1. Vietnam and Taigong got handcuffed together and lost the key. 2. Vietnam and Taigong eating dinner together 3. Taigong and Vietnam meet during the zombie apocalypse. Vietnam needs Taigong's help. 4. Taigong and Vietnam play an MMO together.Taigong is the tank and Vietnam is the healer. (except Orochi verse let's do that) 5. Vietnam and Taigong wearing each other's clothes.
[ Some jamjar is having a winter ball event so here they are, dressed nicely to attend and have fun. It's rare to find one that doesn't have strings attached to a party, but that's all the more reason to have fun, right?
Anyway, here comes Siete. He even subtly gelled his hair. ]
Looking fine today, my dear Sen. May I have a dance?
[It's true, some people show up with a date, and Sen often did not. Because she doesn't bother asking, and if no one asks her, she doesn't even mind. But a party is a party, and she makes it her duty to show up anyway, because of the food. At least with all parties, she makes an effort to look presentable, wearing lovely gowns she would see in magazines.
Anyway here's Shitete--SIETE, and she's looking around wondering why he asked her, of all people.]
A-ah, well! Thank you! You are looking very nice yourself. [She clears her throat. Did he manage to tame his hair? Oh no, there it is, just still a little bit wild.] I am no good at dancing, so if you do not mind guiding me, then you may.
1. France taking care of an injured Vietnam. 2. France and Vietnam go on a road trip. 3. Vietnam and France watching the sunset. 4. France has something that Vietnam desperately wants or needs. France won't give it up easily. 5. France as a film noir detective and Vietnam as the desperate client.
I GENERATED A SAMPLE which do we want, or should we do Viet visiting France /eyes emoji
[It was ass o'clock. The diner wasn't crowded, but the server was just...clearly done with everything. So, so done. And that's how a bunch of them ended up at the counter. Caules wanted to say, "But why?" He wanted to protest. And then he saw the mess in the dining area, to the back, and...
You know?
Counter was good.
Counter was really good.
So there was the server. Bouncing between him, the person to his right, and dealing with the mess. And that was how he ended up with some triple chocolate fudge monstrocity which rotted his teeth when he looked at it. He could feel them rotting. He had no desire to touch it. Even chocolate lovers might have some hesitation.]
He-
[And the server was gone. And so he took the thing, and he stared at it. He nearly tried it. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to. All he wanted was eggs. And then this. And then all of this. He just wanted a night away from the creepy golem factory in the basement but could he have that? No?
Apparently not.
And so he sighed and pushed the chocolate...thing to his right.]
time to test drive a boi...and slowly fill his icons...
[Sadamune had his hand raised (that's what they do here, right?) when the server was coming over to hand out all the food. His was late, being that it was a busy night and all, but he still had orders that needed to come out in takeaway boxes so he can bring back to his favourite family! Except, it was taking forever, and he was wondering if and when they will come out. Micchan might be patient with him, but Kara won't enjoy the cold food...hmm...
That is, until a distraction arises, and one of the fanciest dishes he saw here is right before his eyes. Or at least, because the person to his left pushed it aside. Towards him.]
[And thinking about it I have no idea if this would be better as a straight up MMO, as them being trapped into a jamjar in which they were stripped of their powers and given a new set, or if they were natives of that hypothetical jamjar. Regardless of those details, the dungeon can only be ran with 2-4 people. And they're two people. There is literally no one else who can go with him/them.
Sandalphon isn't exactly happy about this. He gives his companion a look that could be best described as if a dragon were to sit and immediately crush him and spare him this dungeon spelunk...he wouldn't be happy, per se, because he'd be dead, but at the same time it would be a mercy to be freed from the bonding that lay ahead.
And then he turned away, towards the rest of the dungeon.
The forest aesthetic wasn't too bad, even if it wasn't that interesting as things went.
...mgr. Sigh.]
Which way.
[Notice that there's not a question mark involved, indicating it's more a statement than a question.]
[A dungeon is a dungeon, and they need to be conquered. There are treasures to be found, enemies to defeat, and whatever curse lay on this dungeon would then be lifted.
