Did I entertain you?

Indie Sampo Koski from Honkai Star Rail roleplayer, 25+ yrs old

[maskednihilism]

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Indie, mutual only Sampo Koski roleplayer from Honkai Star Rail. Penned by Prince, 25+ and only looking for 21+ partners

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Currently testing: Zandik/Dottore (8) and Kaveh

[maskednihilism]

He's moving the trinket around in his hands with a careful neutral expression on his face. Gifts coming from masked fools rarely come without a caveat. Still... "Thank you.", the blonde looks up as if he could read the answer to his questions from the other's face. Alas he does not get any clues from it. "But, what exactly is the purpose of this?", the gift and giving him a gift in the first place?

The man is already on the gambler's payroll, there's really no need to try and get on his 'good side' with gifts.

@aluckiicoin || unprompted! || From Aventurine!

"Just because." It came out so naturally largely because it was. For the Fool gift giving was as normal as breathing air. "Is it not to your liking?" He said, looking somewhat hurt at the mere thought. Sampo's been around the block, some might say too long. His eye for gifts have always been keen.

As was his investigation skills. But it doesn't take much to assume that those with unimaginable wealth would be bored with most presents. Many came to Aventurine, seeking his good graces. The Fool seen it himself as his undercover persona.

Gold, silks, exotic gems and the sort got an empty smile and tilt of the head. None brought true elation to the blond's face.

It became sort of a challenge for the thief. Surely something in this vast universe would get him to smile, truly smile. "I really did try you know, I'm not some charlatan. My stories may be lacking some truth but it doesn't mean I didn't try."

Yet... why did this annoy him? Upset him. It's just a gift.

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ooc. I'm now feeling brrrrr again as the wifi in the library is slow and I just wanna claim shit so I can get my free Hugo

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ooc. I'll probably continue the Holy Grail War story later but I am enjoying it! The mechanic this time around isn't my favorite but that's just me.

Story wise it's fine!

[pinktetia]

Mydeimos was now paying more attention to the blue-haired man in front of him Strange, usually every man in his mind is a warrior – but maybe the rules here are different from what he knows. It wouldn't be surprising if that were the case – he's somewhere else, somewhere incredibly far away. He decides not to comment further on his physique. There's no reason for it.

"I understand. You don't like fighting. But if you need a trainer, I volunteer. I could make you a real warrior in a week. 20 hours of daily fighting lessons and all that. No breaks, of course."

He muttered quietly, smiling at his companion. Knowing people's reactions, he'd refuse, but that would be quite amusing in his opinion. Yes, a man like him knows what good humor and a joke are.

"Sure, I'll remember… Hmm. I might even need you for something. Tell me… Sampo. Do you like playing pranks on other people?" Wow. What an unexpected question from a warrior like him. But oh well. He doesn't have any great ideas—and Sampo says he could help him. So he doesn't see anything strange in it.

"Yes, yes… mutually. Maybe something will even come of it. I'm starting to like you. You don't want to ruin it."

[maskednihilism]

“No!” Not another muscle head! He had enough of that from Gepard! And Jing Yuan! And Feixiao! Honestly a lot of people in his life.

…It probably means something but he's not quite ready to unpack that right now.

“P-Pranks?” The thief put his hands back down, having placed them up as a form of defense and reflex against muscle heads. However when asked about pranks… there's a small glint of mischief in his eyes. A tiny one to show he does have restraint, unlike the younger generation of Fools.

“Big Brother does love a good joke. But only if everyone is laughing.” A joke where only one person laughs is a terrible joke. “What do you have in mind? I reserve every right to say no if I don't find any dignity to it.”

[shallliveoninsong]

"A piss-poor evolution decision!"

Weren't thiren senses supposed to be better than humans usually?? What was this! This was why he should work alone (aside from Vivian, she was a special case). He didn't need any help!

Begrudgingly, the phantom thief followed after the rat thiren.

"What the hell do you mean it doesn't smell right? I know it's difficult for you, but use your words, Sampo Koski."

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He sticks his nose higher into the air, sniffing and sniffing. It's not that he didn't know how to use his words. It was just… “I don't know.” That was the best way he could describe it.

“I can clearly smell you next to me, as well as these artifacts here.” He said, pointing to some necklace encased in clear glass. “The security guard also has some cheap cologne and I can smell that a mile away.”

Yet as he explained this, the thiren's face became grimmer and grimmer. “That thing you want to steal. It's here but it's caked with something else.” A hand comes to his nose, eyebrows furrowing with disgust. “It smells like it's caked with …the scent of blood and gunpowder.”

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ooc. I do think 8 has a complex over his age/size due to being overlooked by other segments and even the Harbingers themselves.

He's stuck in the mental and physical age of 8 and cannot change that. He can act older (he does) he can try to look older, but at the end of the day he is forced to be a child.

