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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[onoir]

[ Well. That sounds promising! He sits up a little straighter. ]

Ah. If so, I would like to hear it.

[emotive]

The reason I'm here in Fuyuki is on my teacher's orders. There is a disturbance in the leylines of the land. The creatures we fought last night might have been a result of that rather than a Caster. What I saw last night... There were cracks. Miniscule, but enough for anyone with a sense of magic would be able to see them. And that's where those things appeared.

[She looks troubled when she recalls last night.]

[onoir]

[ He deliberates on this, thinking on whether or not it'll be something he can handle in any capacity; he's not a magus, and thus his ability to assist with any magical-business is limited, but... ]

I see. If these disturbances are indeed the cause of what happened last night, it would be in our best interest to get rid of the vermin.

[ He can help with that. ]

[emotive]

Grail or not, restoring the city to the way it was is the right thing to do.

[NOBLE AND CHIVALROUS EVEN.]

You understand that, right?

1/2

[onoir]

[ The slightly widened eyes indicate that her statement is mildly surprising; knightly as he may be, he realizes that not all motives held by others are just or particularly inclined towards "doing good".

(also let's be real, he lived in like 2nd century Ireland, "the right thing" was completely different back then)

It would have been cruel if fate had handed him a heavy card, a despot as his Master, but it doesn't seem the case. ]

[onoir]

[ So, yes, there's a smile from Diarmuid of the Shining Face: partly hidden, but genuine. ]

Understood, Master. Again, it seems your nobility gives me strength.

[emotive]

[NOBILITY, WHY THAT WORD AGAIN. Seriously, who else in Thao's life would say something like that about her? SERIOUSLY!!]

I don't know if I deserve such words, but you know what? I'll try to live up to it.

[She takes the coffee cup to stir the contents; although now she thinks its best to rest up for a while. So she stands up to put the beverage in the fridge for later.]

It's better if I get some rest now, I believe. I don't want to be lacking in prana if we go out later tonight.

[onoir]

[ While she's putting her coffee in the fridge, Lancer goes ahead and clears the table; idle hands are wasteful hands. It's surprising how easily he can fall into the routines of this world, but that's the convenience of being a Heroic Spirit. ]

It would be for the best if you got rest, yes. I'll default to my Spiritual form to conserve prana.

[ and...here he is, dematerializing!! good lancer. ]

[emotive]

Oh!

[She's surprised by the sudden dematerializing, but it's all well and good.]

Amazing... Er! I'll try to wake up in about four hours. In the meanwhile, please familiarize yourself with the area if you feel the need to.

[She's about to head back to her bedroom, but then... There's a question that pops up in her head, having to do with the fact that she's his Master. It seems they understand each other well enough so she could be over thinking it. But if she didn't ask, the air wouldn't clear up by itself.]

Diarmuid... I have one more question to ask. It's not a favor, but I'm curious.

[onoir]

[ When she calls him, he materializes to hold to her insistence about wanting to speak face to face— head bowed but eyes locked on her, head cant a little to the side. ]

A question? Of course, you're free to ask.

[emotive]

Mm.

[There's a pause as she mulls over her words. And then she looks right at Lancer asking quite simply:]

Inexperience aside, is it a problem if your Master is a woman?

[For all her gentle mannerisms, there's something in her voice that sounds very honest and straight forward, asking for no niceties.]

[onoir]

[ Ah. The inevitable question.

This requires a moment, and Diarmuid takes it with all the earnesty of someone who is looking for a proper answer. When he finds one, he states it simply. ]

Somewhat. This curse I have tends to weaken a woman's resolve. It would be disappointing to know that my Master could bend her wishes because of the nature of my face.

1/2

[emotive]

[emotive]

[Thao puts her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest as if finally deciding on something.]

Then I'll just consider resisting that enchantment as training! What kind of magus would I be if I let myself fall for that?