But also, it would mean that they wouldn't have to be stuck with each other after. Not that she minded, since Vietnam was often patient with company that she would withhold judgement until she got to know them better, but Sandalphon here didn't seem to be very keen about this. He's just down right prickly.
Either way, they have no map. They probably need to find a map.]
With no map, I cannot say that where I will point will be accurate, but perhaps we will be able to look for one. [And a compass. Wait a second, is this LoZ--] Let's do the obvious, and go forward. [And with one step forward, it's time to get into this forest.]
[Imagine this: Deep beneath the choppy waters of some generic ocean there is a kingdom that wasn't known to the people topside. Technology hasn't advanced enough to reach the depths that housed the grandeur that was Veriser, sister city to Antlantica just down the trench. If anyone asked, Veriser came first – it did not matter that the sea scrolls got misplaced proving the bold proclamation. The reigning mer-clan had been there since the very beginning and were known for their honesty (or so they said) and grace (again, self-proclaimed). Of course, their current King, a flamboyant merman with fair hair and skin named Francis, was probably the most passionate devotee to his family's legacy.
Tonight was the ball celebrating Veriser's founding and the engagement of his eldest daughter in a classic two for one that ensured that there was going to be a lot of kelp shots and sea glam. There had been elaborate set up for food, music, the guests and their seating, and of course a dance – because what ball wouldn't be complete with a very technical dance routine by the rest of his daughters (and a son but he was terribly shy). Having put the final touches into place, he notes that one thing is missing. Sen, his middle daughter, had been conveniently absent from rehearsal.
She'd always been a free spirit but this was not the time, and he finds himself at her door, knocking impatiently.]
Sen! Open this door at once!
[Who even knew if she was in there? The idea makes him want to use his head to bang on the door instead of his hand.]
[Now, Sen had always been diligent. A good daughter (usually), organised, resourceful. Heck, she could've organised this whole party if asked, just for her older sister. Problem. She also liked to rebel when it came to her father just because she valued her independence a little too much.
And part of that, the very technical dance routine? She didn't want part of it. It was embarrassing, a little too seductive for her liking, at least not in front of so many merpeople? Come on.
Now, she was about to sneak out the window so that her family wouldn't be able to see or know she was there and then make some excuse later, but it turns out that Francis has reached her room just as her hands touched the window sill. No!! This means that if she opened that window, he would be able to tell she's there. Just because of sound. Dammit all!
[-so, after some intense negotiations, The Empire (which empire? it didn't matter) had politely, yet firmly, rejected their side's offer. Politely, yet firmly, expressed that they had borders. Politely, yet firmly, reaffirmed that they didn't give a fuck as to what happened outside of said borders, and that any attempts to bring the troubles of what-lay-outside to imperial territory...well! It wouldn't go well.
But that's why they had the two of them, right? Well, more than just the two of them, but given how the Empire's famed library sprawled, they had to separate into small teams of two and three. The better to infiltrate the library. The better to find the texts they needed. The better to escape, or help others escape, when...inevitably, really, someone was caught.]
This is foolish.
[Murmured quietly enough so that the robots (for, of course, there were robots stomping about, large mechanical abominations rolling about) couldn't hear them. As if there were any nearby. If there were, they'd be turned into paste in five seconds, probably. Or at least they'd try to turn them into paste.]
[AN EMPIRE!!! They really should've expected this. When deals go south, people tend to force their way in. The desperate could come up with any plan possible, even those that sound ridiculous, but it is as they say. Desperate times, desperate measures.
Though, she would agree, there probably would be better ideas than step into a place with robot technology that could kill them.]
Not enough, considering they're still affected by the lack of success due to those negotiations. With that failing, who knows what could happen now--...
[She immediate goes completely still, and quiet, as giant steps grew louder, before passing.]
Let's do our best and we can get out of here. There is something about this place...a feeling, that I don't like. [She can't quite put her finger on it, but it's more than the fact that they're in enemy territory.]
