OPEN RP POST DEUX

[formidable]

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]

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.

[psychometer]

You're an existence that's interfering with the world. That's a living thing in my opinion.

[They're heading towards the shopping district, Mount Miyama. It's still early in the morning so there's less people around to here Lien murmur to herself, still keeping her eyes on the book. She's already good at this!]

And if it's ego stroking you want... I think it's cool. You being a hero and everything. It means you're alive in someone's memory.

[There's a bittersweet and longing quality in her voice as she says that.]

[lansaigh]

[ He's getting a good look at everything around him, on his end, though he's been summoned with full knowledge already ingrained as to what this time period entails. They pass by coffeeshops, vending machines full of colorful drinks, tall buildings with hundreds of windows— it's a lot, but he doesn't feel overwhelmed. ]

What, are you jealous? Remember, though— not all Heroes are remembered fondly, and not all Heroes cling to their old glory.

[ Says Cu, who has more pride than his appearances suggest. After that comment, though, his gaze wanders over to a flea market, where he spots... ]

...Hey, Lien. That shirt. [ it is literally the most hideous hawaiian shirt this market has to offer ]

[psychometer]

Hm?

[Her contemplation over his words about Heroes are cut short when he points out the shirt in the flea market. Well...]

... Yeah, what about it?

[lansaigh]

[ He's sending his vibes towards it so Lien knows that it's not the sensible collared shirt next to it or the ugly but passable T-shirt behind it that he's referring to: no, it's the disgusting neon-green hawaiian shirt with a flamingo embroidered onto it, flanked by a gross print of a palm tree.

that's the one for him ]

How much is it. In case I need modern clothes for walking around when I'm materialized.

[psychometer]

Good, GOD man, no! Not THAT.

[lansaigh]

[ ??? ]

What. What's wrong with it.

[psychometer]

I'm staring into an abyss of neon hell, Lancer. It's literally burning through the lens of my glasses.

[lansaigh]

Hey, they say that it's the person wearing the clothes that counts, not the clothes themselves.

[psychometer]

Say, it's not a grievous misuse of a Spell if the purpose is to keep you away from tacky shirts right?

[lansaigh]

"Tacky" is awfully subjective, little lady. You wanna waste a Command Spell over that?

[psychometer]

I'd be doing you and the world a favor. Honestly, you'd stand out more wearing this, Lancer.

[lansaigh]

More than me being a tall foreigner and calling you "Master". [ let's bring that up just to be a jerk. ] Ah, fine, you win this round.

[psychometer]

Well, when you put it that way...

[She's not sure why since she honestly think it's truly a neon hell of a shirt, but... Lien figures if she gets it for him later on, she'll at least have the excuse saying he's a tourist. Yeah.

He's still gonna get better clothes than this though.]

Anyways, let's head to the park. There's something I would like to check that might be relevant to us.

[lansaigh]

[ One can only call his fashion choices self-sabotage... why would he do this to himself.

An attentive half-noise at that suggestion, though, and he drifts behind Lien as she heads for the park, committing the layout of the city to memory. ]

What is it? Something you saw with your hands? [ that sounds so weird ]

[psychometer]

[Rank E Fashion Sense.]

Well, I think you'll understand why when we get there. I heard there was a big disaster years ago that destroyed the area the park was in. I didn't think much of it at first, but since Fuyuki is where the War takes place...

[lansaigh]

...Then there might be some clue there about what our war is going to be like. Makes sense.

[ quick on the uptake, thank god. ]

I hope you considered that other Masters could think the same thing. Running headfirst into a fight, are we?

[psychometer]

It wasn't just the park though. The area we live in, Shinto was also affected, but it was built over pretty quickly, all things considered.

... You know, even though I don't have a wish... I think what I do want is to make sure anyone who isn't involved in this War gets dragged in. That, I can be certain of.