( open rp post ) call me out [characters i miss playing + love rping too much edition]

[moes]

FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, UP TO DOWN:

• namine ( kingdom hearts ii )
• himeko inaba ( kokoro connect )
• illyasviel von einzbern ( fate/ ); includes both stay night and kaleid liner variants
• ash ketchum ( pokemon ); includes original series, dppt, bw, and etop variants
• bernkastel ( umineko )
• haruhi suzumiya ( the disappearance of haruhi suzumiya )
• natsumi kimiyoshi ( higurashi )
• dawn "hikari" ( pokemon anime + tyl plot from soul campaign ); can also play regular anime dawn
• akane kurashiki ( 999/vlr )
• hitagi senjougahara ( monogatari series )
• nui harime ( kill la kill )
• homura akemi ( madoka magica ); includes moemura variant
• honoka kousaka ( love live! ); includes bad vanguard au
• melissa "mucchi" crown ( original character ); basically a cow girl who turned human
• akane tsunemori ( psycho-pass )
• asuna yuuki ( sword art online )
• yuno gasai ( mirai nikki )
• yuri nakamura ( angel beats! )
• chii ( chobits )
• tsubasa li ( tsubasa )
• sakura kinomoto ( cardcaptor sakura )


BUT WHAT DO I DO NOW?
Just call out one of the characters and either leave a prompt, RNG from here, whatever. And that's it! Have fun, losers.

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[indicatus]

[The second she sees the boots, she can easily guess what they're going to be used for, and normally, any sane person would immediately get up and run, but...well, Erika has never been particularly sane, has she? Besides, attempting to move would only serve to infuriate her master.

That said, the first stomp gets a loud yelp of pain, an instinctive urge to try to turn away from the source of pain. But she quickly grits her teeth as she does her best to try to not move, to not scream. See how obedient and strong and reliable she is as a piece? She's the detective, surely she can endure this pain and humiliation...!]

Ggghh...gggaaahhh!

[Even Erika has her limits though, so when the heels really start digging in, trying to tear out her guts, that's when she starts screaming a little more in pain, and apologizing.]

I--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my master, please forgive me---eeeaaagghh!

[wiederholt]

[ Bernkastel's face remains rather neutral, twisting the heel in deeply, trying to make her bleed. She has full intention on doing so, whether she does it herself or simply uses something else.

She's slowly getting bored of just watching her get crushed under her heel.

And then she stops, lifting her heel as she purses her lips, her empty eyes suddenly full of emotion. Which is never a good sign when she starts laughing sadistically, tossing the heeled boots back to the Fragment where they belonged. ]

Ahahaha, you think that I'm just going to let you go that easily, with such flimsy words? [ Because it's not an apology that she actually wants from Erika. If that's what Erika thought, she's sorely mistaken. ]

[indicatus]

[No, of course she doesn't think you'll let her go that easily. When the boots are removed though, she takes a moment to catch her breath--however, to her credit, she doesn't move to try to check the damage that was done to her. Judging by the pain, she can guess that there is probably blood on her dress from where the heels tore through her clothing and pierced skin. Breathing hurts thanks to where Bernkastel stomped on her chest, but otherwise she can still manage it, despite the occasional slight wheeze.

However, she might still be breathing at the moment, but it's never a good sign when Bernkastel laughs like that, not when she's on the receiving end of it. Still, perhaps against better judgement, she opens her mouth to speak.]

I...I assure you, my words are anything but flimsy. [No matter how humiliating they are. But apparently apologies weren't getting her anywhere.] I'll do...whatever it takes to appease you, so...

[Use her however you wish, Bernkastel, even if that involves stomping on her.]

[wiederholt]

Anything? You'd even take these scissors and cut yourself open, Erika...?

[ What a piece of shit she's being as she snaps her fingers to make a pair of sewing scissors appear. ]

[indicatus]

[Oh dear. Erika eyes the scissors warily, going a bit rigid from where she's still lying on the ground.]

If...if that's what it would take to satisfy you.

[Nevermind the fact that she probably really would prefer not having that done to her, but she's pretty sure that she doesn't get a choice here.]

[wiederholt]

We'll see. It depends on how entertaining you make it for me.

[ Which is literally her only requirement on everything ever. But no, she doesn't get a choice. ]

[indicatus]

[...And not only that, but you've asked for her to do this to herself with her own hands. Wonderful.

