OPEN POST 2018

[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)
3. ????
4. Profit



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I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys







COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS
I can whip them out if you ask






STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best

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COME AT HER LUPIN

[misstrust]

[ but you get to write the starter this time ]

forgive my temporarily dead icons

[heartsteals]

[ for Lupin, that night hadn't really been anything out of the ordinary. True, he hadn't expected to wrap up an "innocent" "bystander" in the ordeal - but these things happen. What's a great heist without a surprise or two? Impey had eventually showed up at the specified Plan B location, complaining about car trouble (his usual excuse), and the two of them had safely made off with his bounty of stolen diamonds. Once again, the gentleman thief Arsene Lupin vanished into the night as swiftly as he'd appeared.

Since then, things had been fairly quiet. He wasn't going to complain about that; peace and quiet was nice. But he also knew it usually meant things were brewing right beneath the surface - especially in London. It wouldn't do for him to slack off; he had to keep an eye out and an ear pressed to the floor. Which is exactly how he ended up here: an enormous banquet party being held in one of the Queen's own castles.

Naturally, he's under a pseudonym; also naturally, the Queen herself isn't here, or he'd probably be in trouble. There's no better way to keep a finger on the pulse on the flow of money in the city than to listen closely at these kinds of events, and he's a bit of a natural at it, socializing easily - but not too easily, with various aristocrats here and there. During a break in the conversation, he flits off to the h'ors d'oeuvres table to politely grab a little bite to eat.

And locks eyes with a familiar face, and almost immediately chokes on his shrimp puff. What the hell is she doing here?! He'd formulate a plan, but he's currenly got a ball of pastry lodged in his airways - so the best he can do is try to flee (also politely) to one of the balconies, and hope she didn't recognize him. ]

he's pretty regardless

[misstrust]

[ There's a certain benefit to having nobility on your side-- and Princess may not hold as much sway as the Queen herself, but she does get invited to all of the royal functions, and that includes bringing along her "ladies" to attend to her.

Which can be Ange's job, or Beatrice's, because Chise's job is to listen from the shadows and Dorothy's job is to loosen some lips. It's one of those times where she's both relieved and disgusted that men of this caliber are usually so weak to a bit of exposed skin and some sultry smiles.

And she's gained a fair bit of information already, stuff she's smiled vapidly at, even as she's filed it away to commit to memory. After a moment to sip her champagne, she'll head back into the fray.

... Except that was the plan and not the actuality, not when she glances up and meets the amber eyes of--

Ugh.

Even when she glances away, she meets Ange's eyes from across the crowded room, who has definitely noticed the imperceptible stiffening of her shoulders. And with that, she knows that she's going to have to address this.

"Ballroom gown" attire is a lot different than "Getaway Driver" attire, but she knows he's recognized her. It doesn't stop Dorothy from continuing the poised, coy act as she sashays her way out to that same balcony and speaks with an air of surprise. ]

Ah, Monsieur. How unexpected to see you here.

true

[heartsteals]

[ He's good at remembering faces - one of his many miscellaneous talents. She's looking much more prim and proper than the last time he saw her, true, but there's no doubt that's the same woman whose car he "borrowed" not long ago. Lupin had been banking on never seeing her again; certainly not in a place like this where being recognized could seriously jeopardize his well-being and thieving lifestyle.

When he hears her coming up behind him, all he can do is swallow down the rest of that shrimp puff and pray that she's not the type to hold a grudge. ]

Ah... I'm afraid I haven't any idea what you mean, my dear, [ he says as he turns around - but the faint stiffness in his posture and voice shows that he already knows he's lost this one. But a man has to try, right? ]

monamona!!!

[jokered]

[i leave this one to u but i will get the next prompt when i have one.]

please tag garaiya

[garaiya]

an 18-year-old chuunibyou ninja-in-training from edo-period japan, in an alternate timeline where the toyotomi clan defeated the tokugawa shogunate at the battle of sekigahara. he is terribly shy and not good in social situations, and is easily embarrassed; he tries to act cool and different to cover this up, but in reality, he's just lonely and struggling with some tragic backstory things.

if you pay attention to him and include him, he will love you forever. actually a very talented ninja. his hobbies are collecting foreign teas, reading, and sewing. he specializes in curse ninjutsu and manipulates two dolls (handmade) named lucifer and dark element.

