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formidable) wrote in sweethymns2016-06-17 07:16 pmOPEN RP POST QUATRE
 ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2 |
formidable) wrote in sweethymns2016-06-17 07:16 pm
➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2 |
yo dawg, i herd u liek dogs so i gotchu dogs in your post so you can doge while you dog, dawg
And given that he was summoned to the modern era and all, it didn't take much for him to actually learn about the city he was in after communicating with some of the animals; both domesticated and stray.
And upon his adventure? He is promptly splayed around in front of Mayu's yard without a care that a potential older brother is disturbed by this scene. And why SHOULD he care? He found a literal basket full of puppies that was abandoned with only an 'ADOPT ME' cardboard sign taped to the front.
... so naturally, he took them all. And is playing with each one of them as they climb all over the Lancer and letting out little yaps. Forget the Holy Grail, man. THIS IS TRUE HAPPINESS. And clearly he is intending to share it with his Master-- who may or may not even be home.
At least it's in the middle of the day, so there's that! ]
doge
[His Master is indeed, at home. She just came home, dressed in her school uniform and school bag held in front of her as if she had great poise and composure even in the face of the doggy apocalypse.
Mayu Tsukamoto takes a deep breath. And then she asks her Servant calmly:]
Did... Did you just pick those up or did they follow you home?
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Well, that is until the little yappers happens to yap at Mayu for him to actually give her his full attention. ]
A little bit of both, actually! These poor children were just tossed along side of the road, so I just naturally took them with me so that they would be taken care of! And aren't they just the greatest? They all say that people just ignored them for a good while until I came, so I'm going to give them all of the play time they need!
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APPEARS
who knew that Shibuya and Misaki Town were just a stone's throw away from each other?
wanting to withdraw from the hustle and bustle of city life—even if he's grown out of his old antisocial habits, he feels he needs a break every now and then—Neku finds himself catching a train to the town where an old friend of his lives... though he would say he uses the term "friend" loosely should anyone ask him, he can't deny that she is indeed someone he considers to be close to him. he vividly remembers their time together on the island, but every now and then, he gets these flashes of a space station, too... he's been wanting to ask her if she felt the same.
as his train pulls into the station, he takes out his phone (still a flip phone, not having had the time to upgrade since his return) and types the following,]
hey, just got off the train. i'm still at the station. where did you want to meet?
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The vampire liked Neku Sakuraba; always had ever since they first met. She muses over the initial possibility of the not being compatible as friends at first, but somehow they ended up getting used to each others company. Life was funny like that.
Arcueid is still lazing around in her apartment on her large bed when her device alerts her to a new message. She beams at the sender and types in her response.]
the park with the fountain!!
i like waiting there the best
especially at night
but i guess we'll play in afternoon instead right?
[Of course she's more attuned to nighttime, but she's considerate of humans, especially the ones who spend time with her.]
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[typical Neku, always ready with the snark. after that message goes through, though, another one follows it immediately.]
but yeah, i'll be there
[it takes him about fifteen minutes to get from the station to the park. he's not necessarily an athlete, but his experience in the Reaper's Game definitely helped keep him in shape. he'll be waiting next to the fountain, idly checking his phone as he tries to look around for the vampire.]
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GIMME THE REDHEAD
Outer space is just so vast and so glorious that he can’t possibly conquer it all! But damn if he won’t try to, anyway—what has he got left to fill up his time otherwise, other than playing the occasional boisterous Santa Claus at Christmas parties?
Thus, his loyal reined—er, bulls—are currently drawing his overlarge chariot across the uppermost portions of the ship until he catches sight of a certain stranger out among the crowds of people, and immediately divebombs into Amelia’s vicinity— ]
You there! Hold it!!! [ —whereupon he’ll gracefully park his chariot right beside her, amid an empty circle from which passerby have quickly vacated at the sight of gigantic, steaming, snorting, vicious-looking bulls careening their way. ]
HERE WE GO OH BOY
... What.
[... Are those giant bulls??? What did she do? Why is this giant burly man singling her out? WHAT IS HAPPENING??]
I. Um. Sir?? Pardon? What?!
[Her face is a mixture of disbelief and total bewilderment as if she's lost all sense of sensation and grip to reality. And that's saying something considering the space vessel they're on.]
im rusty as hell so please forgive me if i fumble any grail war jargon...
I knew it! You’re a mage, aren’t you? [ Clapping one heavy-ass hand onto her shoulder like it’s no big deal— ]
You’re thoroughly brimming with magic, Red! Tell me: can you shoot flames from your fingertips? Or perhaps even divine the extent of the cosmos?
