pikari Ϟ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʀᴘ ᴘᴏsᴛ

[moes]

play with me!

① Choose your character.
② Pick a character to fight make me roleplay as.
③ Reply as a blank comment, put up your own prompt, or RNG from here.
④ Wait for me to reply.
⑤ ???
⑥ Profit!

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[moes]

I'm not yet a woman!

[The young brunette puffed out her cheeks, her hair ringing due to the bells that tied up her twintails that covered her slightly cow-like ears. She was only sixteen, sixteen, and she honestly didn't like being brought in a place all alone and secluded.]

When my big brother gets here, ooh, you're gonna pay!

[Actually, her big brother was kind of useless, being the dork he was. But Melissa could attempt to be intimidating, right?]

[chemistrykills]

[Astrid giggles. She can certainly admire the girl's spirit. In other circumstances she might have made a good ally. It's a shame, really.]

There's no need for that. We'll return you to your brother safe and sound, if everything goes well.

[She shuts the door and locks it behind her. Then she makes her way over to the long table in the center of the room, her long blonde curls bouncing with each step, and pulls out a wrought iron chair for Melissa.]

If you don't mind...?

[moes]

... Fine.

[Melissa pouts before sitting firmly on the chair, folding her arms and legs over so she can sit more comfortably.]

So, what do you want from me, anyway? If you want money, just take it already. Just because I'm in a small band doesn't mean I have that much, really.

[Regardless of the brand name clothes she has on, too.]

[chemistrykills]

Oh? [Astrid quirks an eyebrow as her eyes dart over those nice clothes, but that's not a fight worth picking.] It's nothing like that. As a matter of fact, I don't want anything from you.

[She minces her way back to the other chair and takes a seat.]

My name's Astrid. I'm an investigative reporter for the Drinuin Post. The women and men you met upstairs are a group of-- well, I guess if I called them vigilantes I'd get a better story out of it. But they're a careful bunch so they like to be sure that they've got the right man before... [She trails off and taps her chin, searching for the right phrasing.] Before they finish their job. [She flashes Melissa a blinding smile.]

That's where I come in. I'm your neutral third party, and it's my job is to make sure I get the truth about what really happened. Does that all make sense so far?