formless | open rp post 2015

[Rin was waiting by the elaborate fountain in the middle of a large park. He might have been waiting there for a few hours already, because he was afraid he'd be late otherwise. Pausing in his pacing back and forth, he opened the lid of the cake box he was holding to check on the contents.]

Oh good, it's still okay...

[This was a bad idea. He knew this was going to be a bad idea. He didn't know why he let Himeko talk him into this. But here he was, standing in front of the movie theater, waiting for Momoka. Without his laptop. He was going to actually talk to her. This was going to be a horrible day.]

[Because a slender, long-haired girl is taking a walk through one of his street markets, munching on her gỏi cuốn roll and looking at the goodies with rather "critical" eyes. And will probably start haggling super loudly ~~and not unlike a certain "teacher"~~ so it may be a good thing to keep her from getting carried away...]

PROMPT: vietnam reveals a secret to izumo.

((I'm torn between monster shenangians of some sort, post-ryslig meeting, occult AU [where kitty goes wolfy], or... some other kinda AU.

OR bitty shit shenanigans, since random icon gave me this.))

Edited 2015-06-05 02:51 (UTC)

[ Taiwan's visiting Japan for a bit, but the country himself busy right now, so she's out having fun with one of his swords instead. Namely, the butler. She's somehow managed to convince him to go take the train to Tokyo with her... She wants to shop. At the station, she looks behind to face him and ask, ]

Hasebe, Hasebe! Have you ridden a train before?

[ During his time with Japan as saniwa, of course! ]

PROMPT: Hasebe helping Yamanbagiri with chores

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[When it comes to doing chores, Yamanbagiri was among those who's actually fine with his assignment. Whether it's tending to the horses or working in the fields, the work usually make him a little less self-conscious of himself.

After all, it's inevitable that he would get himself dirtied while working.

Once he changed into his working clothes, he makes his way towards the horse stable.]

[ in the middle of a long march -

(because it's always a long march with this game) ]

So, Seeker. Got a proposition for you.

[ what a strange little world they live in, where stones waken like gods and monsters walk the streets hailed as kings --

-- and where fushimi's own sword has unfairly betrayed him by turning out to take human form. noisy human form.

also, the cafeteria workers have confiscated all kitchen implements and gone on strike this week -- but rather than deal with scepter 4's hapless mismanagement of the situation on an empty stomach, he's using the bereft kitchen and he's going to cook for himself. cheaply. as practical boys do.

. . . ]

Can you cut meat. . . ?

[ semi-practical.

he should have thought this through. ]

[ they're at a farmer's market, right. except it's not a little boy holding up that five dollar bill it's nanako. is she trying to get the flowers or the carrots, who knows. ]

Edited 2015-06-21 21:23 (UTC)

[ x and Rise in dressing in drag.

insert your character of choice as x, rets go. ]

[I was going to use the random scenario generator but I thought of something even better. If, somehow, in this AU, Minerva still exists, Kasen is here, staring her down. It isn't that he dislikes animals, really, he adores all aspects of nature and acknowledges their uses, just that he hates what they're capable of. How can one creature be so filthy? He just doesn't understand it.

So later that day, he turns to Cherche, sighs like all the world's problems have made themselves comfortable on his shoulders, and he says, ]

Honestly... Master, that pet of yours is just -

[And since I promised I'd hurt him too, have an uncute girl. This particular Saniwa is on the sunny side, calm but optimistic, and never seems to ask for anything from anyone other than the requisite chores. No orders, in other words, nothing that isn't absolutely necessary, and never any answer as to why.

Then, out of the blue, for no particular reason, she says, ]

Mr Heshikiri? I've gotten a bit hungry. Are you able to cook?

[ he's at her house (nice) while she shows him how to make and bake a cake?! alright, alright.

having no sense of culinary finesse whatsoever, makoto's insistence on reading directly from the cookbook might've been a little endearing if he wasn't screwing up the steps every five seconds. it'd take a literal martyr to tolerate his sort of well-intentioned ignorance as he inadvertently swaps out sugar for salt and nearly pours too much milk into the congealing contents of the mixing bowl. someone, save vietnam from this horrible fate. honestly, save them both from this disaster in motion. somehow they've made it relatively intact so far, but it's only a matter of time until makoto makes a fatal error. ]

Ah, we need three eggs.

[ and at first, makoto gives all appearance of mild amiability, cursorily taking one of the eggs out and perching it against the rim of the bowl, like he plans to give it a gentle tap and deposit its gooey contents into the bowl, but —

no, he slams it, hard (like he's practicing how to disembowel another human being). the aforementioned egg splatters into a cracked mess of shell bits and bursted yolk running in thick rivulets down his fingers as makoto stares uncomprehendingly at his mistake.

#wow

there aren't many times in his life that makoto has ever genuinely merited being smacked upside the head for his obtuseness, but this occasion might be an exception to the rule. ]

[ They're in the repair room, the door is closed, his clothes are half-off. And she's TAPPING THAT UCHIKO ON HIS NECK AGAINST THAT THING SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT. ]

give me Momokaaaaaaa

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

Is there a Big Bro Vietman down there?

puts oil on rusty gears + guess who i want

seeeeeeeeeeeen

give me hasebe

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NOT THE BLEACH VILLAIN, THE OTHER ONE.

sword edgeworth

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cherche

hasebe

vietnam!! if that's okay

you-know-who