⇀ PROTOTYPE / HOUND.

lunges of a spear pierced through the reedy shadows of bamboo stalks, followed by shouts that drowned out the gurgle of a nearby lake. perhaps it was odd to begin a ‘training’ regimen under the guise of a full moon, but it has been some time since the last spar; the last encounter --- there was so much fighting spirit left to burn.

footsteps, however, quickly tears him away from focus. his stance now lowered and eases into standing, as the lancer beholds the individual that stepped into the clearing. blue-haired, a scarred face, dark clothing --- some kind of night-time delinquent ? 

“ oi, good timing ! ” his eyes set upon a passing stranger, a curt smile sent their way in friendly greeting as he approaches. in need of a person, the first one to come across his line of sight was bound to be invited. he continues, “ they’re ‘bout to have some kinda new booze on the table for tastin’ and nothing’s better than drinkin’ with company --- ” 

“Lancer.” Both a greeting, and an unexpected surprise. With how closely behind his back his partner would often be, now that she stands curiously glued to the windows of the many shops, it leaves his behind quite vulnerable.

“I do suppose you have a point. But there are so many interesting things to buy that I can’t really decide on one…” Or rather, Oryou often asked for far too much, and while he does have some money, it’s nowhere enough to quench her needs. “Though we look quite normal to an outsider’s eye, it probably seems weird for us Servant to be material of objects. Well, it is an unique experience…” And honestly, as a Counter Guardian of all things, too…. Would it really be fine to indulge? “Could it be that you have gotten used to it yourself?” This more… “normal” way of life.

“ eh, you can say that ... ” be quick and adapt; a style he has adopted not only for the heat of battle, but also into a lifestyle itself. the island setting was proving to be a melting pot of experiences, both new and old. each moment would be faced with a certain excitement or curiosity that allowed him to meld nicely into this ‘normal’ life. but, perhaps, that was only because of his outlook and age.  

“She doesn’t need to know what she doesn’t need to know, Lancer.”

DON’T TELL AYAKA

“What? School…? Hahaha! Good one, big guy! I’m actually on my best way to rule this whole island very soon, soooo, as a little piece of advice, more respect towards me wouldn’t hurt, y’know! Then I do have a ton of followers already!” It was a lie, but how else should he get any respect with his height. Not that he minded too much, to be seen as a kid either though, it had it’s benefits too of course. The liar still stayed still for a while, until he couldn’t hear anyone walking pass that alley again. Only then he started moving from his spot and started looking around the area.

“Hey, hey, don’t be so mean! Meeting me doesn’t have to be a bad thing! How about we have some fun together, Mr. Grumpy? You look lonely… and a little pathetic too. Did your date stood you up or somethin’?” The real reason why he didn’t want to part already, was just in case that ‘gang’ that was pissed at him, would return to haunt him. In the meanwhile it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun with whoever that ‘old’ (to Kokichi at least) dude was. 

“ hah --- ? ” island domination; not only did their appearance gave off a child’s impression, their manner of thinking and speaking did so too. and it was in those words that seemed to have unintentionally plucked a tender nerve. “ oi, aren’tcha the one who came in here whinin’ to have ya protected ? y’should be showin’ me some respect. ”

TO: Baby Lancer

TXT: i’m not stupid TXT: but you might be if you think that’s a selfie TXT: how sad 😞

to: gramps 2

“If I trip, I’m taking you down with me. You would fit nicely three feet into the ground.”

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS | not accepting😈 - Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

“ man, ya really got me, ” he says, despite showing no signs of surprise or fear at the small rascal that popped from the shadows of an alleyway. a scout around the streets of spirale under the flush of moonlight leads to a variety of encounters — one played as a prank was not short for change. however, amusement is clear in tone and demeanor as he laughs; ever the casual.