vaguely wrong.

"Apologies would this happen to be yours?... I was curious about it."

...

"I suppose big would be a correct word for me as well... Who may you be?"

They slowly hold their hand out to offer the item they took back.

[trinket-keeper]

Ahhh... Y-yes- Yes indeed- Thank you-

[Jerry gently takes the item back, slipping it into his pocket before looking back up at the mystic mystery person...]

Uh...a-ahm- My name is Jerry-! I'm... I'm the junk drawer! And this here is my collection... annnd... you might be..?

[the-oc-archives]

Null once again is silent for a moment before responding. They seem to do that everytime before speaking.

"You are welcome... Jerry? I am Null. I am the concept of the uncanny valley feeling. Encompasses liminal spaces heavily as well."

They stare at him for a while before speaking again.

"You said you have a collection. May I see it?"

They pick at their gloves for a moment as they ask, almost nervously, but that has been the only indication of any emotion so far.

[trinket-keeper]

Huh... What intresting people we have around the house.... Well- Ah- It's a pleasure Null!

[Jerry perked up as they ask to see, looking quite excited indeed!]

Oh- Absolutely!! I just love to tour it around-

Just uh- be mindful of your size- It can get rather cramped-

[the-oc-archives]

Null nods slowly before pausing and then responding.

"I appreciate you being willing to show me. Your enthusiasm is also admirable..."

They say that first sentence as if surprised, but it is hard to tell with their monotone voice.

"I will be mindful, I am used to spaces being cramped."

Odd statement, but at least they know how to handle it?

[trinket-keeper]

There is a tall, very tall, figure that walks into the office. They have slight confusion visible right now, as well as curiosity. The move very slowly and silently, looking around.

They have to be about 7'8 from the looks of it. A tv for a head with vague glowing white eyes behind the static dancing on the screen, limbs just slightly too long for their torso, and unease radiates from them. They give no malice, but simply a feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. It is impossible to pinpoint why.

They wear a black dress that goes to their calves, pretty and frilly with the fabric draping just too perfect. A sense of perfect beauty in their outfit is to a point of being unsettling and unnatural.

A veil made of black feathers lays down the back of their head to shoulders.

The eventually look at Jerry's drawer, curious, humming softly yet out of tune, and opens it. They go to pick something up to look at it.

@the-oc-archives

[The feeling of something being taken from his drawer was more of an intuition than a physical sensation.. He perks right up ot of the deceptively small space-]

Ah- Excuse me that would be-

Oh.

... big-

[the-oc-archives]

Null looks down at Jerry silently for a moment before responding. Voice monotone and stuffed with static. Human yet vaguely wrong.

"Apologies would this happen to be yours?... I was curious about it."

...

"I suppose big would be a correct word for me as well... Who may you be?"

They slowly hold their hand out to offer the item they took back.

[trinket-keeper]

Ahhh... Y-yes- Yes indeed- Thank you-

[Jerry gently takes the item back, slipping it into his pocket before looking back up at the mystic mystery person...]

Uh...a-ahm- My name is Jerry-! I'm... I'm the junk drawer! And this here is my collection... annnd... you might be..?

[the-oc-archives]

Null once again is silent for a moment before responding. They seem to do that everytime before speaking.

"You are welcome... Jerry? I am Null. I am the concept of the uncanny valley feeling. Encompasses liminal spaces heavily as well."

They stare at him for a while before speaking again.

"You said you have a collection. May I see it?"

They pick at their gloves for a moment as they ask, almost nervously, but that has been the only indication of any emotion so far.

[trinket-keeper]

There is a tall, very tall, figure that walks into the office. They have slight confusion visible right now, as well as curiosity. The move very slowly and silently, looking around.

They have to be about 7'8 from the looks of it. A tv for a head with vague glowing white eyes behind the static dancing on the screen, limbs just slightly too long for their torso, and unease radiates from them. They give no malice, but simply a feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. It is impossible to pinpoint why.

They wear a black dress that goes to their calves, pretty and frilly with the fabric draping just too perfect. A sense of perfect beauty in their outfit is to a point of being unsettling and unnatural.

A veil made of black feathers lays down the back of their head to shoulders.

The eventually look at Jerry's drawer, curious, humming softly yet out of tune, and opens it. They go to pick something up to look at it.

@the-oc-archives

[The feeling of something being taken from his drawer was more of an intuition than a physical sensation.. He perks right up ot of the deceptively small space-]

Ah- Excuse me that would be-

Oh.