[hellphone]

[ I am throwing a fourteen-year-old member of the armed detective agency (formerly an assassin for the mafia) with a love of food and a rather quiet demeanor in your direction, have at thee because I hate starters. ]

[garaiya]

[ It's raining. Very hard. To make things worse, it's one of those rare days where the Master of Intelligence Dragon-God Garaiya chose to leave his sanctified Requiem Point and venture out into the unforgiving mortal plane... in other words, he's off library duty today and is thus left with nowhere in particular to be. In the heat of the moment, brooding mysteriously by the river in the rain had sounded like a good idea. Now that he's halfway to the river with no umbrella and some very wet shoes, he's reconsidering his prior decision.

There's a small, bedraggled-looking ninja crouched by the side of the road, with two small stuffed animals huddled up near him. Instead of looking dark and mysterious, he just looks kind of sad and pathetic. Alas. ]

Umu... We've made a grave error. The purifying power of these holy rains is a burden to our sinful body, not a blessing. As is fitting for one damned to eternal loneliness for his deeds. Heheheh... hah.

[ sigh. ]

HIT ME SIB

[purrtagonist]

[in memory of arsene being a sacrifice in almsot every playthrough of p5 ever]

i miss u arsene

[heartsteals]

[ it's a strange feeling - not dissimilar to waking up, but not the same, either - when he opens his eyes again. Lupin has never put stock in the spiritual; that said, he has no better way of describing his experience than an incubation of his soul. His individual self was gone, yet he lived on, somehow, connected to the whole of humanity by a tether he didn't fully understand, not conscious of their thoughts but sensitive to their feelings. Time hadn't mattered. Neither had mortality. The very core of himself, whatever made him Lupin, didn't die. It had continued to exist, sleeping, waiting for the moment that would awaken him again.

As he'd find out later, that was called the "cognitive world." And it wasn't a moment he'd been waiting for - it was a person. Frankly, it still didn't make a lot of sense to him. But he heard someone call his name in his moment of need, and just like that, the chain was pulled taut - he was dragged back into the world, his consciousness lying just beside the boy's like a shadow, feeling his needs and wants and his situation innately rather than seeing them himself. Their hearts beat as one.

Until they didn't. Until Lupin suddenly remembered that he wasn't just a shadow or a fragment, he was a person once, and -- well, all this to say that he's currently sitting at a booth after hours in a little Japanese cafe, waiting for Akira to finish making his five-alarm curry. This isn't the first time he's manifested like this; even if it had been, this setting was familiar to him, as was the boy behind the counter. He'd been with him the whole time, after all. It should be shocking, all things considered, but it's just... not.

Like he said, it still doesn't make a lot of sense to him. But he is hungry. That part's straightforward. ]

You know, I always thought it looked delicious... You better not disappoint me.

muffled "in the arms of the angels" plays in the distance

[purrtagonist]

[this whole scene-- a different sort of thief, from a different sort of life, tucked into a booth while someone sharing his heart and soul cooked him extra spicy volcano curry-- was unlike anything Akira had seen before. and by now, he had seen a lot, so that was really saying something]

[but the Metaverse always had been-- and always would be-- something strange and unknown and unexplainable. even Mona couldn't make heads or tails of the circumstances surrounding this young gentleman's appearance. Akira's first instinct was simple-- Persona. he could still feel it, those echoing words seared into the back of his brain: I am thou, thou art I. but no Persona could stay manifested in the real world like this. and although Personas came with their own set of "emotions" (sort of; it was a complicated line), they were still a part of him. an aspect of his personality. a manifestation of his soul]

[this man? was his own person, somehow in tune with Akira and yet not all at once. and that's what made him a puzzle]

[but puzzles aren't always meant to be solved in a day, and Joker is nothing but good at rolling with the punches. and so, late this evening as Mona takes a well-earned nap upstairs and Sojiro returns home for the day, Akira fills the cafe with the savory scent of his own special spin in Boss's curry recipe]

[rip Lupin]

Your high expectations are a little scary, Lupin-san. [Akira's response is full of dry humor, not an ounce of inflection in his words] I'm not sure I can live up to the pressure.

[abandonware]

[u know who i'm here for

I can write the starter if you want!]

i gotchu... also obligatory warning for loads of nier: automata spoilers itp

[undeserved]

[ the fact that she's alive is nothing short of a miracle; it's a second chance she didn't earn, nor does she deserve, in her eyes, but it's a second chance all the same. A road that had always been closed off is suddenly open to her now - a road without war, a road without YoRHa. The road wouldn't be easy for her; she knows this. Too much has happened to her, and too much has been done by her. But the fact remains that it's open, and she chooses to walk it. She gives thanks and prayers from whatever she could call a heart each day.

