OPEN POST 2019

[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

 

 

my muselist is HERE!

HOT characters (aka characters i'm really in the mood to play!:)
     
(axel kingdom hearts also but tags won't be ready for a while yet)

 

Comments

[swagu]

dealers choice who you want for toobs

- aloy
- legion
- nick valentine
- marcus (the watchdogs one)

[globs]

god this is such a hard choice... I VOTE LEGION OR MARCUS?!?! they would both be wholesome for different reasons... although 2B fights alien robots her whole life so she might try to kill legion at first LDJFSD

[retr0]

FAIR POINT

SWEET BOY IT IS

[retr0]

[ but you're probably going to be able to come up with a better starter scenario since I've only barely made a dent in automata so far whoops... ]

[undeserved]

i'm so sorry this sat for so long christy i turned off e-mail notifs on this post so i don't get notified when i post my own tags... WHEEZE!! I WILL WRITE A PROMPT THOUGH!! since 2B and marcus are from vastly different worlds, is it okay if i put them in some kind of faux jamjar situation?!

[retr0]

NO WORRIES SIB I understand this struggle......... but yes that’s totally fine!!

[killful]

We are both canonblind to each other but I'm strong. Right now I can offer:

- tsubasa (is okay with murderers and thieves who are nice to her because of personality issues it's perfectly fine)
- yan qing (this guy) (lupin but buffer and also violent so not lupin at all i guess)
- alisa (idk robot pal for toobs)

lmk if you're interested and I can write a starter!

[digestif]

see above i'm sorry i didn't know you were in here fdhskj... the first two both sound excellente to me...!! I'LL TAKE EITHER, whoever you're in the mood for! who did you wanna thread with...

[killful]

IT'S OK and I'm really okay with anything!

Tsubasa could bounce off Mizuki and Lupin well... She's the sort of character who would talk to and help anybody because she accepts whatever she's given and refuses to feel negative about anything, but it often puts her in danger or stresses her out. She's the chipper model student type of character. If 2B encountered her she'd be like WOW HUMANS ARE SO PERFECT... That would be a bit interesting too, especially when Tsubasa's uh, nekomimi alterego comes out.

Yan Qing is lively and flirty despite his appearance and likes bothering people because he's a idk a sadboi, so anyone works... I like the idea of YQ intercepting Lupin's heists because they're both outlaws, but YQ does it to protect the peace. Also think of the stupid chase scenes. He's also thirsty af so we can do some AU where he serves any of your characters and loves serving them so much he'd break their legs before they try to leave. uh. BUT I PROMISE HE'S GOOD. His voice is honestly stronger than Tsubasa's for me so I'm down for anything with him.

i'm here... for reunion thread

[unghost]

[ It's always hard to keep track of time on the moon.

There's no seasons, and days don't pass the same way as they do on Earth. There's no natural pull to sleep when the sun sets, and no elemental signs of when it's the right time to hibernate. It's a disorienting experience, that's for sure, especially so for creatures that live such stagnant and static lives like the gems. Still.

They'd never quite lost track of how long it'd been since they left Chroma, or rather, it's more accurate to say that they couldn't lose track of it. It felt like their duty to keep time of it, to know how much time had passed, to keep their memories of everyone they'd met there fresh in their mind. It's natural for gems to hold on like this, even if they'd never quite experienced it themself to this extent - so they tried to make peace with how they caught themselves being reminded of residents or things they did whenever Lunarians did something similar, or tried to teach them something they already knew about. They tried (and mostly failed) not to think of whether or not the people they knew were dead, or forgetting about them, or meeting some awful end they couldn't prevent.

Five years. It's on the morning of around the time that fifth year would have turned in their approximation of the timeframe, their exact counting only clouded by the distortion of time on the moon. They open their eyes from sleep, and they're not where they were when they slept in their quarters on the moon, but in their bed in Chroma. Just the smell is enough for them to know, aside from the way the colors of things in their forgotten room are odd colors and there's the presence of old trinkets from quests that they'd had to leave behind when they departed. It jolts them awake into a panic, just as it did when they first got dragged into that vile well. But the thing that sets it apart from that is that they're slow to move, like they're moving through a viscous sea. A sense of dread fills them, rather than any excitement - it'd been hard, almost impossible to leave. The pain they felt parting with Lupin, giving him that shard of themself so that they could always be with him; that hasn't started to dull. No, it's only taken the backseat, as something they try not to think about so they don't fall apart. They're not sure if they have it in them to do it again.