... big-

[the-oc-archives]

Null looks down at Jerry silently for a moment before responding. Voice monotone and stuffed with static. Human yet vaguely wrong.

"Apologies would this happen to be yours?... I was curious about it."

...

"I suppose big would be a correct word for me as well... Who may you be?"

They slowly hold their hand out to offer the item they took back.

[dawny-faethers]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix (She/Her)]

Without much warning a two tailed calico cat falls from the ceiling of the attic. There is no hole in the ceiling where the cat fell from, yet here they are...

The cat tries to land on their feet, but they get a bit disorientated and fall on their side instead.

The cat lays there for a moment, tails flicking in annoyance, before they get up with a huff and look around.

The cat has a red collar with a golden tag and silent gold bell.

[ :3< ]

Dawn jumped when the little cat fell through yhe ceiling. “Where did you come from sweetheart?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Dawn, as if studying her for a moment. It gets up after that and flicks it tails as it sniffs up at her.

"Mau"

The cat doesn't step closer, but it does look back up at the ceiling, back at Dawn, and does the equivalent of a shrug for a cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Well mau to you. Are you hungry little one?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat pauses at that, tails flicking cautiously. If Dawn knows the body language of cats well enough she'd know the cat is wary at the offer of food.

It does step closer after a minute, sniffing Dawn again.

...

It eventually nods with a quiet meow.

There's something strangely very human about this small cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Do you like chicken sweetie? I’ve got some extra leftovers you make like.”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat stretches up its paws onto Dawns knees with a small chirp. That would be a yes.

Its eyes are a pretty golden hue, almost enough to appear as if glowing.

[dawny-faethers]

“Wonderful, come here.” She picks the cat up and goes into her cage to set the kitty down in the kitchen.

“Duvet, honey! Can you get the warm blankets?”

“Okay mama!”

There’s a thudding sound as something is running around upstairs

[the-oc-archives]

The cat tenses at being picked up, but tolerates it.

When sat back down the cat just sits and watches, before startling and visibly jumping at the thudding sound.

It's on edge, but trying to ignore that feeling ot seems. It tries to distract itself by grooming its fur.

[dawny-faethers]

As Dawn busies herself with prepping the chicken for the cat a tiny head pokes down from the stairs

“Mama I got the blankets! Kitty!!”

[eddie-volt-multiverse]

The cat is busy grooming its tail, and keeping a subtle eye on Dawn as she prepares the kitchen.

It turns its head to the person at the stairs and stares at them. It still keeps looking back up at Dawn occasionally, observing both people that it doesn't know.

[dawny-faethers]

“Yes sweetheart it’s a kitty. Can you put the blankets down for it please?”

“Okay!”

Duvet quickly comes down the stairs and plops the blankets infront of the cat.

“There you go! Can I let you now?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Duvet for a while, then the blankets, and sniffs the blanket before finally getting on them. It moves itself in so most of it is covered by the blankets.

...

It stares up at Duvet again, and after a moment nods at the question.

[dawny-faethers]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix (She/Her)]

Without much warning a two tailed calico cat falls from the ceiling of the attic. There is no hole in the ceiling where the cat fell from, yet here they are...

The cat tries to land on their feet, but they get a bit disorientated and fall on their side instead.

The cat lays there for a moment, tails flicking in annoyance, before they get up with a huff and look around.

The cat has a red collar with a golden tag and silent gold bell.

[ :3< ]

Dawn jumped when the little cat fell through yhe ceiling. “Where did you come from sweetheart?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Dawn, as if studying her for a moment. It gets up after that and flicks it tails as it sniffs up at her.

"Mau"

The cat doesn't step closer, but it does look back up at the ceiling, back at Dawn, and does the equivalent of a shrug for a cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Well mau to you. Are you hungry little one?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat pauses at that, tails flicking cautiously. If Dawn knows the body language of cats well enough she'd know the cat is wary at the offer of food.

It does step closer after a minute, sniffing Dawn again.

...

It eventually nods with a quiet meow.

There's something strangely very human about this small cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Do you like chicken sweetie? I’ve got some extra leftovers you make like.”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat stretches up its paws onto Dawns knees with a small chirp. That would be a yes.

Its eyes are a pretty golden hue, almost enough to appear as if glowing.

[dawny-faethers]

“Wonderful, come here.” She picks the cat up and goes into her cage to set the kitty down in the kitchen.

