OPEN RP POST 2020

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit

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gimme lupin

[messianic]

[Minato can't even begin to say how it happened. Perhaps Elizabeth finally found a way to free him from the Seal. Perhaps there was some lingering, remaining leftover magic from Chroma, from the fairy tale they all lived through in some weird, strange little town outside of time and space.

... Perhaps it's something else entirely.

He was dead, so like--it's hard to be able to easily tell for him.

Because all Minato knows is that one second he's in quiet blackness, and the next he's in the middle of a cobblestone road, clutching at his chest, eyes wide as he looks around in absolute befuddlement.

Also like, probably about to get hit by a car or something, it's fine.]

THREE MONTHS LATER i'm so sorry cal i love you

[heartsteals]

[ Minato was Lupin's biggest regret. Yes, he saved Cairngorm -- and yes, he saved London, and Cardia, too, once he got back. But he didn't save Minato. And for Lupin, that nearly cancels out all the rest. Not to say that he isn't relishing his triumphs and what they brought; he's nurturing Cairngorm as they adjust to life in the human world, enjoying the proof that their bond is strong enough to weather all these hardships, and he's been helping Cardia settle in with her brother, as well, although she's become so independent now that it's almost shocking to remember the doll-like girl she was when he met her. These things are good - wonderful, even, and he can start every day with a smile knowing the two of them are safe and healthy and on their way to happy.

That doesn't mean that he doesn't remember the one that he left behind every time he looks at that strange futuristic music box he brought back with him from Chroma. It's not the first time that Lupin's let someone close to him die, and he's sure it won't be the last, either -- but it stings all the same. He broke his promise. He should have been able to change Minato's fate. As things stand, all he can do is remember his friend, and pray that when he's born in this world, his destiny plays out differently.

Or so he thought.

He barely sees and recognizes Minato before he realizes he's in trouble standing in the middle of the road like that; luckily, Lupin's reflexes are faster than his brain, and they'll be damned if they aren't saving Minato this time. It's a somewhat less-than-graceful rescue for the daring gentleman thief - he essentially just grabs Minato by the collar and yanks him backwards into the sidewalk as a loud, steam-puffing automobile zips by where he was - but the important part is that neither of them are pancakes on the road, and Minato is here and alive? ]

-- You haven't changed a whit, have you? [ is all he can think to say as he stumbles back, feeling a little out of breath despite how little he's actually done. ]

IT'S FINE SIBBU i am happy to receive your tags no matter when they come!!

[messianic]

[It all happens so quickly that even Minato needs a minute, even with as even-keeled as he usually is. He's suddenly... there, in brightness and light and busy streets, and then there's a car--not a car he's used to, one that seems distinctly older but also kind of strange, and he barely has a moment to process that if he doesn't move, it's absolutely going to kill him again and then...

Then he's yanked out of the way.

Minato makes a kind of gargling noise as he's yanked by the collar, which is an absolutely unimpressive noise to make when you're first mysteriously brought back to life, but you know what? It's fine... he's still alive, and he's not squashed, and his mysterious benefactor is--]

... Lupin?

[It's whispered... slowly, quietly, Minato's eyes fixed on the thief's face. Of all of the faces he'd never thought he'd ever see again after they left Chroma, that's...

Slowly, he lifts a hand to clutch at his chest, at his shirt where his heart is beating.]

I'm not dreaming... am I?

tag morgana

[neyouze]

DO IT

in this universe misa can understand persona mascots just 4 the sake of this thread

[lifespanned]

[ What's better than this... a magnificently cute black kitty!! Ever since she had to give up her old one due to [long redacted circumstances] making her not able to take care of it, and getting brought here with no one else she knows, she's missed having a cute and spooky pet. The affection! Unconditional affection! Seeing Morgana padding his way through an aisle at the market has her gasping, halting in her ambling shopping just to fawn over him. With a whole gasp and her hands clasped together and all. ]

Oh, wow! What a cute little guy... [ She approaches, and not very subtly. Of course, she has no way of predicting this cat is a wayfinder like she is in this place - he just looks like a cute potential new pet. Unabasehdly, she tries to scoop him up with one hand under the belly, with all the grace of someone who's owned one (1) cat before. ] What are you doing here? Did someone leave you behind?

