𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

[postingmemes]

― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings. comment with your character, tag others, roll for prompts. )

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .
002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud .
003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm.
004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls .
005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air .
006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument .
007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers .
008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys .
009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions .
010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly .
011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses .
012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead .
013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals .
014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks .
015. a pond with ducks, seeking food .
016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago .
017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells .
018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors .
019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon .
020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks .
021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks .
022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes .
023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee .
024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind .
025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees .
026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river .
027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes .
028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere .
029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire .
030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area .
031. a lone phone box on a street corner .
032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact .
033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen .
034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path .
035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep .
036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it .
037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger .
038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers .
039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma .
040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep .
041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder .
042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove .
043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows .
044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance .
045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare .
046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents .
047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf .
048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room .
049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean .
050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

( stolen from here. )

Comments

[tamonten]

Yeah, I'm a first year at Furin.

[He really doesn't know how to not get defensive, and that's clear at his tone of voice. Like he might need to justify going to a human school. Like he might need to justify existing at all.

His gaze rakes over Usami, and he quietly takes a bite of his anpan, now that he's survived the Duck Harassment of 2025, chewing over the rabbit's presence and the red bean paste inside the bun.]

You're not meeting them to pick a fight or anything, right?

[brownbunny]

Do I look like I'd stand a chance against anyone from that school?

[tamonten]

[...well, possibly Nirei, but that's not a helpful answer.]

I don't know. I mean, aren't jackrabbits good at kicking? I just figure people don't usually come around just to visit.

[brownbunny]

[Poor Nirei.]

Maybe they are, but I'm not. Fighting doesn't interest me at all.

Anyway, I was invited to come by and... The one who invited me was unfairly persuasive about it.

[Usami glances at the cat beastman curiously.] Do you know Umemiya Hajime?

[tamonten]

Of course. Everyone knows Umemiya.

[How intriguing, though, that he's invited a beastman to the school. Sakura doesn't know what to make of it. He's tried to act as close to human-like as possible while at Furin, because he expects people to be weird about his ears and tail. But if Umemiya's cool with a rabbit hanging around, what does that mean?]

I can walk you there, if you want?

[brownbunny]

Walk me...?

[A predator? Offering to help Usami out...?

Normally, Usami would immediately dismiss the offer; too cynical and distrusting to accept. But after a moment of thought, he remembers what Umemiya told him before:

"We're here to protect and look after the town of Makochi. To make sure no one else hurts the people here..."

Still...]

...But I'm not even from here. So you're not obligated to do anything for me, right? And I don't have much money to pay you for your time...

[tamonten]

[Well, at least they're both confused at this point in the conversation.]

Why would you pay me? It's not that big a deal.

[brownbunny]

...Mh.

[What a strange town... and an even stranger gang of so-called 'delinquents'. But despite their appearance, the students of Furin High really do seem to be weirdly... wholesome??]

In that case... I guess I'll follow your lead, then.

[Usami straightens and gives the taller beastman a slight tilt of a polite bow.] ...Thank you.

That was very kind of you to offer.

[tamonten]

[Sakura doesn't have that much height on Usami. Compared to most cats, he's a little bit scrawny. An underfed feral kitten who's just beginning to grow into himself. He's one of the shorter ones in his class, at this point. He does have a few centimeters on Nirei, though!

(Poor Nirei)

Sakura nods to acknowledge the little bow, and turns to begin walking up the path.]

So...how did you meet Umemiya?

[brownbunny]

I was just wandering around because I was going to check out a book store the next town over... but I got a little lost. The next thing I knew, Umemiya and I were randomly having a conversation, and he took me to see his garden.

[Thinking back, Usami looks up at the sky as he walks.] It was weird, but... for a human, he's pretty easy to get along with. At the very least, he didn't treat me as if I was an animal at a petting zoo or anything... I'm not really used to that kind of thing from them.

Are beastmen more common around here than I thought, or something? I never would've guessed I'd see another one down here, let alone one attending a human school.

[tamonten]

I'm the only one at Furin. Everyone else is human. But I haven't spent much of my life around other beastmen. I'd probably stick out like a sore thumb at a school for beastmen, just as much as I do here.

[He's still at a point where he doesn't really feel like he's ever going to belong anywhere.]

[brownbunny]

.....

[Even Usami has to admit... there is something different about him.

It's hard to put his finger on what it is, exactly, but the longer Usami talks to him, the less of a 'predator' he feels like. Not soft by any means, but also... kind of awkward. There's no way that being the only beastman among humans doesn't make him feel at least a little weird from time to time, right?

Yes indeed, he'd stick out at school for sure. Weirdly enough, despite his wild look, even when Usami assumed that he'd be a hassle to deal with... this stranger never came across as being particularly scary, either.]

You know...

[Bluntly-] ...I never liked cats.

Aside from the fact that even a house cat could easily take me out as a rabbit... I always thought that they were arrogant. -Like all of them behaved as if everyone else should just consider themselves lucky to be in their company. It's super annoying... and the jocky feline-type beastmen at my school- the lions, panthers, cheetahs... are all the same.