“Duvet, honey! Can you get the warm blankets?”

“Okay mama!”

There’s a thudding sound as something is running around upstairs

[the-oc-archives]

The cat tenses at being picked up, but tolerates it.

When sat back down the cat just sits and watches, before startling and visibly jumping at the thudding sound.

It's on edge, but trying to ignore that feeling ot seems. It tries to distract itself by grooming its fur.

[dawny-faethers]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix (She/Her)]

Without much warning a two tailed calico cat falls from the ceiling of the attic. There is no hole in the ceiling where the cat fell from, yet here they are...

The cat tries to land on their feet, but they get a bit disorientated and fall on their side instead.

The cat lays there for a moment, tails flicking in annoyance, before they get up with a huff and look around.

The cat has a red collar with a golden tag and silent gold bell.

[ :3< ]

Dawn jumped when the little cat fell through yhe ceiling. “Where did you come from sweetheart?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Dawn, as if studying her for a moment. It gets up after that and flicks it tails as it sniffs up at her.

"Mau"

The cat doesn't step closer, but it does look back up at the ceiling, back at Dawn, and does the equivalent of a shrug for a cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Well mau to you. Are you hungry little one?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat pauses at that, tails flicking cautiously. If Dawn knows the body language of cats well enough she'd know the cat is wary at the offer of food.

It does step closer after a minute, sniffing Dawn again.

...

It eventually nods with a quiet meow.

There's something strangely very human about this small cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Do you like chicken sweetie? I’ve got some extra leftovers you make like.”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat stretches up its paws onto Dawns knees with a small chirp. That would be a yes.

Its eyes are a pretty golden hue, almost enough to appear as if glowing.

[dawny-faethers]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix (She/Her)]

Without much warning a two tailed calico cat falls from the ceiling of the attic. There is no hole in the ceiling where the cat fell from, yet here they are...

The cat tries to land on their feet, but they get a bit disorientated and fall on their side instead.

The cat lays there for a moment, tails flicking in annoyance, before they get up with a huff and look around.

The cat has a red collar with a golden tag and silent gold bell.

[ :3< ]

Dawn jumped when the little cat fell through yhe ceiling. “Where did you come from sweetheart?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Dawn, as if studying her for a moment. It gets up after that and flicks it tails as it sniffs up at her.

"Mau"

The cat doesn't step closer, but it does look back up at the ceiling, back at Dawn, and does the equivalent of a shrug for a cat.

[dawny-faethers]

“Well mau to you. Are you hungry little one?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat pauses at that, tails flicking cautiously. If Dawn knows the body language of cats well enough she'd know the cat is wary at the offer of food.

It does step closer after a minute, sniffing Dawn again.

...

It eventually nods with a quiet meow.

There's something strangely very human about this small cat.

[dawny-faethers]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix (She/Her)]

Without much warning a two tailed calico cat falls from the ceiling of the attic. There is no hole in the ceiling where the cat fell from, yet here they are...

The cat tries to land on their feet, but they get a bit disorientated and fall on their side instead.

The cat lays there for a moment, tails flicking in annoyance, before they get up with a huff and look around.

The cat has a red collar with a golden tag and silent gold bell.

[ :3< ]

Dawn jumped when the little cat fell through yhe ceiling. “Where did you come from sweetheart?”

[the-oc-archives]

The cat looks up at Dawn, as if studying her for a moment. It gets up after that and flicks it tails as it sniffs up at her.

"Mau"

The cat doesn't step closer, but it does look back up at the ceiling, back at Dawn, and does the equivalent of a shrug for a cat.

[the-incubus-anon]

@the-oc-archives [Ribi (She/Her)]

Ribi got lost... Again...

She ends up walking up to a random house to get some help or... Something. She feels so awkward everytime this happens.

She ends up knocking on Lionel's door.

She has a short bob of brown hair wil longer side pieces, and wispy bangs, about 4'6, and on the curvier side. She hides her non-human features right now.

She currently is wearing ear defenders, and notably is bare foot... On the sidewalk. Other than that her outfit is usual for the weather.

Lionel opens the door, wearing much less formal clothes than normal, a black tank top, some sweatpants, and a hoody that is notably larger than his size.

Hello? Are you alright?

His tail flicks, ear twitching as his eyes glow pink to try and read the character of who’s in front of him.