[ Who is this charming waiter with his shirt that's too dangerously open? Why, it's Belial. He comes in, very smoothly as he sets a parfait in front of Sen, making sure he can get a good look at his cleavage as he does so. ]
[It's awful because he is charming, and for a moment there she felt like his pecs were going to poke her eyes out at that distance. He is 100% doing this on purpose. Especially since he said that. Especially since she didn't order it. In fact, it looks like one of those specials where it's staff member specialties.
ALRIGHT pull eyes away from his chest and look at his face--OH NO MISTAKE he's handsome. Okay act cool.]
Are you offering me dessert to go with my beef?
[As in she probably had a hamburger or something before. I don't make the rules.]
[so there's this map, right? a map to probably treasure! only the map in question is apparently printed on the twelve separate pieces of a kid-friendly oversized puzzle, each piece of which is hidden somewhere around town...wuxian here's got one (pastel pink) piece in his hand already, but where are the rest? it's a scavenger hunt!
looking down at the clue list in his hand.]
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie....that sounds pretty painful.
[he's from fantasy ancient china, but even in wherever this is moons don't usually hit eyes, right?]
[It's unknown grounds, and an unknown language was written all over the map, so that when Leona was given it, no one knew which way it was meant to be held. At first, it seemed like they were following it correctly...but that soon fell to peaces, and now they're at a spot in the forest that doesn't even exist on the map.]
I'm glad Cain isn't here.
[Because if she dragged him into this hot mess, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
And while Sandalphon is her comrade...well, she's more likely to bounce back from getting him into trouble verses that of Cain. Sorry :)]
"Yeah, right, she'll never agree to that, either." [That's what he had said when someone had proposed the terms of the mission to them. He had guffawed, scoffed. Snorted in disbelief.
Except she did - and Mamoru wasn't really that surprised, if it helped with the mission, Vietnam would decisively do whatever it took. She is a dutiful professional, after all. But it still the alarm signs in his head started ringing.
This had all the hints that something was going to end up wrong, they bellowed.
Yet, when they entered the building and she did most of the talking, charming her way through with a quiet demeanor through the guests; her arm wrapped around his own wasn't tugging him down because she was wearing high heels. The socialites they were supposed to spy on had already a buzz dulling their senses that it took very little coaxing to overhear the intel they came to extract. Mission accomplished, without much of a fuss.
As he pretended to nurse a glass that had more melted ice than whiskey while sitting - almost laying down on this couch, this thing just sucked you in and was going to make it very difficult for him to get up quickly if shit hits the fan - in a secluded corner, he waited for Vietnam to come back with some food. Because, to make things even better (or worse, considering your point of view), the food was absolutely exquisite.
In the plushness of the couch, he cannot feel but restless, a little suspicious. This is going too well to be true.
So when the system gives him a soft blip of acknowledgment at her proximity, Mamoru watches another socialite give a nod at her, and then at him. "Seems like he's jealous we've been keeping you. Newly-weds are so possessive these days," they quip humorously before leaving her to talk to other guests.
Mamoru almost chokes on the watered-down whiskey.]
[Whatever he sensed, she would trust it. However, she also trusts herself, and she figured that with her own actions, they will do as well as they could. In any case, she made sure that his caution was noted and filed in her mind.
...Even as she had to play the part of the perfect wife for Mamoru Hijikata. In a way, it came easy to her, as to be a quiet, calm delicate flower was something she strived to be...normally. So she wasn't the usual flamboyant rich guests, but quiet and distinguished. Yet not so much that they would draw too much focus, enough to be forgotten. Before Mamoru ended up popping a vein and dying from being so tense.
At least he played the part of an aloof famous man behind his shades well? Other socialites seem to be attempting to make conversation, but never pursuing it. And in her case, she speaks of how wonderful he is, but is a little bit shy. So after that joke, she laughs a little, saying that she adores him just the way he is, possessive and all.]
Here, I know you weren't waiting for me, but for this. [She holds up a plate filled with delectable sweet treats. But with all the eyes suddenly on them, she tip toes up on her high heels, and is expecting him to come down to meet her. In fact, she may have whispered a very quite please lean down, just so she can kiss his cheek.]
