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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[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?

[emotive]

... I think... I think I wanted to fly.

[onoir]

[ DON'T LAUGH, DIARMUID... he doesn't because he's polite as hell towards his Master, but he does, again, look slightly less stoic. ]

I hear many do.

[ this insubordination... kayneth would have his head. ]

[emotive]

[She turns pink and hides her face so she isn't looking at him.]

I-It was the first thing I could think of! S-Somehow nothing else came to mind and-... Geez, what was I thinking?!

[onoir]

[ this is like the beginning of that episode of einzbern consultation room... ]

I apologize. I meant only to say that it's a charming wish.

[ not helping ]

[emotive]

[SIGH...]

It's okay. Kind of overreacted there. My sister would tell me that I was overdoing it.

[onoir]

[ He's about to say something about how he should have chosen his words more wisely, but! ]

You have a sister? I wasn't aware. You don't live with her, I take it?

[emotive]

Ah, yes! I didn't mention her at the time because we were introducing ourselves. She lives here in Fuyuki while I stay with my sensei in America.

If I'm being honest though, she prefers to be solitary. [She has a very sheepish and regretful smile.]

We're twins you see. But we don't really share a strong bond as some people would expect.

[onoir]

I see.

[ Perhaps he shouldn't have asked... he knows family can sometimes be a difficult topic. ]

If you ever feel inclined to visit her, I'll respect your space.

[emotive]

Actually, a visit might be necessary. But that might be for later.

[Trying to avoid Lien? Maybe...]

[onoir]

Is your sister also proficient in...

[ And Diarmuid pauses, stopping for a moment to poise Gáe Dearg by his side. ]

...Master. I sense something foreign— please, stay alert.

[emotive]

[Thao tenses up and nods, taking a step back behind Diarmuid. She doesn't want to use her Eyes if possible - she trusts in her Servant after all.]

[onoir]

[ There seems to be some sort of disturbance in the air, which he can't quite puzzle out; he's sure that Ai Thao would be better suited towards figuring out what's going on, but first things first.

These fucking shadow monsters again. ]

—I ask you to stand back. This will only take a moment.

[emotive]

R-Right!

[Thao thinks about how she could set up a Bounded Field, so she wouldn't have to get in his way. Instead, after taking another few steps out of his way, she turns around so they won't be attacked from behind.]

[onoir]

[ A moment passes where Diarmuid counts down the number of enemies he'll have to take down— four, five, not even a threat. After that split second of consideration, his lips curl up into a fearless smile that he knows she can't see from where she's standing. ]

Master. My only request is for you to watch your Servant at work.

[ And with that, he kicks off, gracefully cutting through the first shadow with his first strike, pivoting and slicing through two more with his second. If ever the word "effortless" could be used to describe anything, it'd be this. ]

[emotive]

[She turns to see Diarmuid make quick work of the creatures... And for a moment she feels her heart stop.

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There's a memory. Sensei was giving her physical training, no magic, and no Eyes involved. It was the most basic of self defense techniques and yet she kept falling over, getting struck, messing up. As hard as she tried, some tears fell and she cried, asking why, why was this necessary? Sensei was strict that day, but he comforted her.

"The world of magic is brutal. You of all people should know that. You need to learn this so the chances of danger ensnaring you won't happen again."

Ai Thao sniffled, hugging her knees. None of this was good. How could such a thing that hurt her or others be a good thing? Sensei smiled.

"It's an art you know! You think battle can't be beautiful? And that's the great thing about life. People have the power to turn the most ugly things into something that can make your heart stop and your eyes widen at its beauty."

"You'll understand someday."

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She totally gets it now.

This wasn't a cruel sight she was seeing. Diarmuid took something that was all too often if not all the time an ugly art and had made it his own. She thinks there's no one else in the world who wield the spears and move in the same way he did. So she watches, entranced, not because of any enchantment, but for just this one singular moment that engraves itself into her mind.]

[onoir]

[ It's hardly a challenge, and the "fight" is over as swiftly as it began, leaving only the fog and faint traces of shade that descend and fade into nothing as they hit the ground.

He's reminded, vaguely, of dark nights spent running with Grainne at his side— quiet, faceless assassins that he felled without blinking, all for the love of a single woman.

The memory is a dull ache, but he knows that he would have protected her from anything, either way; a fearless princess that chose him over everything else.

When he turns around and points his spear-end on the ground, Diarmuid's expression is a mixture of calm and melancholy; there's no honor in killing creatures with no living will. ]

There doesn't seem to be anything else standing in our way. Please, be at ease.