[He looks over at the cat again.] Anyway. What I'm saying is... you don't give off that kind of vibe at all. So you might not be a "typical" cat beastman, but maybe that's not a completely terrible thing.

[tamonten]

Arrogant, huh?

[He had definitely arrived at Furin with some of that, certain he'd just claw and scratch his way up to the top. It's probably for the best Usami didn't meet him back then.]

I believe it. Doesn't seem like it's a useful attitude to have around my classmates, though. Everyone's got a lot of pride.

[brownbunny]

I see...

[He used "pride" rather than "arrogance" to describe his classmates, huh?]

Do you like them?

[tamonten]

[Sakura's voice goes a little softer.]

Yeah. I do. Most of them, anyway.

[Look, the rivalry with Sugishita isn't not a thing, and Suo is still completely opaque to him despite being his vice-captain. But if that's the worst of it? Then he's doing alright.]

[brownbunny]

[That softer tone didn't escape Usami's notice. So despite everything, he must get treated fairly well at Furin...]

It sounds like you made the right decision by joining them, then.

[This place really is uniquely unified. As scary as it looked at first, for the sole beastman in school to be treated well among his human peers is pretty incredible.

Is that also in part due to Umemiya's influence?]

When I first heard Umemiya talking about wanting to protect others... I couldn't help thinking that he was full of it at first. I've gotten used to that kind of talk being nothing but empty lip-service. Usually, I'd dismiss this whole thing as being pointless violence for the sake of violence.

But Bofurin really does seem special, somehow. I still don't think fighting is always necessary, but... I guess these results speak for themselves.

[tamonten]

As far as I can tell, Umemiya means exactly what he says, always. I don't always understand him and how he thinks, but. I don't doubt him, at this point.

I think if he hadn't accepted me, life here would be a lot harder.

[brownbunny]

[If Umemiya really does mean exactly what he says... Then it's true that he genuinely wants to be friends. Whatever "friends" means in his eyes, anyway.

But Usami still can't exactly figure out why. Usami isn't from Furin High- nor is he even from this town. He can't fight, and when they first met, Usami's behavior wasn't particularly cordial, either.

All Usami can do is assume that Umemiya didn't have a reason at all. From the sounds of it, saving people is simply his thing. And Usami, who had been alone and admittedly a bit lost at the time, must have looked like he needed saving.

...

For some reason, realizing that gives Usami a strange, conflicting feeling in his chest.]

...Friendly people like that... who are always super nice to everyone, and can influence others so easily can be pretty frightening in their own right, though. [He mutters the words; more thinking out loud to himself than anything.]

Guys who lightly toss around words like "friend" to everyone they meet...

I don't get them at all.

[If anything, those are the types that make Usami want to keep his guard up the most. It's fine for this person if he doesn't want to doubt Umemiya's words or actions at all, but Usami can't say that he has the same level of blind trust in him just yet.

Averting his gaze, Usami huffs.] I bet he ropes some new 'helpless' person into coming to see his garden every day...

That kind of thing can give people the wrong idea.

[tamonten]

[Sakura listens, aware that he's missing a lot of context. A small frown appears on his face as he realizes he's inclined to try to defend Umemiya. When did he become the kind of person who would defend anyone behind their back?]

I've never seen him bring anyone who wasn't a Furin student to the roof to see his garden before.

[That feels safe. Not making a statement about Umemiya's character, not trying to persuade Usami to do or think anything. Just stating an observation.]

[brownbunny]

[Never?

Not even a girl..?

A guy as popular as Umemiya objectively is, not pulling a move like that on anyone from outside the school before is literally unbelievable. But when Usami turns to look at that frowning expression on the cat-type beatman's face, he's immediately struck by just how serious he is.

Blinking, Usami belatedly realizes just how mysteriously warm his face has gotten. He looks away and raises a long, floppy ear to his face on impulse, as if to obscure it from view.]

I- I see...

[It's a little unsettling how quickly that mild feeling of discomfort and doubt within Usami's chest is transformed into some bizarre wave of relief(??) instead.]

...My mistake, then.

[tamonten]

That was really bothering you, huh?

[He doesn't get it, but he doesn't have to, right? Just that it means something to Usami.]

[brownbunny]

Anyway.

I never got your name.

[tamonten]

Sakura Haruka. And who're you?

[Rude. But Sakura's incredibly used to rude.]

[brownbunny]

[Usami isn't an open enough person to even acknowledge his own ridiculous feelings on the matter yet- let alone unpack it all with someone he just met. He'd rather just move on than let his guard slip any more than it already has.

Thus the reason why Usami is considered by most to be surprisingly "unapproachable" for a rabbit.]

Usami Kuroto.

[He responds plainly, having recovered from his moment of fluster. But after a beat, Usami's tone softens a bit.]

...Sorry if it seemed like I was badmouthing Umemiya behind his back. That wasn't my intention... but it looked like I made you angry.

[tamonten]

Not...angry, exactly.

[But he'll be damned if he could easily name the emotions that were going on there. There's more than one and they're squirmy little buggers. Kind of like his tail, which is doing the agitated swish of a cat doing the math of a difficult jump from the couch to the curtainrod.]