A traumatized child at 8 yrs old

[enkxateia]

"And then my minions..." 8 said to a group of kuuhenki gathered around him. He was doing his best to keep a stern stare with them. But alas, it's hard to look intimidating when you're a child and in an oversized coat. "After we kill the Gods, we will create a new world, under my image. No more sorrow or despair, boundless paradise and all the cakes we can eat!" Evil (cute) laughter rang through the shared living space. As for the kuuhenki themselves... They didn't understand what he was going on about. But he mentioned cakes so it must be good. They rejoice and make their own joyful sounds with him.                                                                             — sent by : @maskednihilism

unprompted !

Cue the MOON GODDESS herself walking in on such bold declarations — COLUMBINA, who had been seeking out her young brother, found him brazenly announcing his fascinating plans to the Kuuhenki, whose reactions forced BINA to stifle a giggle. It was far too endearing, truly, listening to the younger's plans to conquer and dismantle the established hierarchy — all with the promise of boundless paradise, and endless cake.

She couldn't help but smile to herself, her fingers laced behind her back as she gently rocked back and forth on her heels, watching the merry little gathering from a distance.

Only when the ' plan ' had been established, did BINA come over, her footsteps inaudible to the naked ear.

❝ A wonderful plan. ❞ she chimed in softly, giving the boy a nod of approval. ❝ ... Especially the part about the cakes ... I very much like that. ❞ Stepping closer, BINA gently fixed a stray lock of hair atop the boy's head, then nodded in greeting to the Kuuhenki, who all danced around merrily at her arrival. ❝ When do we start ? ❞ Whether she was serious or not didn't quite matter — for she was merely happy to indulge her little brother in his antics.

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?!

He has been discovered! And although she didn't seem to discourage it, 8 felt his cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment. It only grew with the former Harbinger’s fixing his hair. “Bina…” he whined under her touch. This is why he hated being in a childish body. It made everything he did seem like a game. Rarely was 8 taken seriously. “I-I’m serious! I'm going to dismantle the Heavenly Principles and make them bow before me!”

But before he could even do that, his reputation was being shattered by his older sister. And his army? Easily dissuaded by her mere presence! The young segment is pouting, feelings of inadequacy growing with each second. She means well, he knows she does. But darn it, it didn't make the feelings go away any faster.

“We're going to teach them a lesson and then everyone will fear me. Even you, Bina!” 

[enkxateia]

"I neither have the time nor crayons to explain this to you." (ooc. 8 to Webby :) )                                                                             — sent by : @maskednihilism

[ x ] ragebait meme !

The older SEGMENT scoffed, a hand resting upon his hip as he pointedly narrowed his crimson eyes at the younger. Why was it that the youngest had so brazenly decided that he simply must explain this new project idea with such a medium was beyond him. As for not having enough time, well, he begged to differ.

❝ Yeah ? Well, then go and get them, then. I'm afraid you're not going to be doing yourself any favours by dawdling around wishing like a stupid brat now, are you ? ❞

Then, at that very moment, THIRTY had come to a decision that it would be far quicker if he were to find some crayons for the youngest. Turning his back to the other — and thus, forgetting what they were bickering about, in the first place — 30 sifted through a few draws, before finding a pencil and a paper. ❝ It's not a crayon, but — ❞ ... and then he turned around. 8 was gone.

❝ . . . ❞

❝ THAT FUCKING LITTLE SH— ❞

[maskednihilism]

Of course he was gone. To explain things to a fool would be foolish and a waste of time. If no one could understand the genius of his plan then so be it. The young segment will deal with it his own way. Unfortunately… While a genius he may be, mechanical works have not been his best talent. His fingers are small enough to get small cracks and crevices, twisting and turning knobs with ease, hammering metal and steel together has not been his forte.

It's why he bothered Pantalone so much for allowances research funding. He could not weld or carry heavy things, the money was for workers. Brute but strong enough to carry out his orders while he did the work behind the scenes. But what a pain. Even Webby didn't understand where he was going with this!

Foolish, foolish all of them!

“Perhaps Capitano is back.” The segment says out loud. He seemed nice enough. Perhaps he would offer help if he put on a good, helpless child act.

[maskednihilism]

ooc. I'm going to try to see my case manager and then game before studying.

I would've done replies earlier but I conked out and have been conking out due to classes and my sleep hours being funky.

Just one more week of training and then the exam on August 4th! After that ...I hope I get the job.

If you need me, reach me via IMs or discord. But if you add me on discord, lmk who you are

denpaprince

[maskednihilism]

"Sampo… do you also think that a pink cow gives strawberry milk? They are such cool cows that I think it's possible." / march torturing sampo

@pinktetia || I booped the button! || From March 7th!

Well obviously they aren't teaching kids right in school. "Well obviously." Sampo said, with an air that clearly indicated he knows better.

"They come from pink cows. Not strawberry cows. There's no such thing as a strawberry cow." With a shake of his head he bonks the young Nameless. "You really need to get a better teacher sis. What are they even teaching you?

