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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[infusion]

[Iona waves dismissively with one hand.]

Don't sweat the small stuff, kid. My co-worker and I will find a use for the rest after you get your cup. [SHE'LL DRINK IT]

Anyways, take a seat! It'll be ready in a jiffy.

[And before he can reply, she bounces back behind the counter and items to make coffee are shuffled around and she continues the conversation from there.]

Where'd you come in from by the way? I mean, not everyone finds the door and it shows up in strange place sometimes.

[loyal_subject]

[Well, if she says so...]

Thanks.

[And seeing as she seems so insistent in continuing the conversation (sigh), he goes to look at the books on the bookshelf by the counter instead of taking a seat. For now.

He doesn't even get to start reading titles before his head whips around at that casual statement.]

Excuse me?

[He tries to keep his expression bland but- that sounds very much like magecraft.]

[infusion]

[A lot of the books are novels, but there's a few academic texts thrown into the mix. His reply of disbelief is met with a pair of brown eyes peeking over the counter with a raised brow.]

You found this door, soooooooo, magic right?

[Her arm felt... Itchy? This was the lowest radar she's felt so far. It's there though, faint as it is. lol 5 MP]

[loyal_subject]

I wasn't aware of using any magic to find it. But yes, I am a magus. [(Barely.)

He might as well answer the rest-]

Your door was stuck in a blank alley. [A beat of looking at her consideringly] In Fuyuki city, Japan. ...Where does the door open to when you go out?

[infusion]

You don't have to use magic. Sometimes you just gotta have a sixth sense and a keen eye.

[Iona continues the coffee making, pouring some beans into a grinder and turning the handle before continuing on.]

Japan, huh? We get a few visitors from there sometimes.

Oh, and me? It leads me to the back of the apartment I live in in America.

[loyal_subject]

[Was that a subtle jab at his low magic ability? Was it? ... Probably not...?]

That makes for a nice commute for you. [But all the way in America? This is some portal she's got going here.]

Why use it like this though? [Because, such high-level magecraft, and it's a cafe? (He weeps...)]

[infusion]

[She appears confused by his question.]

Why not??

[Still it isn't a bad question and it does make her think a little.]

It's hard for most people who aren't normal to meet together in public. Sure, there's homes and other spots, but I wanted to make a place those people can feel relaxed in.

[loyal_subject]

[He very nearly face vaults at that- why not? Because some people would give a lot to be able to use magecraft like this so easily!

Her more thoughtful answer is interesting, and he feels like he could even understand it, a little.]

The Clock Tower is full of magus, but it's sure not a place to be relaxed in.

[He unnecessarily glances around the empty room.]

But does more than one person often come at a time?

[infusion]

[Iona's reaction is probably not expected for Waver. Her brows wrinkle together and she has to ask...]

The Clock Tower?? Never heard of it.

[loyal_subject]

Immediately he looks at her incredulously.

"Wha- Yes, you have. You know, Big Ben? The British Museum?" Even if she's aligned with another organization, she should know it's the main branch of the Mage’s Association.

[infusion]

Well, I heard of those two, but you're saying THE Clock Tower as if I'm supposed to know what that implies.

[Iona wiggles her fingers around as if trying to recall certain things before calling out to the back.]

OREN!! Is the door broken?

[There's a, "No," from the back; a man's voice and Iona shrugs as she turns her attention back to the coffeepot]

This is beginning to sound complicated.

what format was I using again? >.>

[loyal_subject]

[Damn, he just wanted a place to wait out the rain in peace and now it's getting 'complicated'?

... Despite himself, his curiosity has the better of him. What's 'complicated'?]

If you don't know... are you not aligned with any Mage's organization? [He supposes it could happen, unlikely as it was that the Mages would let someone wander free.]

shhhhhh /headpats

[infusion]

Alright, I'll cut to the chase. I think we're both from completely different dimensions.

[A beat. And she kind of lets out a snort.]

Wow, that sounded sillier than it did in my head.

[loyal_subject]

[Waver blinks at her, then sighs and slumps.]

Great. [And it's all her fault- he can't make dimensional doors. His head then snaps up. She'd asked if the door was broken-]

Wait- your door isn't supposed to do this? What will you do if I don't get back properly?!

[infusion]

[She's unperturbed by his panicking and holds up one finger to silence him. And then she points at his coffee.]

It's gonna get cold. Drink. Calm down. I'll explain it as best as I can.

[There's some authority in her voice and it's not backing down.]

[loyal_subject]

[Calm down? He's totally calm for someone in the wrong dimension!

[With a frown he looks at the coffee. ... It'll be faster to just go along with it. So he takes the cup and sits at the table closest to the counter.]

Fine. Go for it.

[infusion]

[SIGH. She rubs the back of her head before she continues.]

Good news is, is that you'll be able to go back where you came from. That's just how the door works.

"Everywhere, but nowhere, at once." It's vague, but you gotta go with the flow. Although "everywhere" usually just applies to what I'm familiar with.

[ANOTHER SHRUG. She's fairly casual about this.]

[loyal_subject]

[That explanation is 'the best she can'?]

Well, that is good news, then.

[He tests the temperature of his coffee, pressing his hands carefully to the cup.
'Gotta go with the flow', though?]

It sounds suspiciously like you were not the one to design the door's rules, though.

[infusion]

Well, that door's probably older than the both of us combined!

[She laughs as if it's a funny thing.]

Anyways, relax. Don't think too hard about how we're from different worlds or whatever. Though, the Clock Tower does sound interesting. Maybe my grandmother would know something about it...??

[loyal_subject]

[Of course Waver isn't going to relax. That this would happen to him so easily... (sigh). At least it doesn't seem to be dangerous.

His lips twist into a sardonic smile.]

'Interesting'? The Clock Tower is full of self-involved, arrogant pricks who can't see past their noses.

[As he speaks he pours some milk into his coffee. He then takes a sip. And then takes a drink.]

Wow, that's good.

[Just like he asked for, it tastes like coffee without being so bitter. He doesn't even feel the urge to add heaps of sugar.]

[infusion]

[Iona grins at his reaction to the coffee, leaning on the counter with her elbows.]

Isn't it though? I'm so glad you like it!

[loyal_subject]

It's exactly what I asked for, which pretty much never happens. [In coffee or in life.]

Thanks.

[He wouldn't mind paying for another cup, even.]</small.

[infusion]

Bad luck strikes often, huh? Don't worry about getting a bad cup here though.

[loyal_subject]

You have no idea.

In that case, I wish I could find your door any time. You'd probably make way too much money off me.

[infusion]

You never know! Maybe this door will be the one spot of good luck.

Anyways, what's your name? Call me Iona.