[ Maybe it's the market's cat?! It does have a collar! ]

good

[neyouze]

Huh--

[ okay, to be fair, he should probably have been more careful about walking around in an actual store, of all places - he doesn't quite fit in here. Still, it's evening; he figured it wouldn't be as busy, and he could relax a little. Clearly, he relaxed too much. It's a stain on his name as a phantom thief that Misa gets as close to nabbing him as she does; however, when she grabs him, she'll find he slips out of her hands quickly and darts into the nearest safe spot (in a space in the shelves, boxed in by several packages of cookies.) Cats are pretty slippery when they don't want to be held!!

Not that he's a cat. ]

W-what the hell?! Can't she see I'm wearing a collar?

[ more to himself than anything... but. ]

i'm sorry for this prompt

[survivaltricks]

[ever since first stepping foot into Shinjuku in order to chase down a lead on Kaneshiro, Akira has become a regular visitor to one of Tokyo's seediest wards. most of the time he is there to meet up with Ohya, or work an evening at Crossroads for some extra spending money (and a little bit of gossip), or get his fortune told via Chihaya's impressive tarot deck]

[but sometimes? he is there to shop!! and this afternoon he has found his way into the shady "adult" bookstore just down the street from his favorite bar]

[. . . the owner refuses to sell him any "adult" books, it's fine. but as he browses the shelves, he stops and immediately reaches for. . . uh. this]

Say, Mona. . .

Do you think this book would help me be more charming?

[HM]

[neyouze]

[ Morgana is generally a good sport about this, even if the nagging-parent side of him disapproves - he's here with Akira, so how much trouble could he possibly get into? Someone needs to keep an eye on him. Even if that means hanging out with him while he walks into adult stores. Rest assured that Morgana sighed with melodramatic disapproval when he noticed the direction they were heading in -- and only the knowledge that Akira is at least above Ryuji's level gets him to take the obvious bait, poking his fuzzy head out of Akira's bag with a squint. ]

Are you serious? Come on, there's no way some cheesy joke book like that actually works.

[ ... ]

... Right?

[ he sounded confident but does he actually have any idea?? no. Maybe he shouldn't dismiss love advice so quickly, considering Lady Ann never looks his way... ]

hi sibbu

[messianic]

[I have no idea why Morgana is in Iwatodai, maybe Akira's there for a brief trip and Morgana wandered off or something, but either way...!!

It's by Elizabeth's request initially that Minato goes around and feeds the strays in the abck alleys of Iwatodai, but even after she seemed satisfied, he kept doing it. He supposes he got attached... and if he didn't feed them, who would?

So here he is, wandering around and clicking his tongue for the kitties, all of whom are familiar enough with him to trot over tentatively for... the tuna that he is offering!

It is not fancy tuna, just canned tuna, but still.

Where you at, Morgana.]

[neyouze]

[ that's exactly what happened, i like it. maybe akira is on a date somewhere and morgana is politely giving him space! Either way, he's on his own at the moment. It's always a funny feeling, getting away from Akira; on one hand, he enjoys the freedom of being able to wander around wherever he wants. On the other hand, he's always, always acutely reminded of how he truly has nowhere else to belong. The city is open to him, technically, but he can only wander the streets and look in through windows in silence.

Not that he's lonely or anything!! It's not like he's been away from Akira for that long... And it's not like he's mad that Akira's probably eating at some tasty restaurant that Morgana's not allowed inside... Not at all...

It's total coincidence that he ended up near some guy feeding the cats, even if his stomach is growling and the tuna smells cruelly delicious. He is not a cat, and he won't lower himself to their level!! So he's just sort of hanging in the background, staring at Minato and the other cats. ]

Geez... People these days have too much free time.

[ he starts grooming his paw, as if to show how totally above this he is... ]

sabrina the teenage witch au except lottie isnt a witch and morgana is still a talking cat

[oomfies]

[ Leave it to Lottie's luck for her to somehow being forced to take care of some random ass cat Misty found. Nevermind how she actually wrangled this little fella, nevermind that Lottie is allergic.. Misty's landlord simply isn't having it after the hamster incident. And what became a chore eventually became a nightmare, or some kind of hallucination of epic proportions.

Because she is talking to her cat, who is talking to her. This certainly isn't the first time they've conversed, Morgana giving attitude back when Lottie had some not so fun things to say about life (and, you know, the situation). They're in her condo, arguing in the living room in front of a TV that no one's paying attention to - ]

I'm NOT going to bed! Stop telling me what to do.. I'm an ADULT. [ She says, lowering her volume as to not freak out the neighbors next door. ] I don't even have a bed time!