[ It was her mistake, really, for asking France to help her with the summoning. Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, all personalities and non-personalities, but Napoleon Bonaparte, like many Frenchmen before him (that's a stereotype, probably) has never been one for subtlety: when Sen's rune sparks amber-red and her mana congeals around the circle drawn in sand, he appears in a fanfare of sparks and gold-yellow light, taking up much more space than anyone rumored to have a small stature has any business occupying.
A grand army of one.
Wide shoulders roll once, twice; bright eyes fix themselves on his summoner, and gleam in understanding and recognition.
Napoleon laughs. ]
—So! You're my Maitre! [ Thrilled, enchanted, charmed— he steps out of the summoning ring, one hand to his chin and one brow raised. ] Ooh la la! What a fine woman— now I'm really motivated. Servant Archer, here to promise you victory and hope!
[She made a mistake, but he was the only person she could contact at the time, and one she has enough power over to tell him to shut up and stop asking too many questions about what she was going to do.
But her mistake was that, using the catalyst, Sen didn't think through the rest of it: Of course she'll end up with a Frenchman. Of course, he'd be as French as he could be.
What she didn't expect was this giant man to step out of the circle. Becuase knowing what she used to summon him, making the slow connections...was this really him?]
Y-you're, Servant Archer? [She clears her throat, trying to remain as cool as she can in the presence of someone who she can tell, is dripping with charm and charisma. She'll have trouble with this one.] You need not call me your Master. Just Sen, will do. [And she already bows her head politely.
Oh god bowing her head was a mistake now she can see his chest even better at this angle. FRANCE. WHY THIS.]
[The whole family had been cursed, or so the story went. He didn't know for sure - he was a stranger in a strange land, but Lancelot had the feeling. It nagged at him, but he had the feeling that he wasn't being told everything. But what was he missing? He didn't know. He came from elsewhere. He didn't have context.
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]
[On the other hand, someone was ready to run away from everything in order to regroup and take on the undead skeletons. However, when she does, it looks like the skeleton crowd was thinning that it could only mean someone else was there.
The smart side of her says keep running, someone else can handle it. The compassionate side of her tells her she needs to help. So she follows the undeed up until...
[It's been a Long day for Nightingale. Their Master, for some reason, did quite a lot of summoning and there more than a few new Servants today that needed examinations. The fact that they didn't want to sit down for her kind of medical examination? Not her fault.
At least Miss Sita was among the new Servants. Rama was at least happy again with her by his side. That made it all worth it.
That said, though? She was tired. Tired enough that she was taking a brief nap, leaning her head against her desk. She only stirs when she hears two pairs of footsteps.]
Civilians aren't allowed into the medical area without permission.
[It's slurred as she stands up, turning around to face the intruders.]
[ Inigo's no stranger of ending up in different worlds. First, going back in time to prevent the deaths of everyone he loved. Second, going to another world, or perhaps time in order to protect that world from being destroyed, giving up most of the things he loved along the way.
And now.
This world filled with roaring metallic... horses to his left and right. The busy din of a single day of a nondescript city unlike anything he's ever seen before. And he seemed to be in the middle of the road if all the annoyed look these riders are enough clues as it is.
Do they even understand the common tongue, here? Was his first thought. Either ways, weaving his way, Inigo navigated through the street and ended up on the sidewalk, on which he was almost run over by one of the metallic scooters riding there. Being yelled at on a language that he's never heard before, Inigo found it funny that...
For the first time, he might be completely lost. ]
[Inigo, you need to be more confused at being in different worlds all the time!
In fact, one of the people who almost ran him over was this one, and she swerved away in time, and thankfully no accident followed. It gave her time to park, drag him back onto the sidewalk and then took her helmet off.]
Goodness! Are you alright? [Because he looked like he wasn't from around her, she wasn't going to scold him. Yet.]