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missing this guy. thread with me? how bout some amelia? i miss her too!
[When you're drowning and the whole world is going black, you don't expect to wake up from it. He had gone beyond the point of panic, to something more calm, more peaceful, more accepting of his fate. The water in his lungs wasn't so much choking as it was enveloping, gently pulling the life out of him in a mockery of a baptism.
You don't expect to wake up. But Booker DeWitt does, face down on floor of a place he does not recognize.
He startles awake, pushing himself off of the ground, coughing. The sensation of calm is so quickly replaced by something anxiety ridden, fingers clenching into a rug on the floor, confusion settling in. It's so jarring that adrenaline pumps into his body, and his brain tells him that the heavy weight of water is still in his lungs, though there's nothing there. Instinctively, a hand reaches up to his hip, to feel for his sidearm -- the motion is clumsy and stifled, however, his mind still lost in a haze of confusion.
Where the hell am I?
Reality begins to sink in, sorting itself out in his brain, memories of what had just transpired spiking in his head. He lifts his gaze to look around, calling out someone's name.]
Elizabeth?!
no guns in the house please
The first thing, Booker may hear is the soft clinking of wind chimes on the ceiling of the house he just landed in. In fact, there's a lot of them, all different shapes, sizes, and styles, and they all react to him landing on the carpet with a soft sort of murmuring and tingling as if excited. Sunlight filters through the windows, making it a warm place, cozy even. This coziness, does belong to someone, however.
Amelia Steinbeck has had a good amount of experience with her her house attracting all sorts of company. The innocuous structure is magnetic for better or for worse and since it's the witches residence, Amelia's sensitive to the innate balance and the comings and goings within.
Which is why she pauses and wrinkles her nose when she hears someone colliding with the floor and someone shouting, "Elizabeth!?" She has a huge book bag slung over her shoulder with a stack of papers to grade within. Amelia feels wiped because it's the first month of the new school year and she wanted to get home to just sink into her sofa, maybe release some magic into some side projects...
Looks like that isn't gonna happen though. The redhead takes a deep breath reconsidering whether she wants to open the door or not. But it would be pretty sad, if she couldn't even take control of what's in her own house. And thus, she slowly turns the knob and cautiously pokes her head in.]
... Hello?
so you mean all the guns, right
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for monts!
This body wasn't what his body was supposed to be, anymore. Two arms, two legs, ten deft fingers to wield weapons and firearms alike. This was the body of Vincent the Hunter, before he was reborn as something... else. Something infant and small, but with a vast mind, uncaring for the struggles of man. Or, one day perhaps, to guide and influence them when his power grew.
It was like a rubber band snapping, throwing him back into a smaller mind. A former life. He shouldn't be shaped like a human again, and when he is, it confuses him. His humanity rushes back to him in a whirlwind, his memories, his time during the longest night of his mortal life known as the Night of the Hunt. He was... himself again, but he wasn't.
Strange, how panic bubbled in his chest. He felt it rise and swell, and suddenly being himself was so much more familiar again. He remembered himself. He remembered how to use that bow on his back, how to fire the weapon that hung on his hip. The city of Yharnam looked odd in the rising sun, casting long shadows along its streets and alleyways -- Vincent stops to admire the sight despite himself, taking in the city in a way he had not been able to appreciate before.
And then, he sees a door. A door that looks rather out of place; and after all that's happened, he felt almost obliged to investigate. And so he does. The door pulled open, gently, and he takes in the strange sight on the other side.
So there stands a very confused hunter, hovering in the entrance of the Midnight Grind. Another dream? he wonders, if only briefly.]
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It was a girl who mans the counter, her head with short, fluffy and wispy brunette hair, is buried in her arms and her back rises up and down steadily as she breathes softly, but audibly. The cafe itself is spic and span and faint jazzy music echoes throughout the cafe.
And it's only a split second, but there's a sharp dip in the otherwise, warm atmosphere that emanates from the young woman, as if something dangerous was alerted to Vincent's presence... But it quickly disappears when Marianna "Monts" stirs at the sound of the door opening and she sleepily looks upon the new customer.]
Ah. Welcome. Come on in.
[She rubs her eyes with one hand before gesturing for him to take a seat.]
Be right with you. We don't have a menu, but since you're new, the first drink will be free anyways.
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❖ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 -> 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴??
