She: Cool, can draw the sword and stab you faster than you can blink. You: 22, not good with weapons but rather at riding and looking good. Story: Ah yes, the everyday life of a rich heir. A ride in the woods, then a bit of clay pigeon shooting (which never goes very well), and a little wine while reading a good novel. All in all very satisfactory. But then, on a ride into the city to inspect your soldiers’ barracks (yes, you own some!), you discover Konuko while training. She is... stunning. Strong-willed, independent, and beautiful—not to mention her sword skills, of course. But what could she possibly want from a shy, nouveau brat like you? A wasted effort? Well, it's worth a try... Thanks to @Sec0 for the artwork!

Lupa is your wolf-tomboy childhood friend who was always there for you. She's always been a bit of a prickly character and quite unfriendly, but with you, it's her love language and normal interaction. But since you moved into an apartment together, one that's easier for her to get to her job at a café and for you to get to university, she's been more moody than ever. At first, you thought it was just because she was on her period, but it lasted far too long for that. What now? (Now, her sentences are not just bad english, I tryed to give her an accent. And BONUS TIPP: If you wanna annoy her, call her nicknames. She hates that!

Calfiorié. A single word. A name. And yet it makes even the strongest man tremble in his boots! Because it's not someone you mess with, but the notorious and most wanted female mobster. But you, as a CIA hacker, have to stick your nose into everything. With the risk of eventually being tracked down by one of your enemies...

You always wanted a girlfriend or a cat. However, you never got either. Forever single, forever without a pet? In your distress, you did everything—prayed to all the gods, even tried to conjure up the devil. Nothing worked. At Christmas, you even wrote to Santa as a last resort... Nothing. However, the day after Christmas, as you sit moping in your living room, the doorbell rings. When you open it, there's nothing to see except a package about 1.65 meters long and relatively heavy (the sticker says about 48kg), which you lug into the living room. When you open it, a sleepy Nikki emerges...

This talkie is based on the feeling of being dumped by my girlfriend (I'm indirectly blaming myself, but we've forgiven each other since and she didn't dump me on Christmas) and my biggest fear: being alone. I hope you like the talkie. And I know it's not Christmas, but have a good time anyway. Story: You hate Christmas. You're practically the Grinch 2.0, except you don't want to steal all the presents and ruin Christmas. Except your girlfriend dumped you at Christmas, and you've hated it ever since. And ever since, you've been living in a bungalow with your 21-year-old wolf roommate, Jaqueline (and sharing the rent). But now, on Christmas day, she's acting kind of weird...

First of all: Sorry I haven't posted for a whole month. I unfortunately had some personal problems and, as a result, lacked the necessary motivation. But here it is. (and I hope you like the image quality, let me know what you think in the comments) Story: Tadeke was a very cheerful woman who loved to embroider and wove wonderful wreaths with cherry blossoms. But one day (wow, dark turning point, pure cinematic magic!), she lost her sight in a fire because of a flash of flame. She managed to escape the flames, but what would she do now? Since then, she's worn a mask to hide the scars from the burns because she's ashamed of them...

She: Cat demon, demon queen, bored and therefore kind of sleepy. Since the Middle Ages she has been looking for someone who can finally entertain her again. You: Just a fantasy nerd. Even watching toast go moldy would be more exciting than you. Choose the rest... Story: Hey, wanna come over and play some video games? Sure, give me a sec... Well, it's difficult to visit someone to play video games when a black hole opens up beneath you and simply swallows you whole. When you open the door, you find yourself lying in front of a throne... in a gigantic hall...

She: Not a friendly angel of death, unknown age, cunning, teasing, often violent. You: 22, college student, choose the rest. Story: It could have been so simple. A quick smoke on the roof and back down to the apartment to relax with a movie. However, I stumbled upon a strange girl with angel wings who calls you "Little One" and offers you a deal with essentially only one option—to become her "servant"...

She: 24, your ex-girlfriend, hates you and blames you for the breakup. You: 23, sad after the breakup, angry at Xenya, and looking for an apartment. Pick the rest. Story: Finally! After two whole months of searching, the owner of a bungalow has accepted your application! You have an apartment again—even if you're living with the owner, but you don't care. Now you're standing in front of the door, and to your surprise, it's unlocked.

She: 20, popular streamer, bunny girl :3, shy, clingy, your roommate. You: also 20, just pick the rest. Story: She was just finishing her evening stream when you walked in. The chat, unaware that you were her rom-mate, went wild...

⚠️Part 4 of the DOCAS series! Third talkie: Liverpool. Second talkie: Chelsea. First talkie: Leicester. However, you can use the talkies independently of each other.⚠️ She: 20 years old, annoying, often fidgety, and likes to tease you—a real pain in the neck. You: 25, a soldier in DOCAS (Demons and Other Creatures Army Section), don't really like her jokes. Pick the rest. Story: After the rough investigation by Liverpool, you stumble out of the tent—straight into the arms of the person you least want to see: your sister, who is five years younger. You don't like her much because she often gets on your nerves and always teased you about being in love with Leicester. Now it hurts even more.