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give me vietnam
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SO FROM THIS: http://creativichee.tumblr.com/miniscenario
1. Vietnam and Taigong got handcuffed together and lost the key.
2. Vietnam and Taigong eating dinner together
3. Taigong and Vietnam meet during the zombie apocalypse. Vietnam needs Taigong's help.
4. Taigong and Vietnam play an MMO together.Taigong is the tank and Vietnam is the healer. (except Orochi verse let's do that)
5. Vietnam and Taigong wearing each other's clothes.
WHICH ONE SHOULD WE DO
boops
Anyway, here comes Siete. He even subtly gelled his hair. ]
Looking fine today, my dear Sen. May I have a dance?
HELP
Anyway here's Shitete--SIETE, and she's looking around wondering why he asked her, of all people.]
A-ah, well! Thank you! You are looking very nice yourself. [She clears her throat. Did he manage to tame his hair? Oh no, there it is, just still a little bit wild.] I am no good at dancing, so if you do not mind guiding me, then you may.
GAHAHAHAH
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VIETNAM
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2. France and Vietnam go on a road trip.
3. Vietnam and France watching the sunset.
4. France has something that Vietnam desperately wants or needs. France won't give it up easily.
5. France as a film noir detective and Vietnam as the desperate client.
I GENERATED A SAMPLE which do we want, or should we do Viet visiting France /eyes emoji
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Whichever you want.
You know?
Counter was good.
Counter was really good.
So there was the server. Bouncing between him, the person to his right, and dealing with the mess. And that was how he ended up with some triple chocolate fudge monstrocity which rotted his teeth when he looked at it. He could feel them rotting. He had no desire to touch it. Even chocolate lovers might have some hesitation.]
He-
[And the server was gone. And so he took the thing, and he stared at it. He nearly tried it. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to. All he wanted was eggs. And then this. And then all of this. He just wanted a night away from the creepy golem factory in the basement but could he have that? No?
Apparently not.
And so he sighed and pushed the chocolate...thing to his right.]
time to test drive a boi...and slowly fill his icons...
[Sadamune had his hand raised (that's what they do here, right?) when the server was coming over to hand out all the food. His was late, being that it was a busy night and all, but he still had orders that needed to come out in takeaway boxes so he can bring back to his favourite family! Except, it was taking forever, and he was wondering if and when they will come out. Micchan might be patient with him, but Kara won't enjoy the cold food...hmm...
That is, until a distraction arises, and one of the fanciest dishes he saw here is right before his eyes. Or at least, because the person to his left pushed it aside. Towards him.]
W-whoa! What's this? Looks kind of cool!
In which we try this again.
Sandalphon isn't exactly happy about this. He gives his companion a look that could be best described as if a dragon were to sit and immediately crush him and spare him this dungeon spelunk...he wouldn't be happy, per se, because he'd be dead, but at the same time it would be a mercy to be freed from the bonding that lay ahead.
And then he turned away, towards the rest of the dungeon.
The forest aesthetic wasn't too bad, even if it wasn't that interesting as things went.
...mgr. Sigh.]
Which way.
[Notice that there's not a question mark involved, indicating it's more a statement than a question.]
WE'RE DOING IT
But also, it would mean that they wouldn't have to be stuck with each other after. Not that she minded, since Vietnam was often patient with company that she would withhold judgement until she got to know them better, but Sandalphon here didn't seem to be very keen about this. He's just down right prickly.
Either way, they have no map. They probably need to find a map.]
With no map, I cannot say that where I will point will be accurate, but perhaps we will be able to look for one. [And a compass. Wait a second, is this LoZ--] Let's do the obvious, and go forward. [And with one step forward, it's time to get into this forest.]
YEAH. 1/2
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Quick: country and angel, total depowerment, or two humans?
country and angel, total depowerment time!
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Vietnam (it was weird not calling her Vietnam oh God)
Tonight was the ball celebrating Veriser's founding and the engagement of his eldest daughter in a classic two for one that ensured that there was going to be a lot of kelp shots and sea glam. There had been elaborate set up for food, music, the guests and their seating, and of course a dance – because what ball wouldn't be complete with a very technical dance routine by the rest of his daughters (and a son but he was terribly shy). Having put the final touches into place, he notes that one thing is missing. Sen, his middle daughter, had been conveniently absent from rehearsal.
