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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[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. ]

...

[SHE'S THINKING REALLY DEEPLY OK]

[lansaigh]

[ And who else but Lancer would interrupt such DEEP THINKING by sitting heavily on one of the chairs and munching merrily on his toast??? Here he is, disturbing the peace and rocking back on the legs of his seat. ]

Rise and shine. You don't look half bad.

[psychometer]

ACHOO!

[A loud sneeze and she sniffs it away. The wet hair probably wasn't a bad idea, but hey, the heater's on, IT'S ALL GOOD.]

Nn. That just means the other half is actually bad.

[lansaigh]

[ Her sneeze prompts him to raise his piece of toast above his head, as if warding off stray germs. A little browraise, here. ]

If you want to use a Command Spell to make me say more flattering things, go ahead.

[psychometer]

No need, I already know I'm cute.

[lansaigh]

[ The remaining few bites of toast disappear quickly. ]

Hn. I'd wait a few years.

[ bite your tongue lancer ]

[psychometer]

Whaaaa!?

[She looks shocked although not necessarily offended.]

I thought I already have it pretty good right now! Granted, I wear really weird glasses, but that's a personal preference and maybe I could fill in things a bit more, but still!!

[lansaigh]

Hah, are you coming on to me, Master? Not that I blame you. I get it, I do.

[ LANCER.......... ]

[psychometer]

Hey, who said this was about you buster?

[LIEN......]

[lansaigh]

Don't know, you seem to want my opinion.

[ He has his elbow on the table, giving her a sidelong glance... thanks, lancer. ]

[psychometer]

I'm cuter than you, so there, end of discussion, we continue the discussion about this never.

[lansaigh]

Whoa, shut down.

[ He says, with an exaggerated sense of disappointment, even if he's not too bothered. ]

Well, fine, Miss Cute. What were you doing with these books, anyway?

[psychometer]

And that's why I'm your Master!

[IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING She takes one of the books, waving it back and forth.]

These are all books with instructions on basic magecraft. Since I'm part of this war and you need to worry about other Servants, I should get on track so that I don't keep falling over my ass half the time.

[lansaigh]

Yeah, well. That's all well and good, but if the other Masters have years of experience on you, a little more training's not going to do much.

[ lancer.... ]

[psychometer]

[She waves her finger at him almost condescendingly]

Now, now, see that's why my Eyes come in handy for this sort of thing. Years of experience, I can memorize in maybe, what, ten minutes flat? Give or take.

I'm the type of person a magus who gains things through tedious textbook study, hates as you can see.

[lansaigh]

There are things you can't learn just from paper, big-head.

[ He gets up, pushing his chair in to brush by Lien. Along the way, he tries to put a hand on her wet head to muss her hair. ]

[psychometer]

What makes you think I haven't done it before- GUH!

[She makes an indignant noise as he musses up her hair]

[lansaigh]

Don't try to convince me that you've been on a battlefield before, little lady. Trust me, I'd know.

[ The hand gets pulled back, waves in a wide arc. ]