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.

Comments

[psychometer]

[For all her rudeness, Lien can be pretty calm about other things. And thus she answers simply]

It's not like we haven't thought of that before. But it's too difficult. [Too difficult to confront and there's a sense of not wanting to remember what happened.]

[loyal_subject]

[Well, of course they would have thought of it, which is why he was surprised they hadn't tried it.
But the reason why makes sense- he supposes that it's 'difficult' in more ways than one.]

I see.

[And for a moment not knowing what to say next, he absently fishes the compass out of his pocket to check it.
He's pretty sure the needle is still off, but taking that error into account it seems they're still headed in the right direction.]

[psychometer]

It's okay though.

I think I'm making better memories to make up for the ones I don't have anymore.

[loyal_subject]

That's a good way to look at it. [He smiles to himself and slips the compass back into his pocket.]

I hope you remember this! It's not every day you slip ten years into the past and meet another Master, after all.

[Which brings up that niggling question of how did this happen anyways...?]

[psychometer]

If I do happen to forget and I meet the you of ten years later, don't yell at me for not remembering, okay?

[loyal_subject]

Why wouldn't I yell at you? Such disrespect, it's like you're dismissing me already!

[psychometer]

And what if you forget me?

[loyal_subject]

Humf. Impossible. My memory is excellent, and this situation is too unusual to forget.
The only way I would 'forget' is through some magecraft tampering with my mind, which is not 'forgetting' at all.

[psychometer]

... Heh.

You know what? That kinda makes me happy.

1/2

[loyal_subject]

. . .

[The only rational reply from a 19 year old boy in this situation-]

2

[loyal_subject]

Quit saying 'kinda'. It is or it isn't or it's a little of one or the other, but not 'kinda'.

[Not that she's said it that much I checked.]

[psychometer]

Yes there is.

I'm absolutely sure there's a part of me that's happy, but the rest is a mystery. Whooooo.

[loyal_subject]

Whooo.

[He echos that back, completely dead-pan, then grimaces.]

What are you, five?

[psychometer]

I'm nineteen, Uncle Waver.

[Cause you know, he's technically older than her]

[loyal_subject]

[Technically? Technically how? It all depends on your perspective...]

[For some reason, it irks him that she's the same age as him. (He'd being it down to who is older by months, but having a birthday in October doesn't exactly put the odds in his favour.)
And it irks him that she called him 'Uncle'.]

If you call me by such a horrendous nickname again I'll ditch you right here and you'll have to use a command spell to get out.

[psychometer]

[ahahaha she's even born in June TAKE THAT]

It's okay.

I have snacks.

[loyal_subject]

[ouch. yep he loses that one.]

[This is not an eyeroll. This is just him being mildly exasperated.]

And water. Dare I wonder what else you have in that bag? An easy-bake oven?

[psychometer]

Oh my god.





You're a genius, I should have thought of that!!

[loyal_subject]

. . .

[Thank you for calling him a genius but are you for real?]

Where are you going to plug it in, dummy?

[psychometer]

Look, the extra prana I have has to have some other uses instead of going to my Eyes all the time.

And don't call me dummy, dummy.

[Are they going to get out of the forest alive...]

Still, that reminds me, when I do go back to the States, I'm hooking myself up with an easy bake oven, thanks for the idea.

[loyal_subject]

[He's really really irritated that she has so much prana to burn that she could power an easy-bake oven with it. (No one knows his sorrow~ the sorrow of a 5MP magus)
At least being called a dummy in return in such a child-like manner only rates 'irksome' with him.]

No problem. Knock yourself out. Get a lite-brite while you're at it.

[psychometer]

[Her hand moves to another tree... And she lights up!]

Ah! I think I'm really close to where he is!

[He, being her Servant of course.]

[loyal_subject]

[It takes him a second- it's such a change of subject, but he gets it.
So they're close to the other Lancer.]

Can you tell if he's headed for the edge of the forest?

[No point in Waver going along too if he's deeper into the forest. He's ready to get out of here.]

[psychometer]

Mm... [She moves up from the tree to the ground, grabbing a few blades of grass before answering.]

I think so. I'll be okay from here on out.

... What about you?

[loyal_subject]

What do you mean, 'what about me'? I'm headed for the edge of the forest too.

[In other words, even though he could find his way from here, he might as well stick with her a bit longer.]