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]

[ 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.

[emotive]

Ah! Yes.

[Ai Thao realizes she was still staring awestruck and she looks down at the ground for a few seconds, afraid he would assume she let her guard down and was getting enchanted again. Looking up with a determined look on her face, she makes her way to his side.]

I'll be more alert this time! If we follow the path where they came from I'll be able to sense the nearby leyline.

[She strangely seems re-energized all of a sudden!]

[onoir]

They seem to be heading from the docks.

[ Which is something he can sense. A little tilt of the head indicates that he sees how much she's trying not to look at him, but he says nothing about it when her gaze moves up again, steady and strong. It's a comfort, that she tries, but he quells that thought as something imprudent.

He turns on his heels towards the direction of the whispers, and starts moving again. ]

Do you often take it upon yourself to investigate such things, Master?

[emotive]

Mm.

[She starts walking towards the direction of the docks, wordlessly. Thao looks up at him when he makes his inquiry though.]

To be honest, I think this would be the first job I took on that turned out as serious as this.

[She looks ahead, looking thoughtful]

I'm not Sensei's main apprentice... The fact that he took me in so that he could instruct me in the use of my Mystic Eyes is something I'm very grateful for. So in a way, if he sends me out to do a job he isn't available for, it shows he has faith in me. There's no other way I could repay him for all he's done.

[She smiles, mostly to herself.]

Putting that aside? I still would do these investigations even if he didn't tell me to. I might be made for this kind of work if only because I'm a little stubborn.

[onoir]

[ The response is a sliver of a smile, hidden by the fog that still curls from beyond the path leading to the water— there's something quietly powerful about this girl, he thinks, as he listens to her talk about herself and what she'd like to do.

"Stubborn". It rings true, somehow, but it's a pleasant descriptor. ]

Perhaps a better word would be "diligent". Are you always so humble?

[emotive]

Oh? Do you really think so?

[Thao looks at him again, puzzled. His question does make her think a little more deeply.]

... You might be right! I might have always been that way.

[When she was younger, she was more prone to crying. Ai Thao was frightened, clinging to her silent sister, wondering what their future would be. But when asked questions, Thao was quite shy, finding she didn't lash out against the people who took them in even though mistrust in adults, much less adult magi, would have been expected.]

[onoir]

[ She acquiesces so easily, which is another thing to privately smile about; perhaps not the best time, since they are heading towards something that may be dangerous and this isn't a game, but, well.

If the air around him gets a little softer, it's because he's settling. ]

To your credit— and I realize this is forward of me— your humility is a coveted trait.

[emotive]

[That's an intriguing thing for him to say. She's mostly been called a pushover, compliant, easily swayed... Or as her twin dryly put it, "you make people want to pick on you until they find out it's too late..."]

I'm glad you think so... I don't consider it my best, but it's just who I am as of now.

Although, if I happen to change, I hope it's for the better.

[onoir]

If you strive towards betterment, I've no doubt you'll find it.

[ Listen man... after a hard lie, finding someone humble is a breath of fresh air.

But as they near the port, his smile fades and he sets his expression to something more neutral, alert for changes in the air, changes of density in surrounding prana. ]

I sense that we're getting close.

[emotive]

[Ai Thao is sensing the same changes and it gives her pause.]

It's... Yes. This is similar to the first night.

[She even shudders, her arms clutched around herself.]

I don't know why, but... It feels so wrong. Normally, if there was a disturbance, I wouldn't feel so...

[onoir]

Wrong?

[ It is a bit unsettling, yes, and he furrows his brows, sweeping his lance so that the tip is towards the ground. ]

It would be best if we found a way to remedy it, then.

[emotive]

... Lancer? Be careful.

[It could just be a warning from Master to Servant, but also one made to a someone she feels that's above acquaintance now.

She walks closer to one of the leylines which has mana vibrating within. And it's there that she points, turning attention to the thin, almost threadlike crack in the ground, that was inky, and the blackest of blacks]

[onoir]

[ Diarmuid stands to Ai Thao's right, his crimson lance held at the ready if anything should spring out at them as they investigate. The crack seems ominous, and he can feel the steady pulse of something amiss seething under the surface— nothing he would know how to fix, but something he recognizes nevertheless. ]

Is there a way to seal this?

[emotive]

[Ai Thao purses her lips together, starting to pace back and forth.]

I'd have to know what exactly this is. And... [She lets out a frustrated sigh.]

I feel as if I've seen this before?

[onoir]

...I'm afraid I'll be of little help to you in this situation. But if you've seen it before, then I trust your judgment.

[ This doesn't seem to be a matter of fighting, at the very least. It rankles a bit, the fact that he's virtually useless in this matter, but one can never be too careful. ]

[emotive]

Maybe we should retreat for tonight. I'll see what-...

[She freezes. There's the familiar aura, similar to the shadow creatures, but this time, it's much, MUCH more powerful.]

... Lancer.

[Thao turns her head in the direction where she feels the killing intent.]

... Get ready. I'll lure whoever or whatever it is out.

[onoir]

[ He also senses the change as it happens, a thickening of something that would cause a normal human to be swept in nausea. Brows furrowing, he positions himself in front of Ai Thao and to her right, between her and the rift. ]

Understood. If it lunges, don't hesitate to run.

