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]

[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.

[psychometer]

Gross.

[She sits up, stretching her arms.]

And what a waste of a wish.

[lansaigh]

Right.

[ Folding his arms, Lancer shifts his weight and settles against the wall. ]

They missed out on a nice steak dinner.

[psychometer]

Ha!

[Her laugh is gleeful and the melancholy vanishes.]

Clearly, the superior wish.

[lansaigh]

[ There, that's better: Cu Chulainn, who prefers moving through life with a grin, the guy who told others to tie his corpse to a rock so he can die standing up, is satisfied by that laugh. ]

Hah! By the way, if that's what you're gonna wish for, make the dinner for two.

[psychometer]

I'll make that stupid Grail cook up the biggest steaks, rare, and all the works.

[She tries to sit up, but isn't really feeling it.]

... Sorry, dumb request from your Master here, but could you pull me up by the arms so I can stand? I really gotta sleep this off.

[lansaigh]

Alright, alright. Up you go, little lady.

[ Leaning over, he pulls her up by the arms and then...

...hauls her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ]

Where's your room, again? Upstairs?

[psychometer]

[WHAT]

Hey, what the hell!?

[lansaigh]

I'm looking for your room, pipe down.

[ He opens a door...and it's just a hall closet. Hm. ]

[psychometer]

I think I clearly remembered saying that I could walk!

[She could totally be more argumentative, but the fact that she got picked up so easily reinforces how... well, she's not an overall strong person. So she grumbles.]

... And my room is the door on the right.

[lansaigh]

This is easier than dragging you around.

[ Which he suspects he might have had to do... He finds the door in question fairly quickly, opens it without asking her if he can (rude), and then pops right on in there to deposit Lien on her bed. Best Servant. ]

Now take a damn nap, I'll go find some prana outside.

[psychometer]

[She was going to ask how he was going to do the latter part, but her soft bed and her tiredness finally overtakes her. She grumpily falls to her side, back turned to Lancer, almost like a petulant child.

But....]

... Thank you.

[lansaigh]

[ He doesn't miss that mutter, and he snorts softly to himself, a quiet but mostly good-natured scoff. ]

You did good, kiddo.

[ And with that, he's gone: dematerialized, gone to sit out in the trees and soak up some prana from nature. ]

[psychometer]

[She dreams that night. Dreams of the mud, the fire, the burning. But she endures it. And it's a little better this time and she thinks it's because she's not alone.


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The next morning, Lien wakes up, showers, and changes into some casual clothes. She makes toast, leaving out a serving for Lancer and then with her hair still wet, she takes out a stack of old looking books - books on magecraft - and sits across from it as if sizing it up for an interview. ]

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[SHE'S THINKING REALLY DEEPLY OK]