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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[monoclinic]

[ sensei is just outside of the inter-gem drama enough for phos to get instant approval somehow. sorry shinsha... phos lets a smile ease back onto their mouth. the fidgeting and sudden stiffening of cinnabar's limbs is enough for them to know they guessed right. ]

I can't help what I see when I'm walking over here!

[ they take a step forward, offering up their arm; their hand melts upward, forging a little phos-doll similar to what they had seen cinnabar conjure up earlier, standing on one leg like a ballerina in a music box. ]

It looked something like this. That's me, isn't it?

[ phos brings their free arm behind their back and leans forward, their smug smile growing. ]

You can't make something look like me without thinking about me, right? Even a little?

[globs]

[ testily, Cinnabar looks off to the side, turning their nose up and away from Phos's own metallic art piece. Phos really did see the whole thing... How humiliating. Lying about it is probably just digging them in deeper. They'll have to move on to plan B: not acknowledging it and hoping Phos gets distracted and forgets the topic. ]

... Everyone's thinking about you. I know you came back to cause more trouble for us.

[ a little more honest than they intended, perhaps. ]

You're already here to cause trouble for me.

[monoclinic]

[ phos was right, of course. that's what cinnabar's reaction is telling them.

their response, though, makes their smile melt away—much like the little golden figuring phos, which collapses slowly to form their hand again. phos lowers their arm, watching cinnabar with curiosity and intent. they can't argue with that answer. they're silent for a moment as they bring their arm back to their side. ]

Well... [ they smile meekly, taking a few steps forward to meet cinnabar at a more comfortable distance. for them, at least. they're still giving them a few feet of room. ]

Some of them already figured me out. [ they slide an alloyed arm up behind their neck, looking sheepish. ] And if that was the case, I didn't think I would be able to pull a fast one on you anyway.

[ they drop their arm back to their side, smiling with more confidence now. ]

We're supposed to be patrolling, right? [ they turn towards the shoreline and take a big step. ] We should get going.

[globs]

[ miraculously, Cinnabar doesn't pull away when Phos gets closer. Whether it's because they know the effort would be futile or simply because it's Phos, they don't care to investigate. They scrub their face with a hand, as if wiping away any remnants of that embarrassed blush, before turning away slightly, looking at Phos sidelong over one standoffish shoulder.

It's surprising how much Phos admits to them. Then again, it's not as if Cinnabar talks to the others. Regardless, judging by their expression, Cinnabar's not all that surprised by the admission. And they'd be lying if they said they didn't feel a little guilt. (It is their fault, isn't it? The start of this...) ]

I already finished patrolling, [ they declare - but they begin to walk, anyway, carefully giving Phos a wide berth as they move past. ] You're late.

[monoclinic]

[ phos would have been more surprised to see cinnabar react at all, yet it still feels like a relief when they don't. it saves them the trouble of having to explain too much, if anything.

once cinnabar begins trailing down the coastline, phos doesn't seem startled by being left behind a few steps. they jog forward before slowing into a walk beside cinnabar, still a comfortable distance away but keeping an equal clip. ]

You never know when they could be back, right? Um, technically. We could just patrol again.

[ it's obvious to them both that phos is an agent from the moon and would have more insight to lunarian attacks, but they can just ignore this for now. ]

Anyway... you aren't going to ask me about anything that happened?

[globs]

[ it is obvious, and it stings a little more than they'd like to admit. Phos had asked if that sculpture was them; frankly, Cinnabar's not really sure anymore, themself. That simple gem that wanted to help them before feels awfully distant in their memories. Cinnabar can guess at what Phos is doing. They're not so sure why.

It's a sign of their own weakness that they let Phos walk with them now, anyway, they think. It's even worse that they're still talking. They should know better. ]

Would asking help anything?

[ if Phos had concocted a good plan or learned some miraculous information, they wouldn't be engaging in all this secrecy. Besides, Phos probably came out here to tell them, anyway. For some reason... ]