#keycapture

“... Internet...?

“My master mentioned it once or twice, but I’m not sure what it is exactly. You can get any sort of information from it at any time, I think? Modern technology is truly amazing.”

My muse: Litchi

Do I know your muse(s): hell yeah | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | citta

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | well we’re kinda in the middle of something so…?

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate? | family, real or adopted (MAMA LAICH) | dating or blind date?????? | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded (I’m sure Seven knows self defense but listen) | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

Closed Starter for [ @keycapture ]

Three. Weeks.

It has been three weeks since Elizabeth III had woken up here. She was absolutely convinced that someone had abducted her just to abandon her in the middle of a gross place. All hope of him finding her and bringing her home has since been lost, so now it’s time to take things into her own paws. She has never been outside on her own before, but she is sure she can harness some sort of instinct. Rather, she hopes she does as she wanders around the streets.

Hours go by before Elizabeth III decides to finally take a break, sitting with a frustrated huff. She hadn’t gotten a single lead as to where she was or where her home may be, all she’s gotten is tired and hungry. She looked around her surroundings, tail flicking as she watched people and strange creatures walk by.

Thanks to his summoning, Mikazuki had many an opportunity to learn about modern day technology. It was still a lot to take in, the other swords never let go of how he had tried to use a remote control like a cell phone, but he liked to think that he had made a lot of strides. For instance, he knew to be wary of cars, and he also knew what a television was. However, he’d never actually seen a screen this big.

It had to be more than three people tall, no question. The colors the display was capable of producing were close to reality. It was so crisp and clean, Mikazuki couldn’t help but stare.

And he stared. He must have stared for a solid twenty minutes. It was only when the same ad for the newest Dyson vacuum played for its fifth time did he turn and address the nearest person he could find.

“Excuse me,” he politely started, “If a television is bigger than average, does it have more light and colors inside of it?”