The question pounds through the girl's head as she finds herself in unfamiliar street running past the faces of nameless strangers. At first, she doesn't know why she's looking or who she's looking for. Where was more important. Where can she go? Where will she go next? Where is he?
Ai Thao Kha had never suffered from so much want. And the more she ran, turned corners, crossed streets, and sometimes even went in a circle, the more she remembered. The more she remembered, the more her heart hurt. And the more her heart hurt, the more it spurred her to keep running. To keep looking.
She ends up at a park, out of breath. The esper didn't use any of her cognitive abilities, but she was still physically and mentally spent. A tear falls to the ground and she wipes it away in frustration.]
I just... I just wanted to see you one more time. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I wanted to see him again!
[Her words feel like for naught. She's alone. She can't find him. What is she supposed to do now?]
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Saiduq had told him that while the possibility would be slim, but workable. And it would only be a temporary solution. If he had wanted this plan to work out, then Hiro would have to sacrifice something important. Deciding that while his memories at Cerealia were worthy enough, he had decided to become a human again... But in exchange, he'd have to seal away those memories from that world. It wasn't like Hiro wanted to seal those memories off, but... The chances of him seeing those friends he made again were slim.
And in this new world... The human boy known as Hiro Kageyama did not exist. In a sense, this would be similar to how Miyako was standing in place of Yamato in the third world.]
Huh... I remember this park. It's where I first became friends with Daichi.
[His wandering had bought him back to the place where he was picked on by bullies and saved by his best friend. There was a tight nostalgic feeling in his chest until... He noticed a girl standing there. Hiro wasn't sure why, but that feeling in his chest had only tightened. But he's never met her before...
Either way, he couldn't sit back and watch someone cry. So he decides to do an old trick that always gotten under the skin of his friends. He'll be sneaking up behind her and give a big--]
BOO!!!
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AFTER A 1000 YEARS...
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ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
They had done hunter bounties before, of course; the tasks set to them were a good source of income, to the Crown Prince who had very little left to his name, other than his birthright and his title. That, and they were playing the part of good samaritan by doing so -- the monsters they hunted and fought had been a nuisance to the local populace, some even being an outright danger. Some were even daemons.
Some were just plain gross, like this one.
The malboro was larger, fiercer, and far more stubborn than what they had fought before. Already, Noctis had come into contact with the teeth lining its maw, sharp as cut glass, dug deep into his shoulder. He had escaped a more humiliating sort of death by warping out of the way just in time, but he feels a steady trickle of blood running from his shoulder down his right arm. Ignis yells at him from a distance to be more careful, and Prompto is not-so-subtly hinting that maybe retreat would be in order for now. Gladio is giving a war cry, swinging his greatsword at the creature, providing distraction. Noctis grimaces, fighting back the pain -- and any of the toxins that might be coursing through his body thanks to the bite, slowly weakening him. He tells them that it's too early to give up just yet, that he's fine for now, that maybe one more successful strike is all that they'll really need to turn the tide. The moon hangs above them, the only light besides the tiny ones clasped to their front pockets, to illuminate the dark of the forest surrounding them.
Noctis throws his sword (his Engine Blade, the one his father gave him) up in the air, above the monster's head. And with a flash of blue, like glass shattering all around him, he disappears, then reappears where his sword arcs in the air, grabbing ahold of its hilt and slicing downwards with a massive force.
Things have changed, though.
When he reappears, his surroundings are different. No longer is he in a darkened forest, and no longer are his three companions at his side. The moon still hangs above and the night is still dark, but this is definitely not where he was before. Was it... an alleyway? He couldn't tell. He didn't have time to tell, gravity was already bringing him down on the creature, but his focus is wrecked.
The malboro merely has to careen forward to knock him out of the air, hand still gripped around his sword hilt and sending Noctis flying. He crashes against brick wall with a noise that would make anyone cringe, then clatters to the ground, sword and all. He slowly pulls himself up, but blood leaks down his arm, pain shoots through every limb, and his mind is beginning to feel fuzzy. The monster moves towards him down the alley, barely fitting, writhing disgustingly. A green haze ekes through its mouth, a toxin most foul.]
Just... great. [-he manages through clenched teeth. What an embarrassing way to die this is going to be, he thinks to himself, too disoriented to feel any real panic just yet.]
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There's no time to ponder and stand around staring with a mouth agape. The time to act is now.
In front of Noctis, there's a flash of white and the billowing of a long skirt. The malboro stops in her path at first, but then moves forward undeterred by the smaller prey.