There are things on this path that are clear: she mends things with 9S as best as she can, as best as she can allow herself, and the two of them make their way through this strange new reality as best they can. They may not know how to get there, but they know what they want - simply to be together. Her relationship with A2 is not nearly as clear. There's a link between them - a bond forged in the moments of her own death. That's undeniable. 2B would trust A2 with her life again, if she had to. Nonetheless, they remain distant. A2 is aloof, 2B is quiet, and 9S's smoldering hate for her sits between the two of them like a wedge.

But she's one of them, too, surviving in this world without humans or Bunkers or anything else. 2B isn't willing to let her go. And the fact that A2 continues to stick around convinces her she feels the same. ]

... A2. [ so she approaches alone one day, when she can. There's something in her hands - some sort of mechanical part, maybe, resting on top of crumpled black fabric. There's a pause; even talking this much with her is fairly difficult. ] Pod told me you were in need of repair materials.

spoilers errywhere

[abandonware]

[In the absence of YoRHa, of the machine threat, the idea of living is so daunting, simply because she's never truly been able to. Everything seems new, looks new, in this world that she has been given the privilege of existing in. A2 doesn't think she deserves such an allowance, though she often believes she deserves little.

She keeps her distance from 2B and 9S both. With her task completed, it seemed disrespectful to intrude on their hard-earned peace, and 9S' loathing for her settles heavy like a stone in her chest, makes her throat feel tight. Still, she's lonely, though she would never admit this, nor does she fully realize it herself, and the brief interactions she has with them (and the Pods) are welcome distractions from the monotony of this new peace and ever-present thoughts of her own worthlessness. Living again, when everyone else had died. It's greedy to want more, and so she convinces herself that what she has is fine.

When 2B approaches her of her own accord, she's surprised, half-tempted to look over the other android's shoulder, expecting to see 9S glowering at her. She recovers quickly though, her expression evening out.

It's always awkward to talk to 2B. Neither of them are the best at conversation, and so much unsaid sits between the two of them as a result. Maybe they would get better at it though, in time. This is something new A2 has begun to consider: a future. A moment outside of this where things would change again.

She affords the part a curious glance, then looks up again at 2B. It's always jarring to see herself reflected in someone else's face but — time. This would change in time.]

Still can't mind its own business. [It's said almost fondly, though. Almost. After a considerable pause herself:] ...Thanks. You didn't have to go through the trouble.

some unholy au

[redsea]

[ Although Kougyoku is famed for her prowess in battle, her power lies within the djinn that inhabits her weapon, and her weapon is only another tool at her country's disposal. No matter the number of victories she's brought her country, no matter how reluctant she is to abandon the little freedom she has, she is a princess first. Marriage would eventually be her duty. It's the only other way to be of use to this family.

But not tonight. She is here to accompany her brother Kouha on a diplomatic mission: a treaty with the island nation of Japan. Japan was like the Kou Empire in its fashion and architecture, but although the crowds in the streets laughed as they made merry, they were not her people. Her djinn held power over water yet when her brother was away, she felt more like a fish out of water—not one that flops and struggles for life, but one too resigned and overfed to even move. ... Er, not overfed. She's on a diet?

Her slim figure that would look absolutely stunning under all those robes drapes over the rails as she looks down at the capital below with a starry, wistful look in her eyes. Her attendants told her to stay put — the streets of Edo are dangerous at night — but the castle halls were unbearably quiet. Not too different from the palace, she supposes. ]

Garaiya.

[ The name of her bodyguard and confidant seems to make an effort to sound urgent, but it's only the work of her nerves. She peeks at him from the corner of her eye. ]

What are festivals in Japan like?

you mean soft au

[garaiya]

[ Frankly, it's a bit of a miracle he's made it this far. He'd spent most of his life scraping by on the edges of society, doing his best to use his skills to prove himself; he'd given up his clan name, his loyalty, and pretty much anyone who would take him in. But he got used to being alone, and his ninjutsu was the real deal, so here he is - doing something quite important, actually! Being the bodyguard to a princess!

And... well, being the bodyguard to a princess. Garaiya's been fidgeting and awkward most of the time, without a doubt; he was expecting more stealth missions and decoding-type business, but ninja in the empire are used for all kinds of things, this included. The two dolls that seem to follow him everywhere are both seated between the rails, as well, looking down with ... wistful expressions, maybe, if they had expressions that could change. Kougyoku was apparently an accomplished warrior, herself, but it would be rude for them not to keep foreign royalty protected, so here he is.

