OPEN RP POST TROIS

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This a post where I'll RP anything with you! 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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[infusion]

((ooc: Oh gosh, yes!! That sounds fun, I look forward to it!))

[Iona on the other hand has always been comfortable with talking, being outspoken and all.]

So let's see... I have a brother and grandma and the latter is the one who lets me use this place as a cafe. Grandma and Oren were the ones who discovered this space before I was born!

[dilatory]

((ooc; yay! I shall do so before I pop off to bed :D ))

[He's fine with her leading the conversation. He takes a bite of his food as she speaks, and when she's done:]

So magic runs in your family? Or is that a dumb question? I don't know anything about it, really, so...

[infusion]

[She gives a nod as confirmation.]

Yup, it's a passed down trait. And don't worry about it, I'm happy to explain as much as I can. This is a safe cafe after all.

For my family though, we're not very big. Grandma's been around for a while, but she never really thought about settling down and thinking about that whole legacy business.

[dilatory]

And what about your brother? And how's Oren related to all of this? A family friend?

[He remembers Oren from the day after he fainted. He didn't say much to Michael. Or anything at all, really.]

((ooc; sliiiides this in))

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[infusion]

Brother's a warlock! His magic showed up early. He lives with a friend of his and they both renovate houses for a living.

As for Oren...

[infusion]

... Say. Did you think Oren was my boyfriend by any chance?

[dilatory]

[Errr... So even if it was (totally) what he had wondered, he hadn't been so bold as to ask in such a straightforward manner. It looks like Iona totally derailed that process though.

So, he's a little caught off-guard.]

What? I mean, uh--

[Awkward and flustered! And he was doing so good, too! Is he answer going to offend? Is she expecting a certain answer? Is this a trick question?]

I mean, maybe? Isn't he? Or... not? I figured someone like you would probably already have... one, uh. [SAY SOMETHING IONA SO HE DOESN'T HAVE TO KEEP GOING.] He seems pretty protective? [He's not sure if that counts as an answer???]

[infusion]

[Ah, this is so cute. That's what Iona's thinking anyway since she's the type of person who has a tendency to derail and surprise people with out of nowhere actions and statements like that. She gives him another few seconds to find his words before she clarifies with a bright smile.]

Not my boyfriend.

[dilatory]

...Okay.

[Okay.




Silence. He was expecting more than that. Why won't you let him escape his cage of awkwardness, cruel, cruel Warden Oakes?]

So, he's... a... [His mind searches for words.] ...friend?

[infusion]

[Because she likes watching him flop around, it's fascinating.]

Yup. Friend. Partner in crime and magic.

[A beat.]

He's what you would call a golem. My grandmother made him.

[dilatory]

[Does he look like a Magikarp like you?

Partner in crime and magic. So, like, a friendship and working relationship.]

Wait, I thought golems were made of stone? He looked human.

[infusion]

He actually is made out various earth materials. The way he looks is just a testament to my grandma's skills.

... And her taste in people now that I think about it...

[Iona, please don't derail again (but she has a point, Oren is really pretty)]

But yeah! Oren's important. He served Grandma first, but now he's mostly been helping me out with... Well, everything really.

[dilatory]

[Her grandmother's taste in people must be unnaturally pretty, if he correctly remembered what Oren looked like. He feels fine with commenting on it.]

So... unnaturally beautiful people? [He breathes out a laugh.] Are you sure there's a real human out there that looks like him?

[Still, must be nice to have a golem friend who can do all the heavy lifting for you, he thinks to himself. Because that's what golems were, right? Strong?]

[infusion]

If there is one, I haven't found them yet or they've yet to come to my cafe.

[She clenches her fist as determined.]

Maybe someday...!!

[dilatory]

[He winces, though he allows it to be a little playful.]

God, I hope not. Those are the kind of guys that make the rest of us look bad, you know.

[infusion]

[She angles her head rather playfully as she grins at Michael.]

Really? You're not so bad yourself.

why are you making a huge mess of him Iona

[dilatory]

[Head east for 10 miles and you'll head straight into AWKWARD TOWN. Population: Michael Camden.

There's a loud clink as his spoon he was using to stir a little sugar into his coffee slips out of his hand and hits his plate.]

You- I mean, what? [WORDS, USE THEM. He grabs at his spoon again, wiping it down with a napkin.] That's not... Sorry, I wasn't trying to fish for a compliment.

