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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[soulus]

[He definitely did not come here to be stabbed unless she means to cover his medical expenses.]

Yes. To be more precise, it's a tool from the wilderness.

[He will never say no to freebies—the Realm was an exception—but this isn't just a meal to which she's invited him. It's not like he's barging into her house on business, either. Now his presence won't be such an imposition, and both Fiora and the seller get to benefit from the transaction.]

[bisouled]

[ it's okay to just say you're visiting a friend so you brought a present, rufus. After a moment, she nods, turning back to him with a big smile. ]

The wilderness - that's where you're from, right? So it's like a souvenir!

[ it definitely has a different look compared to the various weapons she collected around the Bionis - Dunban will be totally jealous, she's sure. ]

I'll have to think of something for you to take back, too. Maybe a necklace or something like that? [ he seems like he likes jewelry, so!! ] Or you could try out an ether rifle! I'm not sure it'd work once you took it away from here, though.

[soulus]

[It's okay, but he refuses to say it.

Suddenly, he's that much more conscious of the pendant that hangs around his neck. As for the rifle . . . he looks aside.]

I don't need to take anything back. The food will do.

[bisouled]

[ don't be self-conscious, rufus!! she thinks it's cute. ]

Even if I'm the one to pay for it?

[ She smiles a bit impishly. ]

[soulus]

[She's way too eager to spend her money.]

. . . Well, it's your money.

[bisouled]

Exactly right, [ she responds, a bit smugly, as she beckons him along after her. ] You should know you can't stop me by now.

[ they're in front of her house, so it's not much of a walk! It's notably not the same one from the virtual reality, but it's similar enough, and, much like the other, a bit too big for one person to be living in alone. Indeed, when she opens the door to let Rufus in, the presence of another pair of shoes suggests her brother's still around, too. ]

Come in! So, how have you been? How's the hand treating you?

[ it got rebuilt at the end, but STILL. ]

[soulus]

[He recalls a small detail from the Realm when they discussed families. When he sees the other pair of shoes on the opposite side of the door, he knows straightaway who else must be here. Coming home to someone—it's an appropriate scene for a person like Fiora.

Ah, that's right. The hand he cut off.]

It's working as intended. It's flesh, after all.

[There aren't mechanical kinks about which to be concerned.]

[bisouled]

You never know. There could be some leftover strangeness from having it disappear and then all come back at once like that. I felt plenty odd when I came back.

[ this is the first time she's even mentioned getting her body back, albeit obliquely... and that's because she's waiting on him to comment first. She's stubborn and also wants to be complimented... ]

Glad to hear it's working, though. What have you been up to? Still bounty hunting? Oh, how do you feel about soup?

[soulus]

[What's a hand to an entire body?

It's an invitation if he's ever heard one, but she poses him a few questions that detract from the topic momentarily.]

It's a cost-effective dish that can provide necessary nutrition across several days.

[In his mind, that's a very good thing. The cheapskate in him loves soup.]

It makes for a convenient meal between jobs.

[bisouled]

[ this is the most Rufus answer... she can't even be mad he didn't telepathically understand her wants. A muffled giggle behind one hand. ]

But do you like it?

[ she already started working on it yesterday so he's eating it no matter what his answer is. trick question. ]

[soulus]

[He will eat anything that is free.]

. . . I like it.

[Even if he didn't like it, it'd be an acquired taste by now.]

[bisouled]

Hehe. That's what I like to hear. This one's gonna be good - I started it last night.

[ that fancy slow-cooker shit. She does look genuinely pleased, though, and she continues to chat as she wanders over to check on the pot. ]

And how are your jobs?

[soulus]

[Hanging back, he watches from behind. She's taken considerable time out of her days for this little reunion.]

Work has been steady.

[And that's saying a lot. Denizens of the wilderness are so often starved of work and food that reputation means everything for finding jobs—an unnecessary detail that he leaves out.]

But it appears that there are bigger news afoot here.

[The very fleshy back of hers at which he is looking, for one.]

[bisouled]

[ that's a good thing, she supposes. Fiora's a little hesitant to press for anything more detailed - maybe later. He was dealing with some heavy stuff. But if he's working as usual, he must have pulled through, one way or another. Apparently satisfied with the status of her meal, she puts the lid back on, turning around to rest against the counter (not the stove, she's not that clumsy.) ]

Let me guess. The haircut?

[ she can't help herself... ]

[soulus]

[Then he can't help himself, either. He doesn't even blink.]

It's gotten rather short. Did you sell the locks?

[Don't tell him that the locks went to waste. Even hair can sell for a fair sum.]

[bisouled]

I can't tell if you're joking or not. Really.

[ it's rufus... probably not... ]

It wasn't that long to begin with, you know! Did you already forget what I looked like?

[soulus]

[Unless . . . ?]

I don't forget the faces of people with whom I've worked.

[The goes for the state of their hairdos as well.

One thing is clear, though:]

It's been long enough.

[bisouled]

[ UNLESS....

that reply softens her expression, and she drops the faux-affronted front, smiling at him a bit apologetically. ]

I guess it has. [ she tents her hands in front of herself, a little awkward. ] Sorry I was quiet for so long. You probably thought the worst happened.

[soulus]

No.

[It wasn't like he was waiting for a message. He had others matters to which he had to attend. More than that, though, the quiet surely must have meant that Fiora was doing as well as she could be. After all, she'd agreed to notify him if she was otherwise—and she's conscientious enough to do that much.]

No news was good news.