[neyouze]

[ excuse you, he is not a random ass cat! He's not a cat at all! Or so he's been insisting - he says he's a human who's lost both his memories and his body, and he needs her help, which she is assuredly not providing in this moment. His little nose wrinkles, and he gives her a skeptical look, as much as a cat can manage one. ]

Your sleep schedule is all messed up! You stayed up past midnight yesterday, too! It's no wonder you're exhausted all day.

cornloops with alcohol content

[heartsteals]

[ Lupin's not the type to get drunk. He doesn't have any particular inherent resistance to alcohol, and he's certainly not tall or stocky enough for his body to fight back against it much; it's not even that he dislikes drinking. No, he likes it as much as any red-blooded Parisian -- but what he doesn't like is making mistakes. Lupin's a perfect thief and a perfect gentleman because he's so good at maintaining self-control. A few glasses of wine can make short work of that. Accordingly, the only times he indulges are when he's feeling very safe, or, alternatively, when he doesn't have any better way of dealing with some problem.

Both of those are probably true tonight. Most days when he sees Sholmes' face are instant downers, after all. Even worse: discovering the love of your life is, apparently, on pretty good terms with your arch-nemesis. Arsène Lupin is a man of legendary composure; he kept a perfectly straight face when Sholmes appeared (something the detective insisted was mere coincidence, but he really doubts it) and even when he decided to sit at their cafe table and proceeded to get aggravatingly close to figuring out the heist Lupin was still planning. Even when Cairngorm seemed impressed by that. He played it cool. Impey made them dinner that night - the count was out, and the others had long since left - and was more than thrilled to pour glasses for everyone. Now, though, Impey's finished cleaning plates and left to tinker with the car, leaving the thief and his jewel on their own in the sitting room. (He had cheerfully winked and nudged Lupin with exactly zero subtlety as he told him in a stage whisper that he'd clear the way for the two lovebirds.) And at this point, Lupin's well into his third glass when he knows he should have stopped at two, but he keeps thinking about Sholmes' stupid face, and... ]

He's not that great, [ announces Lupin from his seat on the couch without pretext. ] That Sholmes. He's a two-bit detective. Don't be fooled.

[ he's not looking at Cairngorm; rather, he's looking into his cup with one of the most unguarded (and undeniable) pouts he's ever worn. ]

[unghost]

[ It's true that Cairngorm and Sholmes are on okay terms - well, better than okay when compared to how much curtness they treat most other people with. For lack of a better term to describe it, they have a weak spot for the type that Sholmes is, and they've always been that way. "Shoed-into" being that way for the better part of their long-lived life, but the habit of them going easy on or simply getting along better with those that fall into that category extended into Chroma, too.

Here, though, Sholmes is simply an acquaintance they've chatted with a few times. Sometimes, if he happened to see them amid studies in the walls of Haus of Germain, he'd recommend books to them (which Cairngorm did look into occasionally), or they'd talk briefly whenever he stopped by to play the role of benevolent detective. Today, at tea, they'd found it impressive for him to deduce so much about Lupin's thoughts and plans so easily, how he seemed to know so much about him clearly without being very close to Lupin personally - it's a mark of someone carefully observant. Sharp, cunning, intelligent - clever, in a different way than Lupin is.

He's interesting, and familiar in a strange way, that's all. He's the type of person Cairngorm could see themself getting closer to, if they really wanted to, and if their situation permitted.

That's why when Lupin suddenly announces his opinion on the detective, they don't think much of it, merely glancing over at him beside them. Is he... upset? He's certainly pouting. It's not like Lupin to show negative emotions so openly, so they quirk a brow, relaxing against the couch's back. Their own glass has remained largely untouched, as they've yet to acquire the taste for wine like he has. ]

Still mad he figured out a part of your plan? [ That is of course the obvious explanation for his admittedly strange mood. Anyone who's known Lupin for more than a few minutes must know that he hates to have his carefully thought out plans unravelled. ] If he was really "two-bit" like you say, I don't think he would have.

[ Being realistic like they are, of course they attribute Sholmes figuring it out to a flaw on Lupin's part, or at least the plan's part, because if it was as perfect as could be, it wouldn't have gotten nailed like that over tea this afternoon. They don't intend to defend Sholmes, necessarily, but they do have to concede that he has to be pretty good to compete with Lupin in the realm of crime. ]

[heartsteals]

[ like an arrow through his heart!! Lupin's eyes widen a little at that comment, and he sits up straighter, instantly on the defensive. Cairngorm getting along with him was bad enough -- Cairngorm continuing to rake Lupin over the coals in Sholmes' stead is just horrible. He feels attacked on all fronts, which is showing through on his face quite a bit more than he'd typically allow. ]

He didn't "figure it out," he just - he had a guess that was sort of close, that's all! That doesn't count. I could do that.