She'd always been a free spirit but this was not the time, and he finds himself at her door, knocking impatiently.]
Sen! Open this door at once!
[Who even knew if she was in there? The idea makes him want to use his head to bang on the door instead of his hand.]
AND HIM NOT FRANCE...GOD
And part of that, the very technical dance routine? She didn't want part of it. It was embarrassing, a little too seductive for her liking, at least not in front of so many merpeople? Come on.
Now, she was about to sneak out the window so that her family wouldn't be able to see or know she was there and then make some excuse later, but it turns out that Francis has reached her room just as her hands touched the window sill. No!! This means that if she opened that window, he would be able to tell she's there. Just because of sound. Dammit all!
THINK.
She remains still for now.]
It's always weird. Always.
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But that's why they had the two of them, right? Well, more than just the two of them, but given how the Empire's famed library sprawled, they had to separate into small teams of two and three. The better to infiltrate the library. The better to find the texts they needed. The better to escape, or help others escape, when...inevitably, really, someone was caught.]
This is foolish.
[Murmured quietly enough so that the robots (for, of course, there were robots stomping about, large mechanical abominations rolling about) couldn't hear them. As if there were any nearby. If there were, they'd be turned into paste in five seconds, probably. Or at least they'd try to turn them into paste.]
I don't know what they were thinking.
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Though, she would agree, there probably would be better ideas than step into a place with robot technology that could kill them.]
Not enough, considering they're still affected by the lack of success due to those negotiations. With that failing, who knows what could happen now--...
[She immediate goes completely still, and quiet, as giant steps grew louder, before passing.]
Let's do our best and we can get out of here. There is something about this place...a feeling, that I don't like. [She can't quite put her finger on it, but it's more than the fact that they're in enemy territory.]
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okay here we go
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oh okay. we just keep ntr-ing ourselves anyway
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A sweet climax to your meal, dear customer.
[ Did she even order this? Who knows. ]
LOLASJLKAS
ALRIGHT pull eyes away from his chest and look at his face--OH NO MISTAKE he's handsome. Okay act cool.]
Are you offering me dessert to go with my beef?
[As in she probably had a hamburger or something before. I don't make the rules.]
anybody
looking down at the clue list in his hand.]
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie....that sounds pretty painful.
[he's from fantasy ancient china, but even in wherever this is moons don't usually hit eyes, right?]
IT'S TIME
That's a song...I wonder if it is related to the song, or we're meant to take that literally.
TIME TO i have no idea what i wrote up there
HEH
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makes them coteachers so they can make out i mean what (lmk if i gotta edit!)
you mean i wasn't thinking about make outs (wait)
elmo voice: nasty
candy crush voice: tasty
kjasdskj
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cain's neesama
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I'm glad Cain isn't here.
[Because if she dragged him into this hot mess, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
And while Sandalphon is her comrade...well, she's more likely to bounce back from getting him into trouble verses that of Cain. Sorry :)]
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Except she did - and Mamoru wasn't really that surprised, if it helped with the mission, Vietnam would decisively do whatever it took. She is a dutiful professional, after all. But it still the alarm signs in his head started ringing.
This had all the hints that something was going to end up wrong, they bellowed.
Yet, when they entered the building and she did most of the talking, charming her way through with a quiet demeanor through the guests; her arm wrapped around his own wasn't tugging him down because she was wearing high heels. The socialites they were supposed to spy on had already a buzz dulling their senses that it took very little coaxing to overhear the intel they came to extract. Mission accomplished, without much of a fuss.
As he pretended to nurse a glass that had more melted ice than whiskey while sitting - almost laying down on this couch, this thing just sucked you in and was going to make it very difficult for him to get up quickly if shit hits the fan - in a secluded corner, he waited for Vietnam to come back with some food. Because, to make things even better (or worse, considering your point of view), the food was absolutely exquisite.
In the plushness of the couch, he cannot feel but restless, a little suspicious. This is going too well to be true.