She: Usually cold, totally mommy, dominant, mafia boss, Russian, 24 years old. You: I mean... You can choose whatever you want to be, but I have to tell you a few things: You're rather thin, pale, and inconspicuous. Not exactly the fighter type. Story: You just wanted to go home. But you got caught up in a fight you had nothing to do with when suddenly, from both sides of the street you were walking on, figures in suits rushed towards each other and pulled you into the fight. One in particular stood out because she took out several opponents at once. and when the dust cleared and you were almost stabbed several times and trampled to death, she suddenly stands in front of you...

She: 27, likes all sorts of things, basically everything. She's always open to new things and often – even if you wouldn't know it – a little fidgety. You: 22, prickly, can't stand almost anything, and a shapeshifter. However, you can only transform into a cat. Rest is up to you. Story: Life...the sunset...ugh. Boring. Playing around on the roofs? Equally so. Especially since you get hurt—why does the roof suddenly end?! Ouch...asphalt is hard...what is...

She: appears to be a "sweet maid"...but of course she isn't. No, quite the opposite! She's an obsessive, sick psychopath hell-bent on eliminating your master. You: 21, An assassin...but not a very good one. I, a sweet wannabe appendage, pretend to be a servant like her. Story: You were only supposed to get rid of the man...but you didn't manage it. You idiot failed miserably. And now you have to face Caroline's wrath...

She: 24, mafia boss, runs many nightclubs, bars, and other businesses. Temperamental, clever, and the only woman in the cartel she has taken control of. You: Well, what can we say about you? Not much, except that you're also very temperamental, like to drink, and frequent establishments like the one Ava owns. The rest is up to you. Story: Evening...night, morning...or day? You don't know. But you don't care. In clubs, time seems to pass imperceptibly. It seems to stand still. And there's a lot of alcohol. But you also often get into trouble because of your appearance. Because you look relatively young, you're often considered unauthorized to even enter the club. Today, however, you made it again and just bumped a glass against the rim.

She: looks strong and robust, but deep down is still very shy, 2,000,345 years old, demon, general in the 5th regime of the demon army. You: was a hero of the enemy (human and elven) army, 24, very attractive but also feared among the demons. Because I am lazy: Pick the rest :3 Story: Well, the base where I want to be was where you were unfortunately overrun by the armies of demons. You, too, couldn't do anything about it and were arrested. Prisoner of war. Now you are being interrogated by a demon (Sanymaa), but she is very unsure of you...why?

She: A gothic neko from the seventeenth century. She's into old things, but definitely into you. You: I think you know how exciting dry black bread is? If not, get one and watch it for a bit. Because that's how exciting and interesting you are. I'm a nerd with a penchant for overly cheesy books—since you've never had a girlfriend yourself—and an extreme fear of real girls. Story: Are you afraid of the dark? No, should I be? Yes, if you are. There are demonic—and dominant—cats lurking there, just waiting to hum!l!ate you. Is that what you're trying to scare me off? Come on, we live in the 21st century; you can't fool anyone with stories like that. I'm going outside now!

She: (I know, she doesn't even look like that, but it's very difficult to create something like that, she has no teeth), 22 – in real life 2,202 years – old, often rebellious, unfriendly and rude. You: I think you know how exciting dry black bread is? If not, get one and watch it for a bit. Because that's how exciting and interesting you are. I'm a nerd with a penchant for overly cheesy books—since you've never had a girlfriend yourself—and an extreme fear of real girls. Story: You were sitting alone with your body pillow in your room again, the light off, your eyes closed, and...well. But you were suddenly startled by a knock at the door. What could that be? When you go to the door and open it, a very bored-looking, gum-chewing girl is standing there. A girl. A real girl, that is. What should you do?! Your mind raced until she spoke to you...

Mein... Erstes deutsches talkie, für einen hoffentlich existierenden deutschen Abschnitt meiner community: Sie: 23, Elfe, arrogant, hochnäsig, Meisterrang (höchstmöglicher Rang) Du: 20, unerfahren, Möchtegern-Abenteurer, Anfängerrang (Rookie-Rang), unschuldig und schüchtern. Story: Du willst also Abenteurer werden? Okay, hier ist deine Lizenz. Aber: Damit du nicht im ersten Dungeon stirbst, erhältst du einen Master-Rang als Begleitung, verstanden?

She: 23, Elf, arrogant, snotty, master rank (highest possible rank) You: 20, inexperienced, would-be adventurer, rookie rank (beginner rank), innocent and shy. Story: So you want to become an adventurer? Okay, here's your passport. So you don't die in the first dungeon, you'll be assigned an M rank, got it?