[onoir]

[ Again, he smiles, and it's accompanied by a soft laugh, even. Rare moments of levity outside of battle, for Diarmuid. ]

I'm glad, then. That my face will not trouble you.

[ is this a joke???? maybe??? ]

[emotive]

I'll admit though, it was a little difficult to recognize it as a charm, but I'm good at distinguishing what feels natural and what isn't. I hope.

Um, but still! I just wanted to say that if I do trouble you in some way, shape, or form, I would like to know! Especially since I'm inexperienced, input would be very helpful! I think there are things I can learn from you, than you from me.

[onoir]

Then I implore you to keep your head held high. Whatever input I may have, I only ask that you trust my strength where it is needed. I could not ask for anything more from the one I serve.

[emotive]

[She gives a reassuring nod.]

You did save my life! You have my trust already.

I'll sleep now. See you when I wake up.

[Anyways to bed she goes! She steadily slips into sleep, but she can't help but feel a tingle of something that could be called excitement and anticipation. Her. A Master. A Master with what can only be a great Heroic Spirit, who embodied honor and chivalry. It's more power than she ever thought one could hold.

But it only made the whole situation stranger. Sensei wouldn't have sent her to a dangerous clash like the Holy Grail War, not when she was not a fully accomplished mage. Wouldn't more than one person have known in the Mage's Association...?]

[onoir]

[ Diarmuid doesn't sleep, but he does mull over the nature of his new summoning and what it'll mean for his personal wishes; if his new Master is uninterested in the Grail, then his purpose lies with whatever she deems fit to do with him.

This time. This time, he'll follow his liege to the end.


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The night is brisk, quiet. A thick shroud of fog seems to have built from condensation gathered in the trees, and Diarmuid blinks some dew out of his eyes, treading lightly through grass in material form. ]

Do you feel anything out of the ordinary, Master?

[emotive]

[The moon is still full and high in the sky. Its light doesn't penetrate the fog, something that doesn't reassure Thao too much.]

Hm. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet.

[Ai Thao blows some warm air into the palms of her hand. She had woken up, much more refreshed and ready to go outside in order to investigate the mystery further.

Geez, it sure was cold though. It was times like these she doesn't mind enduring the warm nights of Vietnam.]

We'll be on our guard though. Who knows if there are other Servants who are scouting the area for their Masters?

[onoir]

[ Even if Diarmuid weren't a Heroic Spirit, his past experiences (and the nature of weather in Ireland) has him well-prepared for the fog; he treads without hesitation, cutting through shrouded air with an air of well-cultivated confidence. ]

Of course. Though, if there were other Servants nearby, I would sense their presence.

[ Nothing too out of the ordinary so far, save for that sliver of unrest in the air; not enough to be a Servant, but something significant enough that he takes notice. ]

[emotive]

I wonder what sort of wishes the others would have??

[She wonders this aloud as she clasps her hands behind her back.]

A lot of magi are ambitious people after all.

[onoir]

It would be hard for me to guess. I have no wish for the Grail, myself.

[ look at these two people who have absolutely no wishes to make on this most miraculous of miracles ]

But they say the Grail chooses its participants; I would hope that their wishes are worthy of selection.

[emotive]

I'm sure that when I was younger, I had plenty of wishes. Although...

[She trails off as she begins to recall unwanted details about her younger years. Mostly that there were barely any and the one she does recall...]

... It's silly to worry about it, but it feels like one is more alive if they have a passion they would strive for with all their hearts. Like you, Lancer!

[Since they're outside, she uses his class name instead.]

You're a very dutiful warrior.

[onoir]

[ Ah. He wasn't expecting that, so out of the blue, but he bows his head and accepts the compliment with quiet humility. His expression is steady, neither a smile or a frown— accepting, but holding those words as expectations. Polite as hell... ]

Thank you, Master. Though it is merely a duty, nothing to be commended for.

[ He raises his head, and this time, he does smile. Just a bit. ]

...May I ask you what sorts of things you wished for, as a child?