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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[loyal_subject]

I'm Waver Velvet.

[And he takes another sip of coffee. He doesn't particularly feel like adding anything else to his introduction. His eyes wander back over to the bookcase- if anything, he'd just like to quietly wait out the rain, now. (Before anything else weird happens.)]

[infusion]

[As if sensing his need to have some peace and silence for a few minutes, she busies herself by making herself a cup of plain black tea. And then she sits on the counter because she can, sipping it quietly.

As he glances at the bookshelf, Iona casually asks:]

Do you want to borrow one? A book?

[loyal_subject]

I don't suppose you'd have them out like this if you didn't mean for people to borrow them...

[But he nods- of course he'd like to read them. He gets up from the table, coffee in hand, and goes back over to the book case, his eyes instantly gravitating towards the academic texts. (He doesn't suppose there'd be something here about gaining stronger magic circuits or refuting the whole 'strength by pedigree' thing.)]

[infusion]

[There's books about mystical creatures, summonings, magic used in historical times, but probably nothing Waver would be familiar like the books in the Clock Tower.

Iona's sweeping the floor around the cafe now and she talks while working.]

So, Waver. You're a student at this Clock Tower, I'm assuming?

[loyal_subject]

[He lingers over the historical books, thinking of Iskandar, but ends up taking out a book about mystical creatures. Really? Does it being a different world mean that there's different creatures around?

Flipping idly through it while standing at the bookshelf, he nods absently to her question.]

Yes. But I'm taking a break from my studies there.

[infusion]

Ah, you did mention them being something along the lines with sticks up their asses. Sheesh and you'd think normal schools would be bad enough.

[loyal_subject]

[Waver snorts softly.]

'Something along those lines.'

[He continues more loudly,]

I'm going to go back and beat them all over the head with those sticks.

[With Kayneth being dead, things were bound to be changing anyways. He could see it changed better.]

[infusion]

[She leans on her broomstick looking thoughtful and totally ignoring Waver's declaration of scholarly revolution.]

So you guys are magi, while here we're witches and warlocks. Huh. That's one difference down.

[loyal_subject]

[He closed the book he'd been flipping through and waved it back and forth slowly.]

One of about twenty thousand, I'm sure.

[Putting it back, he pulled out another one at random.]

I'll admit I'm curious about the other nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, but I don't mean to make dimensional worlds my area of expertise.

[infusion]

Only nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine? I figure there'd be more.

[She's joking of course.]

[loyal_subject]

If you really want to start counting, be my guest. I just won't stick around for a decade for you to finish.

[He's kidding too. You know, kinda.]

[infusion]

Heh. Anyways, how old are you? We're both college age for sure, but you're probably younger than me.

[loyal_subject]

[... geez, she liked to jump topics, didn't she.]

What kind of question is that to ask someone as old as us, then?

[But turning back to the book he answered in an undertone,]

Nineteen. [Almost Twenty, okay?]

[infusion]

Awwwwww!! That's an adorable age!

I'm twenty-three. ♥

[loyal_subject]

[What?! He rounded on her.]

What's so adorable about it? And I'm nearly twenty, alright?

[Huffily he returned to his book, studiously ignoring her.]

[infusion]

Nearly. Not quite there, but you'll definitely get there.

[Iona gets back behind the counter, sighing all of a sudden.]

And then it'll be gone all at once.

[loyal_subject]

[Gee, thanks.

And she's only twenty-three. No reason to be sighing like an old maid about aging.

He turns a page in the book, just barely scanning the words.]

[infusion]

[She hums for a minute or two, letting Waver read his book before she brings up another question... Look, there's no one else okay, he gets to be bothered.]

Say. Do magi age normally in your world?

[loyal_subject]

[He takes the last drink of his coffee before answering that.]

More or less. Many use certain arts to extend their life, though. I take it witches and warlocks don't?

[infusion]

Mm.

My grandmother's 400.

[loyal_subject]

[Waver's eyes widen slightly in surprise.]

That'd be in the area of how old the heads of the Matou and Einzbern families are. According to the rumours, at least. [Not a lot of facts to be had about them, and a lot of secrets.]

Did she naturally age that slowly?

[infusion]

She hasn't aged a day over 30 since I've known her as a kid. It's natural for witches and warlocks.

[And then Iona rolls her eyes, but there's a fondness in her expression]

Doesn't act 30 or 400 either.

[loyal_subject]

[He shakes his head.]

Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.

If another magus comes through that door, you better not mention that or they'd take you apart trying to find out how to duplicate it.

[infusion]

[SCOFFING.]

I'd like to seem them try. But I probably shouldn't start cross-dimensional warfare, right?

[loyal_subject]

Of course not! Just how powerful do you think you are, anyway? I've seen the most powerful mages up-close-and-personal recently. It's nothing to scoff at!