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[imaginex]

WHO: Sakura Tohsaka, YOU
WHERE: Recollé Park, the Leviathan's Claw
WHEN: 9.22.17
WHAT: Either Sakura's drawing your character as a fantasy trope or she's telling you ghost stories to sell wares. This girl's got shit to do.
WARNINGS: Maybe vague mentions of monster horror in her drawings/stories, but otherwise none!

I. Draw Me Like Your French Girls, Senpai

[There's only so long Sakura will allow herself to skimp out on drawing practice, so come Friday she heads out of her apartment early, art supplies carefully tucked underneath her arm in a pink tote bag. To her luck, she lives within walking distance of Recollé Park, and with the brisk morning air to clear her thoughts, she's in the proper mindset once she settles on the dew-dropped grass. For what exactly?

Well, that's where everyone else comes in. You might feel a pair of eyes on you, stranger, in the form of a young woman sneaking glances before her hand winds around her drawing pad. Though she'll do her best to avoid eye-contact, it's pretty obvious what she's doing. The real question is who is she drawing.

You?

Maaaaaybe.

For anyone bold or annoyed enough to demand an answer or steal a peek, they'll see Sakura's gotten creative with her people watching. She's not just drawing who she sees; between the gesture drawing and expression studies, she's traded normal outfits for a more fantastical flair, reimagining everyone as D&D characters. Perhaps she's decided you make a fine-looking Barbarian, Miss, or the person over yonder is looking particularly Rogue-ish today. And for the truly unfortunate among you -- Sakura did you just draw that poor dude getting eaten by the Kraken?

There sure are a lot of monsters in this sketchbook.]

II. I Wouldn't Turn Around If I Were You

[And after she inevitably loses her nerve and vows never to draw in public again--

It's work time! Specifically at the Leviathan's Claw, here to serve all your weird nicknack and supernatural needs. At first it seems no one's manning the front until you wander further in, and a smiling face pops up right behind you, esteemed customer.]

Ah, how may I be of service to you? Oh but please speak quietly -- [Voice in a whisper, she leans in with a hand half-covering her mouth. Her expression is dead serious.]

I haven't yet caught our Kuchisake-onna, and it's best you not see her without her mask on...

III. Wildcard

[What weirdness do you wanna see? I am here to make all dreams come true. Just PM me or leave a prompt, I will follow along.]

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[ooc: For the first prompt, let me know if you prefer I RNG what Sakura draws your character as, or if you have a specific outfit you'd like seen!]

Comments

[imaginex]

[Sakura isn't sure what it says about her that she sees a giant blue alligator in the park and just keeps sketching through her immediate heart attack. It's that one of Silver's pokemon? Good lord. He'd tried to explain the details during work, but to be honest, it'd been hard to focus on anything besides how much she'd wanted a Sneasel of her own.

The awkward hand wave gets her attention, at least... and since it's Silver, she dips her head in a tilt before smiling and waving him over, if he feels like moving.

Silver, you are the worst mannikin, please stop that]

[feistytrader]

[Whoops. At least he was still for a good amount of time; he hops down and heads on over, sitting down next to her and looking over her shoulder. He wants to see what she's sketching! He's nosy.

Feraligatr doesn't bother to move. The sun's nice over here? He's a good model.]

[imaginex]

[Congrats, Silver, you've been assigned the role of Elven Bard! ... Which is in this case means some pointy ears as well as posing on his Feraligatr while playing what might be an electric guitar.

And while Sakura is still in the process of sketching out the outfit, Bard!Silver is riffing the hell out of that guitar, head tossed back while his cape flairs dramatically around him like some elven god of rock.

Sakura says nothing. Her art speaks for itself. Bask in it.]

[feistytrader]

[...This is the coolest god damn thing he's ever seen, and he takes in every detail. He's not the most expressive person by a long shot, but the excitement is very clear in his eyes.]

That is so much cooler than I actually am.

[imaginex]

[A slight huff at that. Not that she's much better when it comes to compliments, but she saw that reply coming a mile away]

Maybe I picked you as my model because I already think you're cool.

[...]

Or because you were lounging on a blue alligator.

[feistytrader]

Probably because of that second one. Aoi's the coolest there is.

[...Alright, Feraligatr's been mentioned, he's heading on over to come say hello.]

[imaginex]

... You named him the color blue?

[feistytrader]

Of course I did. Look at him.

[Feraligatr is in fact very blue, which stands out all the more with the lack of blue anything else. Even Kingdra isn't blue like she should be. ...Of course, Feraligatr also feels very put on the spot right now, but smiles anyway. Is everything alright, you two...?]

[imaginex]

Mmm, I suppose. It's just very on the nose. You could've named him, like... Toothy!

[Exhibit A on why we don't let Sakura name things. And no worries, giant alligator, your presence is appreciated. Kinda. Sakura silently admits she'd be more at home if he was the ghost of an alligator or something, but that's not his fault. She gives a wave and turns her pad of paper towards him.]

Would you like to see?

[feistytrader]

He showed up right before the colors disappeared in the first place. It seemed appropriate.

[Toothy... and She thinks his names are on the nose. Feraligatr does seem interested in whatever she drew, however, and leans his head in maybe a little too close to get a look.]

[imaginex]

[Ooookay that's kinda close, and Sakura's only human. She leans back an inch once the "Holy shit" suddenly floods her nerves because that sure is a giant alligator in front of her]

W-was he always this big...?

[feistytrader]

[Feraligatr looks confused for a moment, then realizes the issue and takes a step back. At least he looks pretty sheepish about it? What the fuck, why is a giant imposing alligator making cute faces like this.]

...Sorry. He used to be small enough to fit in my backpack. He's only been this large since the start of the month.

[Or he's been that large for a while? Man, the memory stuff makes this so confusing. The specifics don't really matter that much, however, and Silver reaches out to pet Feraligatr on his snout. There there...]

I'd say he's sort of like a big dog, but he's a lot gentler than that.

[imaginex]

[Oh no, that face. Immediately Sakura throws her fear to the wind and leans forward again, apologetic]

I'm sorry, Aoi-kun. [YES HE GETS AN HONORIFIC, fight her.] It's not your fault! I just get nervous easily.

[Chest puffing a little in... pride?] Even really small dogs make me want to duck into an alleyway.

[feistytrader]

...Is that really something to be proud about?...

[Silver don't just go and say it-]

[imaginex]

I-I meant it so he'd feel better...

[Silver is cramping her style over here. Though in any case, as a sign of friendship, she reaches out to touch Aoi's snout, if he'll let her]

[feistytrader]

[Feraligatr more than eagerly bumps her hand with his snout. Yes, please, give him all the attention that a good Pokémon loves and needs.]

Make him feel better through something real. I mean, you've captured his essence way better than I could.

[...This does lead to Feraligatr poking his nose into her sketchbook to try and get a peek...]

[imaginex]

[Sakura is officially in love and putting Feraligatr on the list of pokemon she must steal No she kids, she would never take them away from their singer father.

She will concede Silver has a good point, at least.]

Here, you want to look? [She's not sure if she'd call "lounging happily in the grass" one's essence but here it is for Aoi-kun to see]

... Silver-san, how many pokemon do you have, by the way?