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.

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[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.

[lansaigh]

[ This isn't exactly what he expected from being summoned to this Grail War (again, not that he remembers his last visit); setting aside the fact that he has to put his pride as a Hero on hold to be a familiar for a human, there'd been the general expectation that Masters cared about one and only one thing. Winning.

And here's his Master, expressing that she doesn't want casualties— innocent casualties— to hell with the Grail.

As someone who, in life, fearlessly asked his opponents for one-on-ones while his fellow men lay injured in their fort... he's not disappointed by that comment. ]

Then make sure that there're no bystanders whenever we have to do something dirty. Truth be told, I'm not too keen on killing civilians, either. Not very "heroic".

[psychometer]

[Almost half of her life had been consumed and disappeared into an oblivion that could never be recovered because of a magus. She doesn't wish a magical tragedy on anyone, not when it feels as if it's the one thing that defined her pitiful existence.

She nods in response to Lancer.]

Will do. But hey! [She smiles as they get closer to the park.] You'll get to be the cool guy and protect your wonderful Master!

[lansaigh]

[ She gets a light snort in response, a light jest of a dismissal. ]

Reach for the stars, kiddo. [ what a simple request. ] I guess I have to comply, given that you're what's keeping me here.

[psychometer]

[Lien chuckles to herself and finally pockets her phrasebook. The light banter thins down as the heavy atmosphere begins to build up. The Fuyuki Park is not a pleasant place. On the surface, the trees and grass are kept up and it isn't overgrown. It would be a nice place during the spring and summer to read a book, relax, have a picnic. But ever since the fire from ten years ago, the aura in the air is thick with sadness and pain.

It's empty of people currently. Lien double checks by looking at alternate paths.]

Not a place I ever thought I'd take a morning walk in. It's seriously depressing.

[lansaigh]

[ The air immediately feels different the closer they get to the center of the area, a thick shroud that seems to hold a heavy scent of blood and ash. Given that the park is completely empty, Lancer takes a moment to materialize, wrinkling his nose at the sky and shifting his weight on the grass— their surroundings are too abnormal to seem remotely real. ]

Tch. That, I can agree with— feels like a Reality Marble made by someone with a serious grudge.

[psychometer]

[Reality Marble, Reality Marble... She's going to have to reread some of the books she kept. Lien looks at Lancer as he materializes]

A Servant of high caliber would be able to do a lot of damage to a large area like this, right?

[lansaigh]

This isn't just the work of a Servant. Our Noble Phantasms aside, this isn't something one or two Servant Classes are capable of.

[ So, then, was it the Grail...? Perplexing. ]

[psychometer]

Well, maybe the Servant had the odd, but useful talent of fire breathing. The world will never know.

[Awful joking aside, she settles for a patch of grass underneath a tree that keeps her slightly hidden from sight.]

This area should do. [She takes off her glasses and before she takes off her gloves.]

Lancer. It's been a while since I used my Eyes to go back more than a year and even that's pushing it. If I overdo it - and that's a big if - , bring me back to my place and be on guard for the rest of the day. Understood?

[lansaigh]

[ Lancer's spear twirls in the air once, before he taps it against his shoulder in a moment of contemplation. This is the first time he'll be seeing Lien at "work", and he is, in a word, curious. ]

Understood. Don't push it too hard, kiddo.

[psychometer]

[She nods and looks between the grass and the tree. The ground is probably better to gauge a reflection from since the tree would have been planted around the time restoration began.

Lien gets on her knees and pulls both of her gloves off. The energy around her hands gives off a low hum. She positions her hands on the grass, clutching onto the green blades as if they were her only anchor. Eyes closed, she takes a deep breath and finally takes the plunge.

The prana flows from her hands into the ground... And suddenly it shoots back through her circuits, shocking her eyes open.

Her form of Mystic Eyes looked liked the blue surface of an ocean. An endless, yet empty sea, entranced within itself.]

[lansaigh]

[ Immediately, the nature of the area changes. There seem to be faint whispers, a low hum of air that sound like voices distilled near Lien's fingertips— Lancer has no reason to understand how Lien's eyes work, but he can tell that she's seeing something that he can only sense as a presence, a conglomeration of events and memories that waver on the surface of those blue, blue eyes.

He finds his grip tightening on his lance despite himself. This girl may be largely untrained, but she's not without tremendous skills of her own. ]

1/2

[psychometer]

[Diving into the past few years of memories was a little easier than she assumed at first, but not by much.

Her Eyes saw people who walked through the park, but mostly hurried through, unable to stand the atmosphere. Men, women, children, groups of friends, some punks... All came and went so easily... Maintenance...

No, this isn't enough. There was more before.

Her hands grip the ground even more firmly and she feels herself falling deeper and deeper...

Night in Fuyuki. Residents. People. Lien is and isn't part of this memory and she watches on, seeing some lights from the houses. It was warm. Nostalgic. Some children were going home with their parents, hand in hand.

That's when she felt it. The heat. The smell. People looked towards the source and their eyes widened with horror. Lien looked with them and before she could even blink, she was hit with a wave of...

Mud.]