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ooc. Not to start a fight but why is every time I look at the tags for a song or a character

50 morbibillion posts are "character x yn"

Don't yuck people's yum yadda yadda but I cannot take any post seriously that has that shit and I'm just here for music or pictures

Not you x yandere!maidboy!puppybf! Whatever else the kids like

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ooc.

Me: oh fuck this song is a vibe!

Me: lemme see is Tumblr has it

Tumblr: KOREAN BOY NAME X FEM!READER

Tumblr: YANDERE! OMEGAVERSE! BAKUGO X NB READER BUT LETS BE REAL HERE ITS FOR THE FEM READERS

Me:

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ooc. Sampo unable to tell Ven he wants him

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ooc. Sampo is v much horny for Ven but cannot show it due to Ven's insecurities and thus he DIES everyday being next to him.

[maskednihilism]

ooc. Not to start a fight but why is every time I look at the tags for a song or a character

50 morbibillion posts are "character x yn"

Don't yuck people's yum yadda yadda but I cannot take any post seriously that has that shit and I'm just here for music or pictures

Not you x yandere!maidboy!puppybf! Whatever else the kids like

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ooc.

[starrailedxboys]

Skott froze the moment he felt her hand upon his cheek again, silently listening to her speak with rapt attention - only to near instantly lose focus when a finger touched his lips. For a second, he could only hear the heavy and a-little-too-quickly-beating of his heart, his breathing catching in his throat. It was only when she told him to breathe that he actually remembered how to do so, and he nodded and followed her words without question, taking a deep ( albeit slightly shaky ) breath before letting it out in a slow exhale.

It actually helped to calm him down, if only a little bit - though that little headtilt very nearly sent him right back where he started.

"While I'd rather hear more about you, I'd be remiss to deny your request." ...Was it a request? It felt more like an order or a demand, rather, but Skott hardly minded either way, utterly smitten as he was, eager to do anything she asked if it would make her happy.

Still, telling her about himself, huh...

"...I'm, ah, not entirely sure where to start," he began, a sheepish little chuckle leaving his lips as he idly swirled the wine in his glass, before taking a sip ( and trying not to think about the touch he could still feel lingering on his lips ). "I started in the Marketing Development Department, but I was recently promoted and moved to the Strategic Investment Department instead. It's been...busy, especially lately, with a lot of large-scale projects and assignments to handle."

Skott smiled slightly, but there was an exhaustion there that he couldn't quite hide.

"One in particular will be quite interesting and while I can't tell you any details, I'll be going to Planarcadia to handle one of it's key parts. Have you ever been? If you have any recommendations for places to visit while I'm there, I'll be happy to hear them."

[maskednihilism]

She keeps smiling, even as she pulls away from his personal space. “Don't worry,” the good woman says. “I'll share my secrets with you.” Despite pulling from his personal space, Brughel shifted in her seat, to be a bit closer to Skott. Once she was just a hair away from touching his arm, she listened intently. Her emerald eyes watched as he downed the wine for some encouragement. But her mind was working.

If he was a betting man, he'd bet it was related to the Phantasmoon Games. As far as Sampo was concerned, the IPC should stick their noses out of it. The games became a joke of what they used to be. And not to mention deadly. But dearest, kindest Brughel merely smiled, leaning in again so Skott could feel her bosom touch his arm.

“Wow! You're quite amazing!” She praised with a gentle clap of her hands. “I wish you success in your endeavors, even if you're quite a meanie!” Just to make him riled up again, she pouts at him rather cutely. Like a kid being told no. Hard to hate but easy to adore.

It does, however, allow the gentlelady to segue into her own story. “Brughel Poisson, freelance journalist and part time journalist for The Crystal Daily. As for Planarcadia… you could say I have a bit of an inside scoop, it's my old stomping grounds.” Not a true but not exactly a lie either. It was the mecca for all Fools, Elation seekers and more. For the thief it was a complicated mess of emotions for this planet.

“I love it,” Brughel lied ever so sweetly. A dainty hand comes up, covering her mouth to speak this only to her drinking companion, “Despite the gloomy name, Gothum City has the best noodles. But don't tell them that, they prefer to be known as the best pizza spot.” 

Being rather close, warmth is easily felt. Not just their shared space but also just how warm Brughel felt. Like she was a walking furnace. A soft, walkable furnace if that was even possible. Yet she was cool as a cucumber, keeping things light and merry for their chance encounter. “Now,” she said, tapping her cheek with her index finger. It was obvious she was pretending to be in deep thought but it was hard to not be drawn into it.

“If you have to go to a tourist area, Seafeld City is a nice place for their beach town. I'd personally skip both and head to the Tavern. A joke and a drink among friends always makes me happy, but that's just one humble journalist’s opinion.” Once again tilts her head cutely, letting her flowing hair move to the side and showing off her soft smile. “I can even get you inside if you need help, I got a friend in there.”