What if he's here? What if he's not here? They don't know which would be worse.

But they do have to know which it is. It's like pulling an arrow from a wound - to leave it in to keep the wound from bleeding out would be better. But they leave their old house nonetheless (only after confirming there's no one else inside). Just the well, they think to themself. They'll check, and if they don't see anyone else, don't see him, they'll go back to trying to find the way out again. Their steps are heavy and grievous as they walk the familiar path to the center of town, not going in the direction to Ruga, and not looking up from their path to see if the other people around are people they recognize.

When they get there, they peer inside, not knowing what they expect to see. It's just darkness, and they don't hear any signs of struggle down there. They guess that much should have been obvious given the way they arrived this second time. But - maybe he got here the same way they did. If that were true, surely he'd come here first thing, right? They wish they didn't hope that was the case. They wish they didn't feel so desperate to see him again, and they wish they could just go before they do anything their emotional state will regret for years to come.

More than anything, they just wish to see him one more time, just to know if he's alive. The last five years, that thought has been eating at them constantly. Five minutes, they think. That's what they'll allow themself to wait here to see. ]

[heartsteals]

[ Keeping track of time is easy for Lupin. It helps that he's on Earth, and that he's a human, of course - they're nothing if not good at organizing the world around them - but it's also simply in his nature to remember everything. He's a man who makes every moment worthwhile. The amount of idle time Chroma gave him had left him uneasy; when he's back on British soil, he's quick as always to throw himself straight into the thick of things and get to work. Because he loves what he does, and he's passionate about his cause - and because if he gets more than a minute to spare, he knows his thoughts will drift back again.

London is thrown into chaos as Isaac's machinations come to a head; he and the others find an unexpected ally in Cardia's younger brother, and with his help, they're able to sever that head before it can open its jaws and devour the rest of Europe. Code: Realize is thoroughly stopped; the city is saved; casualties are minor, Cardia got her family back, and, most importantly (it feels most important) her poison was cured. All of it done in the nick of time and with flair - just the way he likes it. Afterwards, their lives settle into an easier pace, although never a peaceful one. That's the way he likes it, too. There are always jewels to steal and landlords to thwart and beautiful women for the gentleman thief to save.

Saint-Germain is the one who notices first, in the way he loses focus more easily and more often than he used to, in the little mistakes that add up day by day, in the way he absently rolls the black gemstone he wears around his neck between his fingers. Impey follows soon after him, because he recognizes those lovelorn sighs and distant stares peppering Lupin's usual behavior. He never tells them, of course; he never tells anyone what happened, because who would believe him? Lupin doesn't think he'd believe himself. He simply laughs it off and gets back to work. The memories are his to keep, and that should be enough. He's sure things will get easier as time passes.

They don't. He loved Cairngorm so damn much. He's not the type to mourn or grieve for longer than is logical. Yet weeks turn into months turn into years, and he finds himself unable to patch up that hole in his heart properly; it eats at him, to the point where he's dangerously close to feeling regret. Surely there was something he could have done to keep them - surely he could have tried harder to find a way to bring them home, or a method of staying in contact, even seeing them or just hearing their voice, something, anything.

So when he wakes up in Chroma, much like they do, his reaction is quite different. There's the panic, the dread that he'll be stuck here again for who knows how long - but lurking just beneath it is hope that shouldn't be. The hope that he'll see Cairngorm again. Logically, there's no reason to believe this -- but he can't help believing it, wishing for it, until that thought is at the forefront of his mind rather than worry. 29 years old, and he's still as optimistic and confident as he used to be.

Cairngorm won't have to wait five minutes - only four. The sound of a splash echoes up from deep within the well. Then, without warning, a hook shoots up out of the entrance, latching onto the lip of the well, and suddenly, Lupin's there, throwing one arm up over the edge. (He made a point of always carrying a grappling line with him after he got back from Chroma - he learned his lesson.) He's a little soggy, and a little older, although still young enough that it's hardly noticeable, and when his eyes find theirs, that spark of his hasn't dimmed even a little, and the smile that brightens his entire face hasn't changed a bit. ]

Long time no see, ma cherie.

