[OPEN]

[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]

[Mm... he doesn't seem upset, at second glance, and that goes plenty towards settling her nerves. Sakura smiles in relief]

More like I have to force myself to. Otherwise I keep drawing the same things over and over.

[accordance]

Are you in art school, young lady?

[ He's not well-versed in artistry so he can't really comment on her words. ]

[imaginex]

Not at the moment... I plan to go in the spring, at least.

[Ha, the "young lady" part makes her blink, as it's the first time she's ever heard the English rendition.]

You can call me Sakura if you like.

[accordance]

Then I would say that you have plenty skill to make full use of your time.

[ The strokes are careful, and she paid attention to her own diversity. That is in his opinion enough, though again he isn't an artist; so the value of his opinion is varied. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Miss Sakura. My name is Lucian Trevelyan.

[ He even has a British accent!! ]

[imaginex]

[She gives him a little nod in reply, not quite a bow but at least a polite gesture. Like any artist, she's delighted with his assessment, though given the amazing stuff she's seen other's create... well, it's the sentiment that counts in the end, and she looks more proudly upon her sketch for a moment]

Tre-.. ve.. la-- [Oh boy. Yeah that's not going to fly. Sakura doesn't have a pronounced Japanese accent, but it comes out full force when she's trying to parse words she's never said before. After a beat, she sighs and corrects herself]

Lucian-san, then.

[accordance]

[ He's traveled widely enough to recognize that accent; given the complicated nature of some British surnames, she can be well excused. ]

Will you still be drawing? I wouldn't wish to intrude on your time.

[ But he can play something instead. ]

[imaginex]

Yes, I'll be here for a while.

[She smiles at him and gestures at the grass]

You're not intruding... I really liked your music, actually. Do you play professionally?

[accordance]

Not in a long time, no. But I would be happy to play some more pieces for you.

[ He looks more youthful than his actual age, though only by virtue of becoming something transcendent. ]

Is there a genre you like?

[imaginex]

[Oh... she'd assumed he was in his twenties, but given his answer, Sakura glances at him again - searching for the usual signs of aging and coming empty. That's one mystery that's going unsolved today.]

I always listened to classical pieces when I was a child; it helped me study.

Though I don't really have any favorites, I admit.

[accordance]

[ He's actually three thousand years old. Only fourty-seven in this world, but details. ]

I hope these will bring you inspiration, then.

[ Since she has no preference, he'll play something slower. ]