He doesn't know how to talk to her. Like, at all. In fact, he sort of jumps in his skin when she says his name. ]

W-what?! [ oh. the festival. Garaiya pouts slightly, fiddling with his eyepatch. ] ... Heh. These festivals are for commoners to gallivant about in. Our divine feet have never once touched their soil, for fear of corrupting the land and wares...

[ ... wait, she's royalty-- ]

Uh, I mean - I've... never been to one, Kougyoku-sama...

THE SOFTEST AU also i'll just be switching between accounts because icons

[seayou]

[ Kougyoku squints at the sky when he begins to talk about things she doesn't quite understand. He might have even insulted her there, but it's a miracle she isn't fast enough to catch it. Divine feet...? But part of him is right. Maybe they are just events for commoners. They're nowhere a princess should be...

But what really grabs her attention is what he says next. Her ruby hair whips around to look him in the eye. ]

Never? [ Huh. ] Never... ever?

[ How strange. ]

Garaiya... [ No, no. They're around the same age! And so unlike Ka Koubun. Her expression softens. ] Garaiya-chan! May I call you that? Why didn't you tell me sooner?

for anais AKA lazybones!!!

[undeserved]

[ since that evening, she's become used to sharing the bed with him. Neither of them need rest daily like a human does, and on the ship, both of them keep irregular schedules; after all, there are no missions shared between them sapping their energy, nor any real battles putting their bodies through undue stress. Even so, perhaps subconsciously, she's tried to sync up the times when she's due for a reboot with his - and maybe he's doing the same, considering it seems more likely than not these days that he'll join her when they don't. Typically, this was nothing to look forward to. Maintenance on her systems and hardware was a mandatory part of existence as an android, and for one who didn't particularly relish her life, that was all it was.

But it feels like something a little more important now. When she can lay down beside him like this, calmly, safely, she's reminded each time of the fact that he forgave her, of the miracle that their continued existence together here really is, regardless of the hardships and questions life outside of YoRHa brings. It brings her a moment or two where she actually feels at peace. Maybe even happy, if she dares to believe it.

9S doesn't seem to have finished rebooting yet; 2B is awake before he is, and she lies on her side, looking at him. Scanner models all have the same face and body, just like battle models. She doesn't admire his looks like a human might in a moment like this. But she sees his hand laying on the covers, and she finds herself reaching for it, delicately touching her fingers to his palm. There's no warmth transmitted through their two pairs of gloves. But she can feel him there, solid and real, and safe, at her side. Against all odds. ]

waves hand, two weeks has not passed

[bestaround]

[ He isn't finished, which leaves 2B with time to spare on her own. But eventually, his maintenance sequence wraps up; and before he ever opens his eyes, 9S' own fingers gently curl around hers. ]

Morning, 2B.

[ He cracks his eyes open like a groggy person might, yet contentedness still fills his features when he sees her there. It's the same kind of sereneness; and the same kind of awe they could wake up like this whenever they bother with sleep. These peaceful, quiet moments were always the ones he treasured the most. ]

Been awake long?

this is a biweekly thread apparently

[undeserved]

[ she's content to rest alone for a little while; for once, she finds herself able to not really think about too much. Existence on the ship and in this team remains confusing. She still doesn't know what her place in all of this is - between the humans and the aliens and all the things she never knew about that are so much bigger than the war. What she does know is that she has a place here, with him, no matter where in the universe they might go. That's marvel enough to keep her attention drawn for a while.

When he wakes, her first instinct is to pull away (out of some shyness, perhaps, or maybe lingering ingrained fear) but the 9S's fingers keep her from doing so; he catches her easily with nothing but a gentle touch. He's always been like that. ]

No. [ that's a lie. ] ... Good morning.

you know who i'm here for

[vermelho]

[ There's something quite bittersweet about beautiful scenery when you know this is the last time you'll see it. The snowdrops under the moonlight glowed as eerily and ethereally as they always did, but somehow they felt more significant at this exact moment in time.

Leaning down, Jed eases one of the flowers out of the ground as gently as possible; rubbing one of the delicate petals between her fingers. The first time she'd seen them, she'd thought they were snow, with each petal like a flake fallen from the sky. But when she touches them, they're cold from the air alone, and dry against her fingers. A flower, a real, beautiful flower in the middle of this never ending winter.]

