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The Tag Three (New) People Meme!

Building up new CR can be hard, especially if you're unsure who's interested, or if you're just a little bit shy. Behold a meme designed specifically to get around that.

Step One - Post your character, include a prompt if you want, and note your preferences for the random generator part of the meme. Note this meme

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David | Animorphs | OTA

[sixthanimorph]

1-20, looks like RNG wants to see my char make a fool of himself

[morethanpasta]

[Alright, Feliciano could do this. He was a nation. He... wanted to run. He was used to being roughed up, not roughing up other people! Nothing to be done about this. He straightened his puny shoulders and approached David.]

You and I need to have a talk! [Had his voice quivered? Well, only ever so slightly, that didn't count, did it?]

This is seriously the best thing to wake up to ever

[sixthanimorph]

[Oh, you have got to be kidding. This is who they sent? This little guy who looks like he wants to go running in the other direction?]

Do we. [He folds his arms and watches the newcomer calmly. He looks like he'll go scurrying off the first time he gets looked at funny.]

*blush*

[morethanpasta]

[There 2343 times when it didn't even take funny looks to send him scurrying. But right now? He was determined. He was a panther, he was a lion, he was...]

Ye... yes? [He gulped. A tentative nod. Uhuh. They needed to talk. Boss said so.] I'm here to warn you! You've made some people very angry! [Feliciano reached out to poke him in the chest with a finger. That was plenty intimidating, wasn't it?]

An Animorphs/Hetalia crossover was inevitable

[sixthanimorph]

[A pussycat. That's what this guy was. A quivering, frightened little pussycat. He'd almost be cute if he wasn't trying to threaten him.]

"Y-yes?" [He echoes the words in a smirking mockery of the young man's hesitant tone.] Is that a question or a declarative statement? And you're telling me I'm making people mad? Holy crap, stop the presses. [David bats away the finger lightly. That's him being nice. Well, for a given value of 'nice'.]

I'm already giggling like crazy XD

[morethanpasta]

That's... [Feliciano stared at his own finger, which had been batted away with such disregard. He raised his eyes again to meet David's, an upset little pout on his lips.] That's not very nice of you! You don't have to be mean about it!

[He pulled his hand back and cradled it protectively against his chest. He would need that finger, later, for the roughing up part... Gulp.

Ve! I'm trying to tell you to stop it, I'm just trying to help you! [Whining his way to success? Why, yes, it's always worth a try.]

That makes two of us. ;)

[sixthanimorph]

Yeah, well, I'm not a very nice person. [David shrugs lightly, unconcerned. If he doesn't like it, he can go somewhere else.] You get used to it.

[And oh, good grief. Now he just feels bad. It's like kicking a puppy.]

You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. [And that insubordinate attitude is probably why he's getting this visit in the first place, but. Screw 'em.]

Re: That makes two of us. ;)

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano shot him a wounded look. Well, maybe he didn't want to get used to it! His eternally grumpy brother filled his quota of getting used to bad-tempered people, thank you very much.]

But... I am supposed to take care of you! [He opened his mouth again to add something, closed it again. Somehow, that had sounded different when the boss had told him "take care" of the problem.] Not that I'm supposed to take care of you, but it would be nice if you could... He trailed off helplessly.]

Ve! Can't you just promise to behave?

[sixthanimorph]

[Oh, come on. Those puppy eyes just aren't fair. As much as David wants to tell him to just go take a long walk off a short pier, he just can't.]

Shortstuff, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the behaving type. [He sighs and leans back in his seat, fixing him with a skeptical look.] No one tells me what to do. I'm only here because it's convenient.

[He raises an eyebrow.] How'd you get stuck with this job, anyway? He couldn't come himself?

[morethanpasta]

[Feliciano thought long and hard about that question, looking a bit constipated in the process.]

Ve~ I think it started with the boss looking for someone to do this job... and my brother coming up with an excuse, but I was too busy eating pasta to realize I should be thinking of excuses.

[He sighed melodramatically and slumped his shoulders. How could pasta have betrayed him like that?]

But he let me finish my dessert before he sent me off. [Never let it be said boss can't be nice.]

[sixthanimorph]

[This whole explanation, if anything, just leaves David more confused, not less.]

Did you ever think it might be - you know - a bad idea to come threaten someone who can do what I can?

[Admittedly, he's not very threatening in his normal form. But he's assuming Feliciano knows about his morphing. After all, that's why he was recruited.]

That's not being nice. That's him giving you a last meal. Good grief.

[morethanpasta]

I had gelato for dessert. [Feliciano offered that tentatively, as if ice cream could belatedly put a positive spin on the entire miserable affair.

He tilted his head to the side and eyed David warily. He gulped. He had been doing a lot of that today and he still wasn't at the roughing up part. He had heard picked up some gossip about his powers, everyone had, but he wasn't particularly interested in knowing too much about scary things... and boss might have mentioned something about what exactly David could do, but the gelato had been awfully good. It had been chocolate and raspberry gelato.]

You wouldn't do anything bad to me, would you? It's my job to beat you up. [Just in case David's confused about that part.]

[sixthanimorph]

Yeah? That's... nice. [David blinks, wondering why on Earth he'd volunteer that information, and what relevance it possibly had.

The look he's giving Feliciano now is a speculative one - he's not eyeing him as a threat, but then, he never was. At worst this timid, well-dressed young man was a distraction. At best... well, he's not sure yet. The would-be 'messenger' is still an unknown quantity. But he seems to do what he's told without asking too many questions. There's... possibility there.]

Well, you and I both know that's not happening, so how about this - I don't hurt you and you work for me. I was gonna take over this outfit anyway, it's just a matter of time. But it's easier if I've got some people on the inside, you know?

[morethanpasta]

Ve~ [Feliciano watches David warily and adds another anxious "ve" for good measure, then a third one. He wrings his hands in front of his chest. He walks a tiny step backwards.

Well, that did absolutely nothing to help him figure out what he's supposed to say.]

I... I don't think boss would like that very much. [He bites down on his bottom lip anxiously.] Couldn't you just let me punch your shoulder?

[sixthanimorph]

[David just folds his arms and waits patiently, watching the nervous little guy wringing his hands. It's not something to ask for lightly, transferring allegiances.

Although something tells him this guy hasn't thought his current allegiances through very closely either.]

No, he probably wouldn't. [He rolls his eyes at the suggestion.] And no, you're not going to punch my shoulder.

[morethanpasta]

Awww! [He slumps in defeat and aims his most pathetic pleading face at David, not that he expects it to do any good at this point.] Not even a little punch? More like a shove? I could tell him I've roughed you up...

[Feliciano doesn't even wait for a response, he knows the answer is going to be no. David seems to be one of these stubborn people. Well...]

I suppose it would be nice to have a different boss. Our boss isn't very nice, is he? To send me to hurt people... What did you do to make him angry?