[He's totally not blushing a little AND OH LOOK HOW INTERESTING HIS FOOD IS.]

messing people up is her reason for being!

[infusion]

[Ah... Iona figures she better settle down with her teasing. Maybe she's getting too much of it from her friend, Monts. She shakes her head, still smiling, charmed by how shy he's being.]

It's not a problem. I know you weren't. I'm just uncomfortably honest!

[dilatory]

[He finally looks up at her, peering over the rim of his coffee cup as he takes a sip. He tells his stupid body to stop making him blush, because he can feel the slight heat in his cheeks. Michael tries to regain his composure, and somehow manages to just a little.]

Well... Thank you. Flatterer.

And I guess... Same to you. [The "not so bad yourself" part. Because it's only polite isn't it? And also true.]

[infusion]

[Well... She flushes, but with happiness. THIS IS FINE.]

Well... Well then! I guess I can't disagree with you there. [Wow]

Um, tell me about your family! Any siblings?

[dilatory]

[He smiles at that a little, embarrassment ebbing away.] I guess you can't.

[When the issue of family comes up, however, he casts his gaze to the side. It's not due to embarrassment this time, but rather, there's a tinge of something contemplative in his features. Almost downcast.]

Um, well, where to start? [He cups his fingers around his coffee.] My immediate family lives in New Mexico -- that's where I'm from. I haven't really seen them in awhile, you know, after I was out of college. [But he never made an honest effort, after everything.] But my mom and dad are pretty normal people; no crazy time powers or anything like that.

[Should he bring the next thing up? She asked about siblings. But it's still hard for him to talk about, even five years later. He forces himself to look at Iona directly, as if it would bring him more resolve, but he manages to look even more uncertain.] I used to have a younger sister, Annalise. We called her Anna for short. She died in a car accident a few years ago.

[Time heals all wounds, some people would tell him. How ironic. He swallows, setting his jaw. He was going to continue, but somehow he's lost his words.]

Sorry, what else? [Maybe moving forward would be better.] Didn't mean to leave it on a depressing note. But really, outside of my cousin and his family, that's about it.

[infusion]

[Iona listens carefully, hands around her cup of coffee as Michael speaks. When he mentions his mom and dad, something indescribable in her eyes flicker and she almost looks down herself. But she keeps her gaze on him steadily.

And when he mentions his sister, Anna, Iona finds herself in an awe that he looks straight at her as he tells the witch of Anna's passing.

(It's been almost ten years for her and Solomon and they still can't quite see each other, it still hurts badly for them, they still don't know what they should do even though they keep themselves busy for the sake of their sanity, for their grandmother's sake as well...)]

... Hey.

[Iona brings the cup to her lips and she takes swallows some coffee down, letting the warmth sink into her so that she can find her words again.]

Thanks for telling me about them. I really mean it.

They must be a really nice family since you turned out the way you did.

[dilatory]

[He grins. It's weak, but it's not forced.]

You don't need to thank me. You asked. I just answered honestly.

[That look of hers, when he mentioned his parents, though -- it makes him realize that she didn't really mention hers. But, for Michael, that means to him that she didn't want to talk about it. And he understands. He won't ask. She'll tell him, if she wanted to.]

They were supportive, as any family would be. I mean, it wasn't easy for them either. A parent losing a child. I can't even imagine. [He swallows again, fighting off a wave of guilt.] I hear from them every once in awhile. They make sure to call even when I forget to.

[infusion]

Good. I'm glad they do.

[There's some sort of relief that she feels for him. Even if he's dealing with a power he doesn't know what to make of and there was no way anyone else that was close to him would, he's still cared for.]

Um... So my big brother, Solomon. I call him, Sully. Like I said, he renovates houses and he kind of looks intimidating, but he's a the calmest gentle giant you'd ever meet.

[She takes another sip of her coffee. For courage.]

It was kind of hard to talk to him while I was in high school. He kept throwing himself into work. Oh, but we're fine now! We talk a lot more and I try to make sure he rests from traveling too much all over the country. He does it the normal way even though he's got magic.

[dilatory]

[He takes a bite or two of his sandwich as she speaks, feeling more at ease as they slowly move away from subjects he'd rather not linger on. He tries to imagine her brother in his head, a magic-using home renovator.]

That's kind of mundane. [He's quick to make an addendum.] I mean, not in a bad way. It's just, I suppose I would have imagined your brother in a magical kind of business, or in a business with magic. Kind of like you, with the Midnight Grind.

Does he ever swing by here?