Assuming that Erika is allowed to move now, she begins to slowly sit up, and holds out a hand to accept the scissors that Bernkastel summoned. Despite her attempts at a poker face at the moment, it's easy to see from the way her teeth grits and her outstretched hand shakes a little that she's not actually looking forward to doing this.]

[wiederholt]

[ She just emptily watches Erika without saying a single word before making a bag of popcorn appear. Might as well enjoy the show, right? ]

[indicatus]

[For a second, Erika seriously considers the idea of making a break for it instead of sticking around, or even attacking Bernkastel with the scissors she's holding--but, the second it comes to mind, she's quick to banish the thought. A piece attempting to attack their own master is pretty much asking for a fate worse than death...

So for the longest moment, Erika is just sitting there looking at the scissors in hand, before looking down at herself, as if debating on where to start...and then she looks back up.]

My master, you don't have any preferences for where I should start with this, do you? [She's stalling, it's obvious that she is, but the question is asked all the same. What would be the most entertaining for Bernkastel, to see Erika try to cut herself open from top to bottom, bottom to top? Make it a surprise?]

[wiederholt]

Surprise me.

[ Although Bernkastel can clearly tell that she's stalling, she won't punish Erika for it; it's clear that her piece, her doll, her toy is trying her best to please its master. And if it writhes in agony from its master's orders, then all the better. ]

[indicatus]

In that case... [Erika takes a deep breath, before she then brings the scissors close to her left side. The scissors are merely touching her dress, but the implication should be clear--presented like she's about to try to cut herself open by starting right near where her heart should be, as if she might cut the object out itself and present it as a gift to her master.

But she doesn't do much yet, simply keeping the scissors hovering for a second, before inching them slowly closer to herself. Maybe she's waiting for something--a miracle, perhaps, that would save her from having to do such a thing?

...Ha, who are we kidding. The witch of miracles is watching with a bag of popcorn; she clearly expects us to put on a show.]

[wiederholt]

[ If she dared to ask Bernkastel herself, she would simply reply with the red: a miracle will not be happening for Erika Furudo. She just watches on, looking bored for a moment before speaking up. ]

You're too slow. Do I have to do it for you?

[indicatus]

[...On one hand, if she says yes, then maybe she would die a quicker death, if she was that lucky. On the other...well, that would make Bernkastel think that she was useless if she couldn't do this herself, right?]

N--no, you don't have to trouble yourself with that. I...

[There's a slight pause, before she allows one of those ugly smiles of hers to rise to her face--if it wasn't for the sweat on her brow, she might have appeared a little more confident, but still...]

I was just thinking for a moment about whether or not someone like me even had a heart to cut out and put on display, that's all. [A self-deprecating thought, as many would say, but it's a curious one too. What was the likelihood that if she cut herself open right here that there would be nothing there but a void where her heart should be? Or would it be a dark and twisted lump of meat trying to pass itself off as an imitation of a human heart?]

[wiederholt]

It's not a real heart, but there is one. You wouldn't be a proper piece without one.

[She's talking about it in the most physical sense, of course. But the heart that was given to her was most definitely not a real human heart, just an imitation. One that looked and felt like a human's heart--

But it only belonged to a piece.

A piece didn't need a real heart.]

[indicatus]

[There's a bizarre feeling of morbid curiosity here--she almost wants to actually see this heart for herself, to look at with her own eyes, despite her resistance towards actually cutting herself open by her own hands.]

Oh, I see. Then perhaps I should thank you, my master, for granting me one so that I could become a proper piece for you. [Even if it isn't a real heart, and is just an imitation of one.]

[wiederholt]

It's nothing that you have to honestly thank me for.

[She says this as if it were an obvious answer and nothing to be thankful about. All pieces were given a 'heart' of sorts, after all. Without that, they would be soulless creatures, dolls.]

[indicatus]

...Why not? Am I not permitted to be thankful that you have allowed a piece like me to exist? Furudo Erika, the one that no one, not even myself, believes actually has a heart, and yet, Bernkastel, the witch of miracles, is able to take such a piece, and give it a place on the game board. Isn't it natural that I should feel grateful to you for that?

[...It's hard to say if this is still just a stalling tactic, or part of that perverse loyalty she has for Bernkastel.]

[wiederholt]

Of course it's natural. If you're truly grateful, Erika, you'll show it to me.