destinystrings | I, Lovebot

Who: Cupidman, and all of Hinoto-Ri!
Where: Literally anywhere you want. Note the location in your comment!
Summary: Valentine's Day Shenanigans of Ridiculous Caliber
Warnings: Mind-alteration, ludicrous amounts of sap

As dawn breaks on Hinoto-Ri, one might spy a strange sight throughout the city - a red and white angelic robot flying through the air, and periodically coming down once he spots an interesting group of civilians.

"Good day, citizens! My name is Cupidman, and I will be your designated deliverer of love on this fine, fine St. Valentine's Day! In such a terrible world, we all should get along better, and should do the best to ensure this is a fine place to live for your future generations! And, well - those future generations should also be ensured! So I'll just help you take that first step~!"

With that little spiel delivered, Cupidman then fires sparkling pink-and-yellow arrows into random civilians, then takes off to go find more suitable targets.

[ OOC: As mentioned in the mod post, this is a mostly silly opt-in event. Cupidman is shooting people with magic arrows that will cause their target to fall head-over-heels in love with the first person they see for a few hours. Once it wears off, they'll have a hazy memory of what went down - just enough to question if it really happened. If you like, you can start your thread as already having been shot, or leave it open to be shot - just make sure you put something in the subject line if you want interference from Cupidman. If your character is the type who would want to try and stop him from what he's doing, mention you want to challenge him in the subject, but keep in mind that he has to escape to strike again on White Day. Of course, that doesn't mean he has to escape unscathed... ]

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A-ah, I'm terribly sorry about that!

[He-he's going to immediately get up from the shock, and actually ran to her front before kneeling down and offering her a hand.]

Are you alright, miss?

I'm fine.

[First something attacked her, and then some fool fell on her (personal space, personal space). Of course she's fine. She looks up at the man and blinks.

Miyako glance at his offered hand and back at his face.]

...Is something the matter?

[His face might be a bit red, but he's still keeping his composure.

And also his hand's still there for her to grab, you know.]

I-It's nothing!

[Did she just stutter? What is happening to her composure.

While she can get up by herself, this man seems polite enough. Miyako met and knew plenty of people who were polite to her, but she's not as bored or irked by him this time.

After a moment of staring, she slowly take his hand.]

[And in a simple movement, he pulled her up just like that.]

Nothing's hurt anywhere, right?

[Because really, he's just concerned about her well-being.

That weird feeling in his heart aside.]

No, I'm not hurt or have any injuries.

[If she did get an injury to require attention, Miyako would use a healing spell.]

It'd take more than a simple fall like that to bring me down.

[Physically speaking. Emotionally, well...]

There's no harm in being concerned about your fellow foreigners, is there?

[he's smiling a bit at this.

...his cheek might be a bit flushed too.]

No, there's no harm.

[Just her own issues, but she keep them to herself.

But his cheeks seem a bit red.]

But you look a bit red. Are you unwell?

[She asks, vaguely aware of feeling her cheeks growing a tad warm.]

The same question could be applied to you, madam.

[that's awfully formal for him, to be honest.]

I'm fine.

[Other than this warmth in her cheeks, she's definitely fine. And this fluttering feeling in her heart will soon pass.]

You don't need to concern yourself with me.

Are you certain? It could be a bit dangerous with a charming lady like you walking around the town with no escort.

[y e p.]

[That caught her off guard.]

Charming lady? [She is anything but that! Miyako knows very well she's not friendly at all, and she's certainly no lady.

She wouldn't exactly object to having him around, BUT.]

I wouldn't mind an escort, but I can take care of myself.

If you would give me your name, I shall refrain from calling you such in the future.

[beat]

Mine is Mordred Pendragon, by the way.

My name is Miyako Hotsuin, Pendragon.

[Still on last name basis for everyone but a few people. But at least she's reasonably polite to him.]

...Then I shall call you Lady Hotsuin.

[.............................mordred.

pls.]

["Lady Hotsuin."

If she's in the right state of her mind, Miyako would be shocked and angry. How this man acts is simply too presumptuous, when he's not among the list of potential men, picked out by the clan, who would be her future husband.

Just being referred to as Lady Hotsuin is enough to remind her of her duty, if Yamato never die in battle.]

I don't mind if you do.

[If Cupidman haven't shot her with his love-at-first-sight arrow, Miyako would never allow him to use that. But the arrow's effect is enough to lower her normally guarded self. Just enough to allow the title.]

If I may ask, what were you doing?

[he's just a tiny bit curious okay.]

I'm exploring the city. I arrived this month and I haven't familiarise myself with the layout yet.

[Just in case.]

Well, I could show you around if you'd like me too.

[he seemed really awkward as he said this sentence too.]

...I wouldn't mind at all.

[Only because it's logical to be guided by someone who knows more about this city. Yes. Just that.

So this awkwardness should go away.]

Very well.

[With a small bow, he's going to start walking.]

Shall we make our way, then?

[She smile and walks as well, until she's right by his side.]

Let's.

[Cue handwavy, not-quite-date that send dangerous pings to her brother here.]

I, Lovebot

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apparently, Mordred wants Yamato to kill him...

isn't that the point of this thread-

y e p

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