But then it's forced back by an unexpected amount of strength. Arcueid Brunestud, lets out a huff of breath as she retracts her claws as she creates distance between them. She turns to Noctis and... Yikes, he's bleeding. Not good, but she'll be fine on his account. She approaches the young man, eyeing his weapon.]
Ah... I think you're going to need more than a sword for this kind of job young man!
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riding along in my automobile.
It would be a relatively peaceful drive, for an individual with something of a busy schedule. And yet, as it goes, fate is quick to throw a wrench in the proverbial machine — disrupting the plans on mortals and immortals alike.
In the middle of the road, there stands… a girl, was it? Quite decidedly in the way; Ardyn considers driving around her, leaving her problems to herself. But curiosity sparks in him, troublesome thing that it is, and his impulsive nature (driven by a flippant disregard to return to his “duties”, as it were) compels him to pull over. One arm rests on the door as he leans out of the convertible, calling out.]
Not good to stand in the middle of the road, you know. Unless you intend to become little more than a bloodied smear when a reckless driver comes this way.
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She had been staring up at the sky, hands behind her back, before hearing the automobile stop and pull over. A pair of scarlet eyes blink at the man with messy long hair.
The young woman dressed in white and a long dark skirt regards Ardyn with more curiosity than anything, stepping around to examine his car first and then him. It's hard to parse her thoughts from her face alone, but when she speaks, there's nothing ill or malicious in tone, nor is there much concern for her current status. ]
Well, it was very nice of you to stop then. Thank you for that.
[But Arcueid Brunestud only has one question.]
But as long as you're here, could you tell me where I am right now? The sky doesn't seem quite the same here.
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Of course, the implications of all that remain to be explored. Right now, she's just settled down in her room, trying to think of what to do next. She was on her phone texting back and forth with a certain sibling when she hears a knock at the door.]
Oh! C'mon in!
[Besides, she only has one visitor who knew she was staying here.]
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Despite the fact that he didn't need sweets in his systems due to his alien biology, Hiro still desires such things. A flaw in his Administrative biodata that may or may not correct itself overtime. But this would be a nice vacation from his duties as the Administrator. Promising to visit Ai, he had came to her hotel room and let himself in whenever she opened the door.]
Buena Noches! Looks like you've managed to find yourself a nice place!
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ISLANDQUEST
[Sabrina Spellman needs to stop being so on the nose.
Seeing as how she is not at college dealing with her roommates and 6 page paper that she was assigned from her journalism class, there's usually only two reasons the young witch can fall back on: magic and the Island. THE one and only sentient piece of tropical landmass that would use its innate power to whisk away inhabitants, cause them various amounts of pain and irritation, change its own landscape at will...
Kind of like right now. Sabrina is dressed in a rather stereotypical witch outfit and glancing at the surroundings. In the distance, in complete contrast with the mishmash of tropical and forested areas of the island, is is a foreboding castle surrounded by snowy mountains.
The witch wrinkles her nose.]
Well, I certainly hope that hasn't replaced the inn. I liked that place.
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He gives a "hmph". This entire place was entrenched in ridiculousness, and it seemed to be keeping up the trend. Vergil even gives a sideways glance at Sabrina.]
You look ridiculous.
[Hi, remember Vergil? The guy with No Manners.]
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contents subject to testing
There's a particularly interesting stall in a quiet corner of the park where a girl with bright blue eyes and equally bright blue rimmed glasses is squatting down peering critically at a series of paintings that's presented by a gruff looking old man. He takes a long smoke from his cigarette as he looks down dubiously at the girl.]
"So? How many we talking here?"
[Lien Kha, taps against the surface of a delicate ink painting, a classic Japanese piece and twitches her nose much like a rabbit.]
I'd say you're lucky this week! [Her Japanese is better than expected, but there's a slight accent to it. Can't get rid of the Vietnamese that easily although it seems to be unnoticeable upon first hearing her.
Lien takes the ink painting and lets it stand against a pile that's separated from another pile of paintings.]
You've got a good eye old man. You're getting better at finding the real deal. Soon, you won't even need my help!
"Heh. I'd say you're still worth the help. I feel better about making sure my products are the real thing so I won't feel bad when customers buy 'em."
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I could not help but overhear your conversation. [Yusuke visits the flea market on occasion, often trying to garner inspiration for his next painting or drawing — not just from what the merchants were selling, but from people watching, as well.]
That painting there— [He gestures towards the one Lien had been talking about.] You don’t mean to tell this man that it’s a legitimate work?
[He’s polite, but sounds rather… skeptical.]
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