OPEN RP POST DEUX

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This a post where I'll RP anything with you and that means ANYTHING. Except smut because I suck at that Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. Here's some prompts below to help get things moving along if you don't have an idea to play out. The prompts are just prompts, if you have something specific, just let me know either at sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). Have at it! ➢ 01. AMUSEMENT PARK: Disneyland? Knotts Berry Farm? Six Flags? A made up amusement park with knockoff characters? Who cares, let's just ride that roller coaster or that giant swing ride! ➤ 02. PARK: Benches, trees, grass, maybe a lake and a basketball or volleyball court. ➢ 03. SNOWY DAY: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... or the level of snowfall can be any you wish! Light or heavy, there's going to be some winter related activities somewhere. ➤ 04. DINER: I love food, I really, really, really love food. And so do muses if they like to eat too! This diner seems to have a very HUGE menu with a large variety of dishes! Let's bond over food stuffs! ➢ 05. SICK DAY: Either your muse or my muse is sick. Who's taking care of who? ➤ 06. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: Our characters are stuck in a closet and can't get out until there is some kissing, so they better make good use of those seven minutes... DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME. ➢ 07. SCHOOL: High school never ends! Or any type of schooling really. So whether it's in class or in the gym, let's try to endure mandatory education! ➤ 08. SURVIVAL HORROR: That old mansion/creepy town/underground science lab/zombie infested city ain't going to be survived by itself. Grab your medicinal herbs and shotguns, let's survive the horror. ➢ 09. WILDCARD: Let's make up shit.

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[psychometer]

Yakiniku then! Meat, meat, meat!!

[Eyes are shining with anticipation!! When she isn't dragged down by her unknown troubles, this person was rather excitable.]

I think you'll enjoy it Lancer!

[lansaigh]

[ And, well. He considers his next words for a few seconds, before he decides that it's high time. ]

"Cu Chulainn."

[ A light grin, followed by a tilt of the head. ]

If you're treating me to food, I might as well tell you my name.

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[psychometer]

[psychometer]

Oh... oh!

Um. [She bows her head to him politely. It's a reintroduction of sorts because she's happy that he's given her his name.]

Then it's nice to know your name, Cu.

[lansaigh]

That's it? Man, in Ireland, some people'd pitch a damn fit.

[ But he doesn't sound disappointed at all, and instead, starts maing his way towards the front door. ]

Lead the way, little Master. Tonight, we're carnivores.

[psychometer]

Unfortunately for you, I'm Vietnamese. Specifically, a Vietnamese person living in Japan and now I'm contracted with an Irish Heroic Spirit.

[A beat.]

Well, yeah, now it sounds weird when I say that aloud.

[Anyways, out she goes!]

[lansaigh]

I figured. I'm not getting any fame bonuses here, after all.

[ Again, no real complaints, and he sets off in pursuit of his Master.


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When the two of them reach the yakiniku establishment, it's mildly crowded— a few dubious looks are cast at the strange party of two, especially towards the very tall foreigner with the bright hair, but they're ushered towards a seat next to the ceiling television without much fuss otherwise.

Lancer has a ball breaking his chopsticks in two, and the table next to them stares as he picks up the container of yakiniku sauce and sniffs at it. ]

So, what, we grill our own meat and put this stuff on it? Sounds like my kind of meal.

[psychometer]

Mm hm! That way, it's nice and hot and cooked to our preference!

[Lien's ordered a special set for the both of them already and she hums, brimming with anticipation for the meal.]

I'm a fairly solitary person, so I don't go out much to eat. Man, if I don't crave grilled meat at times though!

[It's just no fun alone though.]

[lansaigh]

For a "solitary" person, you're pretty chatty.

[ Their meat comes, and Lancer sets to work on eating, using his chopsticks with alarming dexterity. Predictably, he keeps all his portions pretty rare. ]

[psychometer]

[Lien's between a medium rare to almost well done. She has to admit, she's amazed with how well Servants are able to take in knowledge about the current world around them. It almost puts her Eyes to shame. And in response to his remark:]

I'm selectively chatty.

[Om nom, meat.]

[lansaigh]

Guess I should be flattered that I made the cut.

[ His plate is being cleared with alarming rapidity, not that he really needs to eat. It's his policy to enjoy what's been given to him, though, so the technicalities are mostly ignored.

The ceiling television switches from baseball broadcasts to breaking news, but Lancer largely ignores it. ]

[psychometer]

[Lien doesn't pay attention at first either (gonna get the last piece of meat, FIGHT ME), but then, there's something specific that catches her attention]

"... Several children, between the ages of 5 and 13 have gone missing in the past three days. Police have been looking into each case, trying to see if there is one, or more kidnappers that have collaborated during this time. Witnesses and parents have said before the children disappeared, they all experienced some fatigue. So far, this is the only clue linking all of the disappearances aside from the children originating from the same area of the city where new building development is currently taking place. This case may halt progress for sometime until..."

[The positivity has dulled down in the young Master and she looks back at the grill, thinking. Then she begins to give herself a bigger helping, placing several slices of meat on the grill.]

Eat up, okay? I think we're going to have a long night.

[lansaigh]

[ It would be easy to say that he doesn't note the change, but he does; a distinct dulling that prompts him to stop eating and relinquish most of the rest of the meat to his Master. Again, she probably needs it more than him. ]

Gonna investigate what they just said in the news? What does that have to do with the War?

[psychometer]

Children don't just disappear after falling faint.

[She takes another piece of meat and chews it carefully before continuing. Since the other customers are into their own conversations, there's enough noise to drown out her quiet, but still audible voice to Lancer.]

... You told me about the ways Servants gain prana aside from just their Master. Maybe, I'm just being paranoid, but... We can just check, right?

[lansaigh]

Might be a trap. I'm not here for charity work, either.

[ His response is blithe, as if he's not keen on the idea of having to do this; be that as it may, though, he has his pride as a former hero. best not to conflate his duties with his honor as a hero, but hey— if the cap fits, etc. ]

But, either way, I'll go with you. I can't not.

[psychometer]

[Her grip around her chopsticks tighten and there's a flash in her eyes at his response - anger. Silent, but it's anger nonetheless. Lien doesn't act on it though, preferring to take a drink of her ice water, to cool down whatever just simmered up inside of her.]

I'm not throwing away the possibility that someone would drain extra "resources" just so they can get an edge.

... I know that kind of person all too well.

[psychometer]

[ OOC: Part 2 ]