[unghost]

[ They're not sure what to make of it when they hear that splash. If they had a beating heart, they're sure it would be in their throat at even the small prospect that it could be him. They don't get much time to theorize about who it might be before that grappling hook catches on the lip of the well, before he pulls himself halfway up and out of the well. Before he gives them that unchanging bright smile, addresses them so sweetly, and causes their expression to twist. ]

Lupin...

[ His name comes out like a plea, quiet and gentle. They'd been standing before to peer into the well, but as soon as they see him, they lose the strength in their legs, stumbling into a kneel close to the well with a heavy thud. Their shoulders sag, and their brows furrow deeply, eyes wide as they stare into his - those amber, warm, kind eyes that they'd become so fond of. With the time that's passed, Cairngorm remains their immortal, ageless self, physically untouched by the passage of time. It's truly like they haven't changed since the day they've parted. He, on the other hand, is different, even if the changes are minuscule, and they don't want to dwell for too long on how that makes them feel.

Everything they'd held back for the last five years feels like it slams into them all at once, overwhelming them entirely - the despair of parting, the longing, the knowledge that they'd never have anyone else in their life quite like him, who had acknowledged them as they were and loved them unconditionally. They feel desperately heartbroken and desperately elated all at the same time; meeting him again... it's not too far off from how they'd felt when he confessed to them those winters ago. It's like they're being pulled apart by all the conflicting feelings they're having in the span of the moment. Of course they're happy to see him, happier than they've been in years, but they can't imagine saying goodbye another time. They really thought they'd never see him. It would certainly be less painful if they didn't see each other again, but they feel themself disregarding that thought in favor of reaching out to him, wanting to touch him above all else. To know that he's real, that this isn't some cruel joke on the account of the town.

They can't move as he comes up and out of the well. But as soon as they're able, as soon as he's close enough to do so, they have a hand at his shoulder and the side of his neck, the touch feather light and their hands shaking with what could be fear, could be pseudo-adrenaline. They're not sure. All they know is that seeing him is like breaking the dam of all their repressed emotions, and they feel immediately vulnerable and fragile at the mercy of how all-encompassing their love for him was, and still is. This reunion is bittersweet, like most things between them were, but they wouldn't trade it for anything. To see his smile and to hear his voice again, after only having memories to replay and cling onto for the last five years - they can't care about how or why they're both here. All that matters is that they are. There's something desperate in how they clutch at the fabric of the jacket he's wearing, their touch as cool and smooth as ever. Cairngorm can't cry - but their voice trembles all the same when they speak again. ]

You're here...

we're doin it

[nani]

WE'RE DOIN IT!!!

[sokagyo]

[ oh shit ]

No

Were u drinking some heavy shit last night or what? I don't wanna hear about your weird dreams of me bro haha

[mirrortide]

TOO BAD THIS LAPIS ISNT THE SAME KIND OF GEM AS YOU, HUH CINNABAR

omelette du fromage

[heartsteals]

[ as far as Lupin knows, it's a normal day in Chroma. He is aware, in the back of his mind, that this is around the time of the month when things (stupid, scary, or both) start happening, but when he steps outside to a regular-looking town with nothing out of place other than an ominous cloudy sky, he decides he might as well press on as usual this morning. It's not like hiding away ever kept anyone safe around here.

He does his usual morning run without much fanfare, only making a singular pitstop along the way - one which changes his destination. Early in the day, a (slightly sweaty and tired-looking) Lupin appears at Cairngorm's door, giving it a series of sprightly knocks. ]

Cairngorm! It's me!

[ the only one of those words that made sense was probably their name... he is not aware of this. ]

[unghost]

[ Cairngorm is predictably also aware this is around the time of the month when things start to go south, but without much physical proof of anything going on, there isn't much they can do - other than sleep the stress away. Which, is what they would be doing, if not for the fact that they're getting used to be up earlier so they're awake when Lupin usually stops by during his run. Most days, they try to be... even if it's cloudy and overcast so they're feeling a bit more drowsy than usual.

They attribute their not quite understanding him through the door to that, and also to the fact he's talking through the door rather than at them directly, so they don't yet seem too alarmed when they open the door for him, looking their usual pristine (albeit still mildly sleepy) self. ]

What? Were you saying something? I couldn't hear you through the door.

