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]

[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. ]

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[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.]

[psychometer]

[Lien lets out a sudden yell and she lets go of the grass, arms wrapped around herself. Losing her balance, she falls to her side and she's breathing heavily as if having suffered a panic attack

On the one hand, she's not knocked out, something she's surprised by. On the other hand, she feels like there was a leftover sensation of burning on the surface of her skin.]

I... I.... Shit....

[lansaigh]

[ To some extent, he saw this coming. A place like this doesn't leave others unscathed; memories that linger without the use of magical prying are bound to be unpleasant at best, and that's using the most generous descriptor for something that Lancer assumes was a calamity.

When she falls, Lancer is there to pull her back up, none-too-gently, one hand gripped on her upper arm to bring her onto her feet and up into his arms. ]

Tch. This is only our first day, Lien, slow it down.

[ Not that he's one to talk, but. ]

[psychometer]

[Lien weakly reaches for her gloves, crushing them in her grip.]

That... That was... God, that wasn't a fire.

[lansaigh]

Not a Servant, then. Come on, we can talk after we get away from this place.

[ He really should have bought that shirt, now he has to carry her in armor. Ah, well. ]

[psychometer]

[And she seems to recoil when she realizes there will be contact.]

Don't touch--...!!

[Wait, too harsh. Too much. She calms down.]

Give me a minute to catch my breath. I'll be able to walk back.

[Stubborn? Yeah, probably.]

[lansaigh]

[ A blink, followed by a sigh— he does let go of her, though, not particularly inclined to offer a hand when she insists that she can do things on her own.

He wonders if she copped a feel, though. Did she see something about him? ]

Alright, alright, fine. But if you fall over, I'm carrying you back.

[psychometer]

Nn.

[A mostly non-response. Her gloves are put back on and she makes her way out of the park as quickly as possible.

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The rest of the walk home is non-eventful and Lien doesn't say a word about what she just saw. It's past noon by the time they get back. When she opens the door to her place...]

... Okay, I give up.

[Cue, flopping to the ground and rolling on her back so that she's staring up at the ceiling.]

[lansaigh]

[ He expected as much, and so when she collapses, he looks down at her with a little hint of a raised brow, before he sits down next to her, lance propped against the wall. ]

You're as stubborn as a damn mule, you know that?

[psychometer]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[A dry reply.]

I feel like my skin is still burning...

[lansaigh]

Huh.

You want a glass of water?

[ he says this incredibly casually, but not without a hint of well-meaning under the languid half-smile; as someone with a huge amount of pride running under his easygoingness, it's a big thing for him to offer this up to someone he's, for all intents and purposes, just met. ]

[psychometer]

...

[She turns her head towards him, with a surprised (perhaps even touched?) look. Lien nods.]

Yes please.

[lansaigh]

[ A Heroic Spirit is summoned against his pride to be a human's familiar, and it's not in their interest at all to do things for their Masters outside of fighting and winning; but Lancer gets up slowly, stretching his limbs as if he's just woken up from a long nap, and turns towards the kitchen. ]

Glass of water, coming up.

[ And he makes good on that a few seconds later, when he sets said glass down next to her head. ]

[psychometer]

Thanks.

[Lien doesn't get up, opting instead to dip her nearest hand inside the cup and taking it out so the water drips down from her fingertips to her face.

She's... not ladylike at all. This day spent with this Master is saying that much.]

Ahhhh. Better.

[She closes her eyes.]

What I saw in the park... It looked like it was mud. Like, maybe it was lava??

[lansaigh]

[ her mannerisms don't bother him all too much; if anything, it's mildly amusing, and he takes it in stride. ]

Lava?

[ he racks his mind for the knowledge he's been endowed with upon his summoning, and draws upon it. ]

Doesn't make sense, if there aren't any mountains around. Was it something that was summoned?

[psychometer]

I didn't really know where the source of it was coming from. But it wasn't quite lava. The mud was... dark. Like some sort of corruption.

But it was enough to kill the people that used to live there... if that was the result of the last war...

[lansaigh]

...Then it might have been someone's wish.

[ He says it with no amount of cheerfulness, disdain tinging the corner of his voice. ]

That's some pretty ugly business. Can't say I'm too thrilled about the idea of that sort of stuff happening again.