[ do what... who knows, but it makes sense in the moment to him. ]

See, this is what I mean. He's fooling you into thinking he's clever and witty. But just think about this - he's never caught me once. So who's the clever one, really?

[ this has quickly become a competition in Lupin's mind, evidently. ]

poison duo? Poison duo!!

[discardia]

[ Wherever they've ended up, Cardia can safely say it's on par with her adventures with the others... in the sense that it was wildly unexpected and a bit bizarre, but also that she'd come to realize there were amazing and fascinating individuals, no matter where you were.

And even though her loathsome power still remained, she's not... really viewed as a monster here, despite trying to keep to herself. Maybe because she's met those who aren't even human in the first place - like her, she thinks, tiredly - but... it's been almost nice. And even one soul who had a similar problem to her own, who had been immediately prickly from the get-go.

Some things have improved, she'd like to think, even as it's another long night after a familiar nightmare-- and precisely why she's sitting outside on some kind of grassy cliff overlooking the ocean that now exists in this jamjar. ]

poisssonnnnn

[globs]

[ as it turns out, it's very difficult to be mean to Cardia.

They aren't a mean creature by nature, but it's how they've learned to be in order to prevent any extra suffering on their part and those around them; they try not to meet others at all, but when they do, they do their best to create generous distance between them. If they're lucky, the other party will never talk to them again, especially after learning how dangerous they are. It hurts, but after a while, they can ignore that. Simple and effective. Or it usually is - as it turns out, it's not quite as effective when they're faced with someone so much like themself. Because, as much as they hate themself, Cinnabar finds it extremely difficult to hate someone else who's lived in their shoes.

The cliff is an obvious place for them to go; it's familiar, and there aren't any people around. Usually. Once again, they're wrong. They wander up from behind, but they stay back - generously far away. ]

... What are you doing here? Go to sleep.

[discardia]

... I couldn't sleep. Not yet. I thought coming out here might help clear my mind.

[ Cardia glances over her shoulder, gaze thoughtful. She should have known the gem would be the one to find her out here, and it's why she can offer them a weary smile. ]

Hello, Cinnabar.

for fofofofififilite

[globs]

[ they didn't realize that they'd been resigned to Phos not coming back until they did come back. At this point, it's become something they've had to get used to - that first night, when they went out into the ocean and washed back up on Cinnabar's shore, they'd been torn up about it and subsequently relieved when their irritating junior made their return. By the time Phosphophyllite finally ended up getting dragged to the moon, Cinnabar liked to think they'd made their peace with the fact that the other gem was bound to get destroyed and disappear from their life sooner rather than later. It had been foolish from the very start to put any hope in them. That much has become abundantly clear; how can Cinnabar rely on someone who can barely keep themself safe?

Logically, it's easy for Cinnabar to reject and dismiss them. Emotionally... Well. They're not happy that Phos is back, of course. Certainly not. But it is a relief to know that they are safe - after all, Cinnabar feels partially responsible for their foolishness, even if Phos has made all the decisions on their own. Unlike Phos, they're mature enough to see the consequences of their actions. Unlike Phos, they're clever enough to think about that beforehand, not afterwards. Unlike Phos, they're still miserable, useless, and alone, except... ]

... It's only a matter of time before you vanish again, anyway.

[ the red gem is sitting on the beach; it's nighttime, and they've finished their patrol, but the moon is bright, and their inclusions feel active enough for them to sit outside a little longer. That, and their mind is buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. The toxin floating around them is fluid and easy to manipulate with the energy of both, subconsciously forming into shapes dancing in the air and atop their palm; the one sitting in their hand now is a familiar figure with leaf-like hair, and when they see it, they can't help but sigh. ]

[monoclinic]

[ it's true—phos wouldn't be here for long. they wanted to believe they'd played their game well in the meantime, and yet some willing participants of phos's plan saw through it all immediately. it was a small blow to their self-esteem, and they knew it was by sheer luck that they wouldn't rat them out to the others.