[ Their language comes out distinctly alien, simultaneously unlike any human language and also like a bizarre concoction of them all. ]

multitrack threading part two 🤪

[unghost]

[ A lot of events have muddied their relationship with Lupin - the most primary ones being that stupid harvest festival, and also his stupid birthday party that came shortly after which, in their mind, they were forced into going to because of being invited by other people who know almost nothing about them. What were the supposed to do? Not go and risk people getting in their business and asking if something's strange between them and Lupin? It's awful. Worst of all is that their own— feelings are making their relationship with him confusing too, pesky and bothersome.

After all the griping about going to that party, do they still feel bad that they somehow missed a big memo and didn't bring a present? Sort of. They guess. Only because it made them look bad, and also perhaps because Lupin seemed disappointed when they had said they were having a terrible time there. Why? Why should they feel bad?? They shouldn't, at all! There was no way for them to know how to participate in a human birthday party. It isn't even something they should be overthinking like this. And yet, the feeling remains.

They like to keep busy in times of stress, so it's predictable that they're stalking through the town, arms laden with books they're meant to return to the library to be filed away or cleaned or up kept. It's totally normal for them to check in at people's houses if they remember someone in that house hasn't returned something for a while, which is definitely the only reason they're knocking on his door (and thus breaking their avoiding streak), all unimpressed like with a typical level of grouchiness on their expression. The weight of some totally worthless candies from some quest reward they forgot about is a burden on a hidden pocket on the inside of their uniform, and they're itching to be rid of them, and more importantly to assuage the completely irrational feeling of guilt they're having. They sigh, and loudly too, when the door isn't opened after a few moments.

...Maybe this was a bad idea?! On second thought, they're just gonna start to leave like they had never knocked in the first place. What were they thinking?! Now they're hoping he's not home at all.. ]

IM SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS UNTIL LATER!! i don't get email notifs on this post

[heartsteals]

[ Considering how much time Lupin spends not at home, it's a wonderful stroke of luck that they catch him now. Not lucky for them, maybe, but certainly for him. He's perfectly aware that they're avoiding him. If he'd missed the one opportunity they took to contact him again, he'd be beating himself up over it for a while, he's sure. The birthday party hasn't crossed his mind since it ended, save for the occasional fond memory and gratitude towards his friends for throwing it at all; Cairngorm's lack of a present was both inoffensive and entirely expected, the latter all the more so after what had happened...

That, also, hasn't been weighing on his mind all that heavily. Not to say that he hasn't been thinking about it - or about them. Quite the opposite. When it comes to emotions, however, Cairngorm and Lupin might as well be on different planets. Now he's had time to stew on it all and think about his feelings, and unlike them, he's content with them. And content with them, with Cairngorm. What remains is how he wants to move forward, and that hinges on Cairngorm, themself, and what they think of him - something he hasn't discerned yet. For the time being, though, he's happy enough to wait, to be around them, and to continue enjoying their presence and the fuzzy excitement of infatuation in his chest when he's in it.

The only reason the door isn't opened immediately is because Lupin was upstairs; if Cairngorm is particularly perceptive and not completely lost in their thoughts, they might catch the blur of his face looking down through the second-story window for a moment to confirm their presence, though it only lasts a split second. He's fast on his feet, and swifter still when they're taking him towards his newest idée fixe. Soon enough, the door clicks open, and he's there, slightly rumpled button-down shirt and mussed hair suggesting he was in the middle of working on something until a moment ago. His smile's as friendly as ever, casual and free - the look in his eyes might be a little more excited than usual, but who can say? ]

Well, good afternoon, monsieur. This is a pleasant surprise. [ a beat; his gaze falls on that stack of books. ] Need some help with that?

[undeserved]

[ once in a while, fate deals them a merciful hand. Before this, they'd been submerged deep into the ocean and miles away from one another, to the chagrin of both - thus, it feels like a kindness when they're allowed to partner up again in this new realm (a blessedly dry one.) This planet seems largely uninhabited, even moreso than Earth. A rough, rocky landscape stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions, mountains like enormous black fangs breaking up the horizon. According to Astoria, there is life out here, somewhere, and they're here to find this reclusive mountain-dwelling culture. 2B hasn't even seen an insect scuttling around yet.