[the-oc-archives]

Ribi looks up at Lionel, awkwardness very blatant.

"I uh I got lost... I was wondering if..."

She loses words for a moment--

"Could I come in to maybe rest and have water?... I don't know how far I wandered this time-- Usually the cats get me back..."

She makes no eye contact, or even looks at Lionel beyond the first glance. She doesn't tend to focus her eyes on people.

Lionel would detect no malice... If anything Ribi has a feel of being too nice, and... Very awkward.

[the-incubus-anon]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix]

A calico cat with two tails has somehow gotten into the house and is walking around stealthily. She seems to just be cautiously exploring right now.

She would likely go snoop around the kitchen cabinets if no one found her first.

-~-~-~-

:3<

Lucifer is in the living room reading as he drinks coffee. Lionel, however, is nowhere to be found. That is, until, he flops down from the roof, holding onto a ledge with his tail, and spooking Beatrix.

Hi there! Nice to see a new face, I’m Lionel!

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles backwards, falling over in the process, with a loud half hiss half growl towards Lionel. She puffs up her fur as well, staring at him.

She sniffs at him for a moment, eyes squinted and staring, before she settles back down.

...

She huffs and walks over to him, bapping his hair if it's in range.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel giggles, dropping from the roof and floating in the air in front of her.

What’s your name?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix watches him float in the air and then jumps on top of him wherever she may be able to.

She flops across where she is as she purrs and thinks.

...

...

She huffs after a few minutes, hopping back down, and shifting to her human form. A tall nekomata with a calico pattern. Two fluffy calico tails, paws for her limbs, and long wavy white hair.

"Beatrix... Nice to meet you too?"

She seems uncertain in this form, but she can't talk in her cat form.

[the-incubus-anon]

Oh-

Lionel laughs, looking down.

It’s nice to meet you! Uh- if you want help learning how to talk as a cat, Lucifer is the one to go to.. I prefer being silent as a cat. Whatcha doing here?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix stares for a moment before responding.

"Lucifer...? I-- That would be helpful."

She hops up onto a counter and sits on it in a crouched position, tails swaying behind her.

"I don't know what I'm doing here honestly... I just wander, and ended up here. Smelled interesting people so I wiggled myself under the door."

... How?

"Not disappointed in the people part for sure... I don't remember the last time I actually talked to someone."

She stares at him more.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel nods, eyes suddenly glowing with pink aura before Lucifer appears.

Oh, hello there. You could’ve just called me Lionel.

I did! ….technically, anyway. Uh, Miss Beatrix here needs help learning how to speak as a cat.

I- Lio I can’t even get you to learn how will I get a stranger to-

Just do it!

Ugh, alright.. honestly I’m not surprised you wiggled under a door, not only are these doors old and warped but cats are.. known for their boneless nature. How much would you like to learn? I can go from simple phrases to complex and whatever, it’s up to you how in depth this goes and… if we need magical intervention or not.

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles slightly when Lucifer appears like that and stares at him.

...

"Um... Simple phrases would be fine? Talking isn't exactly the main purpose for my fact form."

She seems confused as to what is going on here now.

"I don't think I was expecting my choice of squirming into a random house to result in this."

She just kinda goes wherever honestly...

[the-incubus-anon]

Lucifer nods, humming.

Luckily, cats aren’t too hard to teach English.. crows are easier, for obvious reasons, but… it shouldn’t be too difficult. That can wait though, it would be better to get to know you more to see if it’s even necessary.

He chuckles, and Lionel grins.

We’re very unexpected. I mean, our house looks normal and then BOOM two demons live in it.

What were you expecting, exactly?

[the-oc-archives]

"Most of the other cats I know who can speak can only speak... Cat language when in that form. English doesn't have the right word."

She chuckles at Lionel's comment.

"Was expecting humans for one... Other than that I was just trying to sneak in to grab food... Common habit for me honestly."

She shifts a little to sit on the counter with her legs hanging off now.

"What are two demons doing here though? I mean technically nekomanta are too, but I really only have one place I'll stick to staying at."

She has a collar on her neck, which for nekomanta is like a leash. She seems unbothered by that though.

[the-incubus-anon]

Well we could always get you from food, what would you like?

Lionel smiles, looking away.

As for what we’re doing here.. depends who you ask. I’ll tell you it’s for business, but some may say pleasure.

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix thinks for a moment before answering lucifer.

"... Do you have salmon?"