So when the system gives him a soft blip of acknowledgment at her proximity, Mamoru watches another socialite give a nod at her, and then at him. "Seems like he's jealous we've been keeping you. Newly-weds are so possessive these days," they quip humorously before leaving her to talk to other guests.
Mamoru almost chokes on the watered-down whiskey.]
Alright?
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...Even as she had to play the part of the perfect wife for Mamoru Hijikata. In a way, it came easy to her, as to be a quiet, calm delicate flower was something she strived to be...normally. So she wasn't the usual flamboyant rich guests, but quiet and distinguished. Yet not so much that they would draw too much focus, enough to be forgotten. Before Mamoru ended up popping a vein and dying from being so tense.
At least he played the part of an aloof famous man behind his shades well? Other socialites seem to be attempting to make conversation, but never pursuing it. And in her case, she speaks of how wonderful he is, but is a little bit shy. So after that joke, she laughs a little, saying that she adores him just the way he is, possessive and all.]
Here, I know you weren't waiting for me, but for this. [She holds up a plate filled with delectable sweet treats. But with all the eyes suddenly on them, she tip toes up on her high heels, and is expecting him to come down to meet her. In fact, she may have whispered a very quite please lean down, just so she can kiss his cheek.]
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A grand army of one.
Wide shoulders roll once, twice; bright eyes fix themselves on his summoner, and gleam in understanding and recognition.
Napoleon laughs. ]
—So! You're my Maitre! [ Thrilled, enchanted, charmed— he steps out of the summoning ring, one hand to his chin and one brow raised. ] Ooh la la! What a fine woman— now I'm really motivated. Servant Archer, here to promise you victory and hope!
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But her mistake was that, using the catalyst, Sen didn't think through the rest of it: Of course she'll end up with a Frenchman. Of course, he'd be as French as he could be.
What she didn't expect was this giant man to step out of the circle. Becuase knowing what she used to summon him, making the slow connections...was this really him?]
Y-you're, Servant Archer? [She clears her throat, trying to remain as cool as she can in the presence of someone who she can tell, is dripping with charm and charisma. She'll have trouble with this one.] You need not call me your Master. Just Sen, will do. [And she already bows her head politely.
Oh god bowing her head was a mistake now she can see his chest even better at this angle. FRANCE. WHY THIS.]
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BEACH EPISODE?
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drops this, leaves
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]
LEAPS
The smart side of her says keep running, someone else can handle it. The compassionate side of her tells her she needs to help. So she follows the undeed up until...
...She finds him with an unfair advantage.]
You have armour?!
apparently didn't catch you in time ig
it's okay i was floating in time and it was amazing
was it really
yes. like real slo mo
That sounds pleasant, actually.
HEH also does more slo mo
jfc shams i should cry on you on plurk in a second actually
CRY ON ME ANY TIME 4 REAL
i'm just going to leave this for you, you know what you did.
At least Miss Sita was among the new Servants. Rama was at least happy again with her by his side. That made it all worth it.
That said, though? She was tired. Tired enough that she was taking a brief nap, leaning her head against her desk. She only stirs when she hears two pairs of footsteps.]
Civilians aren't allowed into the medical area without permission.
[It's slurred as she stands up, turning around to face the intruders.]
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And now.
This world filled with roaring metallic... horses to his left and right. The busy din of a single day of a nondescript city unlike anything he's ever seen before. And he seemed to be in the middle of the road if all the annoyed look these riders are enough clues as it is.
Do they even understand the common tongue, here? Was his first thought. Either ways, weaving his way, Inigo navigated through the street and ended up on the sidewalk, on which he was almost run over by one of the metallic scooters riding there. Being yelled at on a language that he's never heard before, Inigo found it funny that...
For the first time, he might be completely lost. ]
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In fact, one of the people who almost ran him over was this one, and she swerved away in time, and thankfully no accident followed. It gave her time to park, drag him back onto the sidewalk and then took her helmet off.]
Goodness! Are you alright? [Because he looked like he wasn't from around her, she wasn't going to scold him. Yet.]
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