[ even with thigh-high boots, misaya still finds sand beneath her feet, and needless to say, it puts her in a foul mood. there’s no food, no water, no shade — but at least everyone out here has the comfort of each other. how pleasant.
there’s also one additional problem: idle socializing doesn’t really fit in her agenda. so when a gaudy pink car shows up, she hops in, clearly intending to leave driving up to the person next to her. she’s only been driven around by chauffeurs, but in the case that neither of them do know how to drive, she’d figure it out… somehow.
at least there’s nothing but miles and miles of desert, where she probably wouldn’t barrel right into a group of innocent people. probably. she’ll do her best. ]
Do you know how to drive?
[ but in the moment, her tone is cold and authoritative, and her sheer insistence would probably compel anyone to say yes, even if they’ve never been behind the wheel before. ]
iv;
[ what she wishes for is something practical and uninteresting — a creature large enough to escort her through the desert, such as a horse or a camel. instead, what she gets is puppies. a lot of puppies. within the temple, at least ten individual puppies materialize right then and there — some of them look like hunting dogs, while other ones are white and long-furred, but regardless of how they appear, they all crowd around her enthusiastically, tails wagging at a mile a minute.
at first, she tries to push them aside with her hands, but then… hmm… she looks left, right, and when she sees no one in sight, aside from the incredibly tricky genie, she places her hand on their heads, patting them gently, and she’s even smiling —
but then there’s a noise — the abrupt click of someone’s shoe, or a chuckle from behind one of the temple pillars, and the smile immediately vanishes as someone else appears.
and here she is, still covered in Very Excitable puppies. what will this do for her reputation? she glances towards the dark, charging her eyes with magic in order to get a better glimpse of whoever it is. ]
You — you saw nothing.
[ her patting them, she means. god, how embarrassing. ]
bonus;
[ for an expert magus such as her, acquiring new powers is easy to adapt to. and to an extent, she seems to be having fun with it, conjuring up pieces of ice and chucking them at the water-filled worms with ease. by now, there’s a puddle around her, which cycles between quickly being replenished and quickly evaporating.
it’s ice that tastes… inedible, however — maybe it’s far too salty, or would stick to your tongue without melting. and even if it manages to be stomached, it’s certainly not something that would quench anyone’s thirst in the desert.
in the midst of this, perhaps one of these chunks of ice will head your way and smack you — right in the head. after all, misaya’s aim with her magecraft is impeccable.
and true to her nature, instead of apologizing right away, she speaks up snappishly. ]
Did I say you could be in my way?
wildcard;
[ another prompt in mind? i’m good with anything! ]
misaya reiroukan | fate/
[ even with thigh-high boots, misaya still finds sand beneath her feet, and needless to say, it puts her in a foul mood. there’s no food, no water, no shade — but at least everyone out here has the comfort of each other. how pleasant.
there’s also one additional problem: idle socializing doesn’t really fit in her agenda. so when a gaudy pink car shows up, she hops in, clearly intending to leave driving up to the person next to her. she’s only been driven around by chauffeurs, but in the case that neither of them do know how to drive, she’d figure it out… somehow.
at least there’s nothing but miles and miles of desert, where she probably wouldn’t barrel right into a group of innocent people. probably. she’ll do her best. ]
Do you know how to drive?
[ but in the moment, her tone is cold and authoritative, and her sheer insistence would probably compel anyone to say yes, even if they’ve never been behind the wheel before. ]
iv;
[ what she wishes for is something practical and uninteresting — a creature large enough to escort her through the desert, such as a horse or a camel. instead, what she gets is puppies. a lot of puppies. within the temple, at least ten individual puppies materialize right then and there — some of them look like hunting dogs, while other ones are white and long-furred, but regardless of how they appear, they all crowd around her enthusiastically, tails wagging at a mile a minute.
at first, she tries to push them aside with her hands, but then… hmm… she looks left, right, and when she sees no one in sight, aside from the incredibly tricky genie, she places her hand on their heads, patting them gently, and she’s even smiling —
but then there’s a noise — the abrupt click of someone’s shoe, or a chuckle from behind one of the temple pillars, and the smile immediately vanishes as someone else appears.
and here she is, still covered in Very Excitable puppies. what will this do for her reputation? she glances towards the dark, charging her eyes with magic in order to get a better glimpse of whoever it is. ]
You — you saw nothing.
[ her patting them, she means. god, how embarrassing. ]
bonus;
[ for an expert magus such as her, acquiring new powers is easy to adapt to. and to an extent, she seems to be having fun with it, conjuring up pieces of ice and chucking them at the water-filled worms with ease. by now, there’s a puddle around her, which cycles between quickly being replenished and quickly evaporating.
it’s ice that tastes… inedible, however — maybe it’s far too salty, or would stick to your tongue without melting. and even if it manages to be stomached, it’s certainly not something that would quench anyone’s thirst in the desert.
in the midst of this, perhaps one of these chunks of ice will head your way and smack you — right in the head. after all, misaya’s aim with her magecraft is impeccable.
and true to her nature, instead of apologizing right away, she speaks up snappishly. ]
Did I say you could be in my way?
wildcard;
[ another prompt in mind? i’m good with anything! ]