This type of scouting is par for the course for any YoRHa android. Unfortunately, their abilities as YoRHa androids are spotty at best under the current conditions - and, evidently, it's not just the androids losing power. At the moment, she's peering down the cliffside - far, far down, where her Pod can be spotted nestled between a few boulders. ]

Alert: Magnetic levitation system has been disabled. Attempting manual reboot.

[ its voice can be heard distantly from down below where it crash-landed, and 2B sighs, vaguely annoyed. Normally, she'd just jump down and retrieve it -- but if Pod can't even fly reliably, she doesn't want to risk her suspension and internal repair protocols misfiring when she lands... ]

Guess we're finding a way down.

cinnabar textz

[globs]

What is this?

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bonk

[saltywater]

Pretty sure that's a dog.
And some grass.
You know, the green stuff that grows on the ground?

[woventhreads]

looks like it's a dog
you trying to find its owner?

MORE... THREADS!!!

[heartsteals]

[ To the surprise of no one - least of all Lupin's other companions, who'd experienced much the same - it didn't take much time after bringing Cairngorm back home to London before he started taking them with him on missions, too. For one thing, he already knows that the two of them make a decent team; they'd done plenty of quests together back in Chroma, and he knows full well how capable Cairngorm is. He likes being around them, and there's no one he trusts more. The main reason, though, is to give them something to do. Settling in had taken a while, and there were still things they were getting used to. Once they were comfortable enough, however, Lupin was sure they'd get sick of spending time inside. They're too clever for that. Even Cairngorm can only sleep so many hours a day.

Probably.

This wasn't the first bit of thief business they'd come along for the ride on, nor would it be the last, he's sure. It wasn't anything too risky or extreme. He'd heard rumors of a human trafficking route that came through Steel London; today's afternoon and evening, he'd set aside to gather some intel and properly map out the route so he'd be able to intercept and steal the "cargo" when it came through in a few days. As long as he kept his eyes and ears open and kept from being too conspicuous, there was nothing to worry about.

Well, nothing except for nature. They'd had to go outside the city limits a little bit - and, as luck would have it, the heavens opened up barely minutes before they did. The rain is still going strong by the time they come home, and by then, they're both soaked to the skin and covered in enough mud that Lupin insists on going through the back entrance so that they don't track it on Saint's Persian carpets. He sets his hat on the rack in his room, and, as he begins peeling away his coat, declares: ]

The second I get this thing off, I'm drawing a hot bath. Ugh, my trousers are completely ruined...

[unghost]

[ He's right; all the jarring learning about the human world aside, Cairngorm doesn't do well with sitting around and doing nothing. Sure, they could do that if they had to. But it's lonely, and they'd hate it if all they did was sit around and wait for him to come back from missions. They'd hate it if they couldn't do something to help, if they couldn't forge a new life purpose out of all this change. Staying behind and inside would be the same life they were living before, even with him by their side.

In the end, they're happy he takes them along and includes them, even if his line of work does stress them out. Well, not so happy at the current moment... actually, they're pretty grumpy after being in the rain and in the mud for the last stretch of time. The discomfort is almost unbearable. Their clothes are soaking wet, they're covered in filth, and they're shivering to the bone from the cold. They're hugging themself tight while he sets his hat up on the rack, leaning down to step out of their soggy shoes. ]

...Okay. [ They say, simply, biting their tongue from complaining despite the pinched frown on their expression. Normally, if they were still a gem, they would gripe endlessly about how much this has inconvenienced them. But right now? They actually have the capacity to feel how miserable it is to be cold and wet. It's not that they regret changing to this fragile body, but it does bite when moments like this happen, and they feel the true weight of the change... but they don't want to complain and give him the wrong idea. They can endure, even if their teeth are chattering. More than anything, with the move here, they find themself having to depend on him for so much, even in day to day things - they're small things, but constant things they need help with.

They don't want to become a burden to him. He's already doing so much for them by bringing them along on these missions and helping them with life - they shouldn't also tell him that they're having a terrible time tonight on top of it. They just sniffle, undoing the top buttons on their coat with more struggle than usual. ]

I— I can wait here until you're done.

[ See? They can be tough, and let him know that they don't always have to be put first. And they can offer something to him for once all in one go! Of course it doesn't cross their mind that they could go together. ]