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]

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?

[lansaigh]

Ha! It's not bad, having a Master who wants to get chummy.

[ The disembodied voice is coming from just a little to Lien's left, behind her; this might take some getting used to. ]

Remember that this isn't just a damn picnic, though. Not that I mind going out.

[psychometer]

Are there any other Servants you've encountered yet? That might help keep me on my toes.

[She grabs a jacket from a nearby coat rack to zip up before heading out.]

[lansaigh]

Not yet.

[ The voice follows her out, echoing in her head instead of through the air. Anyone around her might think it a little odd, a girl seemingly talking to herself. ]

Hey. You know about the other Servant classes, right?

[psychometer]

Um. It's been a while, but...

[Since this is Shinto, a particularly busy district because of the business people who are about, Lien takes out a book of Japanese phrases from her purse, pretending to read from it after they're out of the apartment and into the streets.]

... Archer, Caster, Rider, Berserker, Assassin, you, and... Saber. That should be all of them right?

[lansaigh]

Got it in one. Color me surprised.

[ Is that mildly patronizing? It is, but it's said with that easygoing humor that suggests that he's just poking fun. If she could see him, she'd see a little smirk on those chiseled features. ]

So we've got 6 Servants to beat.

[psychometer]

Well, I am technically cursed with a good memory because of my Eyes.

[She lets out a short sigh as she turns a page of her book.]

So 6 assholes that would be happy to gut me and you. Got it.

[lansaigh]

That goes for everyone. Same odds.

[ he could stand to sound a little less "ho-hum" about this, but let's be real: lien's been saddled with the chillest Servant this turn around. ]

Can you imagine me losing?

[psychometer]

Yes.

[lansaigh]

Bullshit. Save that for after you've seen me fight, Master.

[psychometer]

I was told by a wise woman not to stroke a man's ego. They die younger that way.

[Lancer may have the more devilish looks, but this Master here is shaping up to be unforgivably mischievous as shown by the way she grins accentuated by her cat eye glasses.]

[lansaigh]

[ a beat, and the answer is a slightly-bored, dryly amused: ]

You know, you're talking to someone who's already dead.

[psychometer]

There's a difference between mostly dead and all dead y'know.

[lansaigh]

Ghosts, spirits, there's no difference. What's dead is dead. [ that "shrug" is almost palpable in his voice. ] So go ahead and stoke my ego, I won't complain.