[emotive]

[Unclasping her hands she stands still for what seems to be a very long moment, but is actually only several seconds, with her eyes closed. The second she opens them, her Mystic Eyes are activated and the axis of revolution is directed towards the top of a lamppost.

In the most simplest of terms, the top of the lamppost is decimated and bent backwards and the bottom is contorted, making it collapse and fall to the ground. The attack does what Ai Thao intended, however, and that was to lure the shadowy and this time humanoid figure that was perched on top there.

It appears to be a man, dressed in Japanese style armor. Had he not been covered by tendrils of shadow, he would have been an admirable looking warrior, equipped with an arrow, a quiver of bows and a sword on his back. There is maddened look in his eyes and he aims an arrow at Ai Thao who promptly takes several steps back.]

Go!

[Time to shine, Servant.]

[onoir]

[ A Servant Class with a bow and arrow: Archer? Lancer narrows his eyes at the new enemy before kicking off, assessing the situation as one arrow flies towards him, followed by a volley. He's mindful that his Master is behind him, and when he blocks them all with the sweep of his lancer, he makes sure that the fallen weapons fall outside of range, scattered on the ground like harmless sticks before they fade into nothing.

His first strike is blocked by the curve of his enemy's bow, prompting sparks and the hollow ring of weapon against weapon. Lancer would open his mouth to speak, but he can tell by the fury in the his opponent's eyes that he has no sense to listen— Berserker, then? If so, he'd have to take the complete opposite of the strategy he's going for now: a hit-and-run is the best course of action to take against a Berserker class, and his lance is, thankfully, a perfect weapon against a heavily-armored Servant.

Another clash of spear against bow, steel against steel, weapons moving too fast to discern with the human eye. ]

[emotive]

[Ai Thao knows she can't stay in a close vicinity of the battle between Lancer and this unknown Servant. Seeing the power that's being displayed here makes her realize why Diarmuid told her it would be best if she was at a safer distance because if any of those blows hit her... Well, squishy mage logic and all that!]

Okay, okay, think, think! Protective barrier! Right!

[There is an empty port warehouse nearby; perfect to watch the battle from afar and for her to set up a field. She sprints inside and quickly begins and finishes a spell, drawn on the ground. Thao wants to keep an eye on the Servants so if there's an opportunity that needs to be taken, her Eyes can assist from afar.

The unknown Servant lets out a roar, the shadows intensifying and feet pressing into the ground until the cement broke as he clashed with Lancer. Thao's heart thumps against her chest, not knowing what their chances are.]

[onoir]

[ The blows are heavy, but not impossible to parry: the downside is that he has to focus his attention on the fight, away from his Master, which is a risk that he's willing to take if only because he trusts that Ai Thao can keep herself safe and away from harm's way.

There's something wrong with this Servant— there's nothing to indicate any sort of strategy, though Berserkers don't operate on much of one to begin with. A grimace, and Diarmuid dodges the next wide arc of the bludgeoning end of the enemy's bow, and spins his lance so that it cuts a straight line through the front of the warrior's armor. A clean hit, thanks to the armor-felling property of his weapon. ]

...The next hit is the last. Prepare yourself.

[ A calm, steady warning, before the next kickoff. Both Servants are a blur at this point, moving towards a final finisher to end this sudden bout. ]

[emotive]

Alright...!

[She's filled with confidence as she sees Lancer go for the final blow. It would be over soon and they'd be out of the danger zone. But then her heart falls when she sees the rogue Servant, reach for the sword on his back, almost too quick for the normal eye to see. It was a wakizashi and now that the distance was closed between them, the warrior was clearly operating on some sort of logic, wanting to strike at Lancer.]

NO!! Watch out!!

[onoir]

[ He doesn't miss the hidden weapon, but it comes between strikes, meaning that he has to relinquish his finishing blow to dodge. Twisting his upper body, Diarmuid rams the point of his spear into the ground and vaults off into the air, getting out of range of his enemy's full attack—

—but not before getting a nick in his side, a light cut that's inconsequential but a cut, nonetheless.

Thankfully, he remains calm and places a well-aimed kick to the other Servant's back, staggering him and driving him a few feet away. ]

[emotive]

[Thao flinches, but doesn't look away when Lancer gets the minor nick. So far, so good, but she'd prefer he was unscathed.

The Servant falls and rolls due to the kick and he skids further away. His pants and grunts are feral, but he's still in one piece. The aura around him seems to weaken, but there's a beastly sort of resolve in his maddened eyes.

And then out of nowhere, he croaks...]

Mana... Need...!!

[The Servant's gaze lands on where Ai Thao is hiding and he sheathes the wakizashi; more arrows appear in his quiver and he prepares one, pointed at Thao as if hunting down prey]

Mana... Hers...!!

[Ai Thao is understandably, taken aback]

W-What...?!

[onoir]

[ A mana-starved Servant. The information clicks into place, and Diarmuid considers that it may be a Servant whose Master is already dead— in that case, they're slated to disappear in a few days, hours, if they're unlucky and bleeding prana.

He doesn't hesitate to act; the warning is all he needs to pull Gae Daerg from where it'd been impaled in the concrete, kick off, and yell: ]

Run!

[ Vaulting towards his enemy, he aims first to bat the arrows down, and then go for the head; quick, clean. ]