She seems really hesitant about asking for food rather than just taking it.

She looks at Lionel at that comment.

"Oh? What business... And I am curious about the pleasure comment too~"

She teases slightly, but doesn't push.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel rolls his eyes, chuckling softly.

Be as curious as you want sweetheart, I’m gay. But.. it can be that kind of business. I’m kidding, we’re here to study humanity and the likes of it.

And of course we have salmon.

Even though I hate it…

Lucifer goes into the fridge, picking up some salmon sushi and pulling it out.

Is this alright? You can just pull the salmon off if that’s all you want, I’ll eat whatever you leave.

[the-oc-archives]

"Oh no worries, I wasn't flirting--"

Beatrix chuckles a little.

"Study humanity though? How so?"

She stares at the sushi for a moment before replying... She pauses a bit too long though.

"Just the salmon is fine..."

She still stares at it, like she's looking for something. She does a poor job at trying to hide that.

[the-incubus-anon]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix]

A calico cat with two tails has somehow gotten into the house and is walking around stealthily. She seems to just be cautiously exploring right now.

She would likely go snoop around the kitchen cabinets if no one found her first.

-~-~-~-

:3<

Lucifer is in the living room reading as he drinks coffee. Lionel, however, is nowhere to be found. That is, until, he flops down from the roof, holding onto a ledge with his tail, and spooking Beatrix.

Hi there! Nice to see a new face, I’m Lionel!

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles backwards, falling over in the process, with a loud half hiss half growl towards Lionel. She puffs up her fur as well, staring at him.

She sniffs at him for a moment, eyes squinted and staring, before she settles back down.

...

She huffs and walks over to him, bapping his hair if it's in range.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel giggles, dropping from the roof and floating in the air in front of her.

What’s your name?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix watches him float in the air and then jumps on top of him wherever she may be able to.

She flops across where she is as she purrs and thinks.

...

...

She huffs after a few minutes, hopping back down, and shifting to her human form. A tall nekomata with a calico pattern. Two fluffy calico tails, paws for her limbs, and long wavy white hair.

"Beatrix... Nice to meet you too?"

She seems uncertain in this form, but she can't talk in her cat form.

[the-incubus-anon]

Oh-

Lionel laughs, looking down.

It’s nice to meet you! Uh- if you want help learning how to talk as a cat, Lucifer is the one to go to.. I prefer being silent as a cat. Whatcha doing here?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix stares for a moment before responding.

"Lucifer...? I-- That would be helpful."

She hops up onto a counter and sits on it in a crouched position, tails swaying behind her.

"I don't know what I'm doing here honestly... I just wander, and ended up here. Smelled interesting people so I wiggled myself under the door."

... How?

"Not disappointed in the people part for sure... I don't remember the last time I actually talked to someone."

She stares at him more.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel nods, eyes suddenly glowing with pink aura before Lucifer appears.

Oh, hello there. You could’ve just called me Lionel.

I did! ….technically, anyway. Uh, Miss Beatrix here needs help learning how to speak as a cat.

I- Lio I can’t even get you to learn how will I get a stranger to-

Just do it!

Ugh, alright.. honestly I’m not surprised you wiggled under a door, not only are these doors old and warped but cats are.. known for their boneless nature. How much would you like to learn? I can go from simple phrases to complex and whatever, it’s up to you how in depth this goes and… if we need magical intervention or not.

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles slightly when Lucifer appears like that and stares at him.

...

"Um... Simple phrases would be fine? Talking isn't exactly the main purpose for my fact form."

She seems confused as to what is going on here now.

"I don't think I was expecting my choice of squirming into a random house to result in this."

She just kinda goes wherever honestly...

[the-incubus-anon]

Lucifer nods, humming.

Luckily, cats aren’t too hard to teach English.. crows are easier, for obvious reasons, but… it shouldn’t be too difficult. That can wait though, it would be better to get to know you more to see if it’s even necessary.

He chuckles, and Lionel grins.

We’re very unexpected. I mean, our house looks normal and then BOOM two demons live in it.

What were you expecting, exactly?

[the-oc-archives]

"Most of the other cats I know who can speak can only speak... Cat language when in that form. English doesn't have the right word."

She chuckles at Lionel's comment.

"Was expecting humans for one... Other than that I was just trying to sneak in to grab food... Common habit for me honestly."

She shifts a little to sit on the counter with her legs hanging off now.

