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]

It's... Mystic Eyes of Reflection. It's the best way to describe them since my sight was artificially adjusted years ago.

[There's a reluctance in her voice, but it's not like she's talking to a normal person. She takes the cup of juice staring into it.]

When I physically touch someone or something, the prana flows out and what I see are reflections of the past. Memories. Instantaneous knowledge of structure, of sight, sound, smells, and touch.

[lansaigh]

Not very combat-oriented, then.

[ It's a practical assessment, one that he states simply and without judgment: again, it is what it is, and though he detects that moment of hesitation, he doesn't press it.

And, in a way, it's never been the case that the people he's served strictly knew how to fight, so it's nothing he can't work with. As per the course for Lancer, he keeps things light. ]

But for information gathering, it's top-notch. I'll leave that to you.

[psychometer]

Well... theoretically, if I picked up an object or weapon that was used constantly, I'd at least learn the physical actions needed to wield it...

[She lets out a small cough, before taking a sip of juice.]

But, that's neither here nor there. What's important is you know what I'm able to do and I know that you're a Lancer-class hero of great skill. We'll just have to see how this works out.

[lansaigh]

[ He laughs at her latter assertion, freely and easily, as if she's just made a joke. ]

I like the way you think! Never mind the trivial— it's the "how"s that matter, in the end.

[ Straightening up, Lancer moves back to his seat and settles in it again, working on finishing his salad with a vague sense of satisfaction. ]

Looks like my Master is an easy-going one. Good.

[psychometer]

[Her face brightens up.]

Well, I'm not a hard ass at any rate! So you're fortunate in that aspect.

[Lien's food is getting cold so she focuses on eating for a few minutes before a question pops up in her mind.]

Lancer? Since the Holy Grail is supposed to fulfill the wish of the victor, is there one you have in mind? You don't have to be specific. I just wondered all of a sudden.

[lansaigh]

[ In those few minutes, he's cleared his plate of eggs and salad and is munching on his last piece of toast; a Heroic Servant, being staggeringly domestic in this setting. ]

Hm? Can't say that I do— I'm not interested in making wishes.

[ He says so without hesitation, focused on finishing his breakfast more than the question at hand. ]

Wishing is the magus's job, as far as I'm concerned.

[psychometer]

[The thought of how easygoing and casual this amazing Heroic Spirit was passes through her mind as she observes him. And yet he's calling her Master and seemingly deferring to Lien for now. It's the fact that he answered her question so easily that seems to cause her to wrinkle her brow.]

... Is that so?

[Wishes, wishes, wishes. What did she wish for? Wealth? She didn't have any use for excess money nor was there any desire. Recognition? For what? To discover an unanswered secret? Probably not, for secrets came more easily to her than she wanted. In fact she'd usually push those secrets away for it was needless occupation.

What did Lien Kha wish for? The question dies down to a small nibbling in the back of her mind as she distracts herself by taking a slice of toast and cutting it into rows, columns, and finally smaller squares.]

To me, a wish is something that I'd have to desire passionately, but have no power to achieve on my own... Would you say so too?

[lansaigh]

[ It's supposedly an honor, to be recognized even in death as a Heroic Spirit worthy enough to be given a chance to battle other Heroes, to have the opportunities to beget glories that they never attained in life, or remedy the actions of their past. Lancer supposes that the former comes close to something he's interested in, but the rest of it doesn't belong within his purview: he doesn't regret what he had, and he doesn't have any particular desire to change the course of his already-lived life.

Lien, though. His new, very young Master; her silence and her contemplation is something he's aware of. ]

It's something you'd at least be willing to kill for. [ If she had any illusions about what this is going to entail...well. He says this as simply as if he's commenting on the weather, which is comforting. ] But that sounds about right. Anything ring a bell?

[psychometer]

[She begins tossing the toast squares into her mouth as if they were bits of popcorn.

What a weirdo.]

Hm, well, I'd kill for a really good American style steak, but oddly enough, there's safer and less incriminating alternatives for that. Hm.

[lansaigh]

[ Listen, it's residual trauma from having to put up with a dead-eyed priest.

He laughs, though, because he actually thinks that that's Vaguely Funny. ]

What, no man of your dreams you'd wish for? You're around that age, aren't you?

[ bite your tongue lancer bite it ]

1/2

[psychometer]

[psychometer]

Frankly, Lancer, I'd scare a man shitless because of what I'd be able to uncover just through physical contact. Think of the constant blackmail!

[lansaigh]

Huh. Looks like you're just gonna have to find someone completely shameless, Master.

[ is this a conversation she wants to be having rn ]

[psychometer]

I think that type of person is technically a criminal that needs to be locked up.

[lansaigh]

Is that right? Times've changed— I was taking entire castles for a girl I wanted, at your age.

[ when he was literally 16 like hundreds of years ago, but shh. ]

[psychometer]

Oh?? I dunno, that actually sounds like it would win some people over today!

[lansaigh]

I'll keep that in mind as something that could win me your favor, little lady.

[ Frame of reference. ]

[psychometer]

[Give her a few seconds...

Ah.]

Oh! That really is a first.

[lansaigh]

[ please appreciate that cu isn't diarmuid and thus lien was spared from this nonsense ]

Really. Sounds like my Master should get out more, if that's the case.

[psychometer]

[her head would be so confused by that goddamn pretty face]

As much as it's tempting to argue that, I'd actually agree with you about that.

[Anyways, she's gathering the dishes and putting them in the sink.]

So why don't we go out then? It's daytime so there's no immediate danger, right?

[lansaigh]

[ A glance outside the window confirms that it's beautiful out, which means that the town, old and new, should be teeming with people: no immediate threat of danger. Technically, there might not even be seven Masters decided yet, so there's no point in becoming a recluse.

Lancer starts stacking his own plates, but he lets Lien take them because, well. Because. ]

If that's what you want to do, I'm not going to stop you. I assume you want me in spiritual form, right.

[psychometer]

Ah. You can do that??

[The cursory knowledge rears its head around. She thinks for a few seconds as she soaks the dishes and utensils.]

Yeah, that's probably more efficient. If I had a tall foreigner with piercings towering over me, and calling me, "Master..." Mm. If it's no trouble for you, then take up that form for now then!

1/2

[lansaigh]

[ There's a look here, one that says "did you seriously not know this until now". ]

[lansaigh]

[ But it eases, as Lancer gets up and waves a hand. ]

What else should I call you? Lien, was it?

[ Assuming that they introduced themselves earlier... But, he demonstrates his ability to go into spiritual form by effectively melting into thin air. Cue shojo sparkles. ]

[psychometer]

Mm!

[She's mildly surprised by the disappearance, but otherwise is pleased.]

Lien's just fine. If anything, I'd prefer it to, "Master." Sets a better mood, don'tcha think?