What do you think Spring flowers are like? There are descriptions in books but... [ She twirls the flower around lightly in her fingers. ] They must look different to snowdrops. More colourful, maybe? Or will they be bigger and taller because they've grown with the sun?

[ It's... filler conversation. Something to say for the sake of saying it. Let her pretend that it's something she'll see, and experience. To pair the spring flowers she sees in her mind's eye with actual spring flowers, growing in the sun.

Just for now. ]

SLIDES IN

[bowiser]

[ It was dangerous to be doing this. Even with her supposed body double, she'd be recognized as she was now - and if he were caught with the witch, it would spell disaster for him, as well. Not that he cares much about his life here, at the moment. Their plan needs to work. That's all that matters.

But he can't stop himself - not from meeting with her again, not from stealing her away one more time and bringing her here. He can't stay away from her. Perhaps he should be ashamed as a Hawk Lord to be swayed so completely by one woman - but he feels nothing of the sort. Not now, and not before now, either. All he feels is a quiet resignation to the mission she's given him, at odds with the heat quietly smoldering in his heart while he gazes at her. ]

... I wouldn't know. [ he's not old enough to remember them... ] But... I'll show you next time.

[vermelho]

[ "Next time." ]

All right. That's a promise then.

[ And empty one, given what she knows and hasn't shared. But the idea of leaving some kind of memory, or subconscious drive for him, is kind of nice. Bittersweet, completely. When she really considers it, she'd much rather have the warm comfort of that promise and be able to believe in it.

What sort of life would it be like, outside of this not-quite-life, not-quite-death? Would they be happy? Would there be in-fighting factions, or peace? What kind of people would they be in this new life? ]

I'll have to keep my eyes open. [ She twirls the snowdrop slowly, watching the way it wobbles like the bell it's named after. ] Maybe I wouldn't recognise you if you're holding something other than a snowdrop.

KYTHA SUMMONING

[devourer]

[ It's been a few months since that day. The whole incident got considerable news coverage, as one would expect: a submarine filled to the brim with explosives headed in secret for a cruise ship, foiled just in the nick of time by the famous Katsuragi Yako, who somehow sank it to the bottom of the sea. Her own miraculous survival - managing to get picked up by a fishing boat while floating out in the open ocean - got almost as much press. What would have been horrible disaster turned into a tale of heroism without a single casualty.

Save for one, of course. But the existence of Katsuragi Yako's assistant wasn't recorded officially anywhere, and neither was his apparent death.

In the end, that was for the best. Nougami Neuro simply doesn't die.

It's the middle of the night; his appearance is only foretold by a loud thump outside her home, followed by an uncanny slithering noise - it's difficult to see what looks like a mass of writhing black spaghetti slipping under the crack in her windowsill in the darkness, but it's there, the tendrils unlocking her bedroom window in seconds. He doesn't bother trying to open it quietly. No, he just slides it open casually, slipping into her room as if it's perfectly normal for him to be there, and proceeds to take a few steps over to the end of her bed. His tall silhouette is missing one arm.

This does not stop him from reaching out the one he has left and immediately upending her bed, sending her tumbling towards the headboard with no regard for any comments she might have made in-between. ]

Wake up, worm. Did you think to keep my tool as a trophy forever?

[ as if he hasn't been missing for months, presumed dead, again - there's a grin in his voice like there always is. Neuro doesn't particularly care for reunions. But it is pleasing, perhaps, to gather his tools together and be made whole once again - beyond the missing limb. ]

[topslug]

[ Demons aren't as fragile as humans. It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say it's a comforting thought, but it's certainly one that comes to Yako's mind. If nothing else, the demon tool that Neuro had used to save her hasn't dissipated, the manta-like mantle still awkwardly hanging in her closet for lack of a better place to put it. It's proof, or so she'd like to hope, that some part of him persists in the world even now.

Even if he isn't by her side.

As time slips by, a rude awakening by an impatient demon seems less and less likely. Yako doesn't give up hope, but as always, it's the immediate needs of the living and present that she tends to first, which inevitably leads to well-earned slumber. Tonight, she barely stirs from her peaceful rest as the window slides open, blissfully oblivious to the other presence in the room.

Not that it lasts for long. She's in the middle of dreaming about eating her way out of a room-sized bowl of ramen when the bowl's contents suddenly slosh around her and she wakes with a start, disoriented and sprawled out against her headboard. ]

What--? [ She asks, dizzily, before her eyes focus. he's in no position to fling her arms around him, but her expression lightens with the swift, sudden joy of recognition. ]

Neuro!