"What are two demons doing here though? I mean technically nekomanta are too, but I really only have one place I'll stick to staying at."

She has a collar on her neck, which for nekomanta is like a leash. She seems unbothered by that though.

[the-incubus-anon]

Well we could always get you from food, what would you like?

Lionel smiles, looking away.

As for what we’re doing here.. depends who you ask. I’ll tell you it’s for business, but some may say pleasure.

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix thinks for a moment before answering lucifer.

"... Do you have salmon?"

She seems really hesitant about asking for food rather than just taking it.

She looks at Lionel at that comment.

"Oh? What business... And I am curious about the pleasure comment too~"

She teases slightly, but doesn't push.

[the-incubus-anon]

@the-oc-archives [Beatrix]

A calico cat with two tails has somehow gotten into the house and is walking around stealthily. She seems to just be cautiously exploring right now.

She would likely go snoop around the kitchen cabinets if no one found her first.

-~-~-~-

:3<

Lucifer is in the living room reading as he drinks coffee. Lionel, however, is nowhere to be found. That is, until, he flops down from the roof, holding onto a ledge with his tail, and spooking Beatrix.

Hi there! Nice to see a new face, I’m Lionel!

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles backwards, falling over in the process, with a loud half hiss half growl towards Lionel. She puffs up her fur as well, staring at him.

She sniffs at him for a moment, eyes squinted and staring, before she settles back down.

...

She huffs and walks over to him, bapping his hair if it's in range.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel giggles, dropping from the roof and floating in the air in front of her.

What’s your name?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix watches him float in the air and then jumps on top of him wherever she may be able to.

She flops across where she is as she purrs and thinks.

...

...

She huffs after a few minutes, hopping back down, and shifting to her human form. A tall nekomata with a calico pattern. Two fluffy calico tails, paws for her limbs, and long wavy white hair.

"Beatrix... Nice to meet you too?"

She seems uncertain in this form, but she can't talk in her cat form.

[the-incubus-anon]

Oh-

Lionel laughs, looking down.

It’s nice to meet you! Uh- if you want help learning how to talk as a cat, Lucifer is the one to go to.. I prefer being silent as a cat. Whatcha doing here?

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix stares for a moment before responding.

"Lucifer...? I-- That would be helpful."

She hops up onto a counter and sits on it in a crouched position, tails swaying behind her.

"I don't know what I'm doing here honestly... I just wander, and ended up here. Smelled interesting people so I wiggled myself under the door."

... How?

"Not disappointed in the people part for sure... I don't remember the last time I actually talked to someone."

She stares at him more.

[the-incubus-anon]

Lionel nods, eyes suddenly glowing with pink aura before Lucifer appears.

Oh, hello there. You could’ve just called me Lionel.

I did! ….technically, anyway. Uh, Miss Beatrix here needs help learning how to speak as a cat.

I- Lio I can’t even get you to learn how will I get a stranger to-

Just do it!

Ugh, alright.. honestly I’m not surprised you wiggled under a door, not only are these doors old and warped but cats are.. known for their boneless nature. How much would you like to learn? I can go from simple phrases to complex and whatever, it’s up to you how in depth this goes and… if we need magical intervention or not.

[the-oc-archives]

Beatrix startles slightly when Lucifer appears like that and stares at him.

...

"Um... Simple phrases would be fine? Talking isn't exactly the main purpose for my fact form."

She seems confused as to what is going on here now.

"I don't think I was expecting my choice of squirming into a random house to result in this."

She just kinda goes wherever honestly...

[the-incubus-anon]

Lucifer nods, humming.

Luckily, cats aren’t too hard to teach English.. crows are easier, for obvious reasons, but… it shouldn’t be too difficult. That can wait though, it would be better to get to know you more to see if it’s even necessary.

He chuckles, and Lionel grins.

We’re very unexpected. I mean, our house looks normal and then BOOM two demons live in it.

What were you expecting, exactly?

[the-oc-archives]

"Most of the other cats I know who can speak can only speak... Cat language when in that form. English doesn't have the right word."

She chuckles at Lionel's comment.

"Was expecting humans for one... Other than that I was just trying to sneak in to grab food... Common habit for me honestly."

She shifts a little to sit on the counter with her legs hanging off now.

"What are two demons doing here though? I mean technically nekomanta are too, but I really only have one place I'll stick to staying at."

She has a collar on her neck, which for nekomanta is like a leash. She seems unbothered by that though.