(even if the others were suspicious of phos, at least they weren't making it obvious, or maybe they were waiting for someone else to bring it up first.)

regardless, there is still one other gem that phos has yet to hear an opinion from. did cinnabar even know that they'd returned? it was hard to imagine them not hearing of it somehow, despite seeming just as distant as ever from those surrounding their sensei. (or whatever he seems to be.)

phos just wants to be sure. despite phos's bafflement, adamantine granted them permission to join cinnabar on their night watch. that's why they're here, when cinnabar might be least expecting it. cinnabar might have been able to hear the sound of their alloy slipping over the crown of foliage surrounding the coast, or phos coming close behind them over the sand. ]

Before who vanishes?

[ phos is holding both hands behind their back, and their leaning on the balls of their feet to see what's in cinnabar's hand. it looks familiar. ]

Eh? Is that me? [ or... what they used to look like, anyway ]

[unwantable]

[ One would think that the leader of the Phantom Thieves would have better things to do in his free time than seek out his murderer. Help his friends cope with their loss-gain-loss in quick succession, for example, or maybe even try a little harder to prepare for what's sure to be a difficult fight in the near future. But, apparently, one would think wrong. Akechi, sitting in the dusky lowlight of a certain jazz club across a table from him, his hands folded in front of him with practiced neatness, certainly did. ]

I assume you didn't invite me here because you enjoy my company, [ he comments dryly once he's decided an appropriate amount of nothing has happened. (The drinks aren't even here yet; Akechi's short on patience with him now that it doesn't serve his needs.) He's wearing the same expression he has been almost every time he meets with Akira outside of the Palace: tired, aloof. A dash of irritation just under the surface for flavor. ] Well? Let's hear it.

[ There's certainly no shortage of things to discuss, even if he'd rather not talk about 90% of them. If things were different, he's sure he wouldn't bother entertaining Akira's whims. He'd hiss and spit and bite back at the sheer sentimentality of such an empty gesture. However, being entirely frank: he has nothing better to do. The alternative is sitting in his apartment and watching the hands of the clock tick down. And, to be even more frank, he's also finding it hard to keep caring. Anger towards Akira was a flash in the pan; its remains are still smoldering, but now the rest of the meal's already been cooked, and the burnt mistake that was Akechi Goro and his plan for revenge is a heartbeat away from being scraped into the garbage. Being bitter and distasteful is about as much as he can manage. ]

[survivaltricks]

[the jazz cafe is the same as ever. . . though while the company may be familiar, the dynamic between Akira and his guest is completely different than it was the last time they were here. that's to be expected; all of the cards are on the table now, after all. . . and neither of them are hiding their decks from the other. and, in a way, Akira almost prefers Akechi's gruff, rude honesty to the smiling facade he had worn when facing the rest of the world]

[it feels just a tad bit more real]

[it's why his response to Akechi's biting remark is a soft snort, followed by Akira leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, one leg crossed over the other]

You know, not every invitation has an ulterior motive. [maybe he didn't have one this time!!!] Maybe I was just lonely.

[. . . okay no, Akechi has his number. there's a lot they have to discuss, though. . . Akira does not intend to just dive right into it right away]

text - akechi, 3rd semester.

[prison]

Hey, can't sleep.

[bisouled]

[ it will be a long time before Rufus hears from Fiora again.

He'd be forgiven for thinking the worst had come to pass, after everything she'd said. Fiora realized when she was at Zanza's feet that he never explained how he'd know she was gone, or if she was supposed to contact him in some way; she decided that must mean he had his ways, and pushed the thought to the back of her mind, Put her trust in him. That's what she'd always done. But, whatever ways he might have used, none of them would have been necessary. If he went searching for her soul in the year that followed their trials, he wouldn't find it waiting somewhere. She survived. She just wasn't responding.

Until one day. Rufus will get a message on his PHS:

Dear Rufus,

Sorry it's been so long!
I've been really busy.
There was a lot of work to be done.
all the things that happened! You wouldn't believe it even if I told you!
But it would be a little more believable if I told you in person, I think.
Come visit me sometime! I'll make you something good to eat for your troubles.

- Fiora

... she doesn't know how to text like a normal person, so it's written like a letter. ]

[soulus]

[Whatever his means, Rufus is a no-show in that time. He neglects to write to her, leaving her to her devices while he continues to work for money to sustain himself. Some things happen along the way, but he's still largely able to maintain a routine of his own. One doesn't surpass the legendary bounty hunter in his trade by lazing about.

His most recent job takes him out of the neighborhood for an extended period. By the time he returns and notices the message, it's been days since the initial receipt.

Given the timing, he wonders if she's made a miraculous recovery somehow.

When should I visit?]