For mayfield_rpg

[thegreatsaiyaman]

1
[Phone call]
[A slightly confused sounding young man is on the phone. It isn't filtered to anyone]
Uh, Dad? Are you around anywhere, or has anyone seen you? I need to ask you a couple things, and maybe get a permission slip signed so I can go on the school trip.

2
[A day at school]
[Gohan is standing in the hallway of the Mayfield school in between classes. He seems to be lost in thought, though he's still got the normal smile on his face. He's just quietly putting his books away and collecting the ones for the next class.]

3
[At the Library]
[When not at home, Gohan has been known to frequent the town's library, always eager to learn more about the town that he's come to live in. He's running his finger along the books, then he finally stops on one.]
Communism: How the Red Menace has Destroyed the Lives and Enslaved the Minds of Weaker Countries.
[He pauses for a moment then blinks]
...Really? That's a long name for a book title.

For Entanglement_RP

[like_a_lion]

1.
Despite the fact that her experience in two Grail Wars had left Saber with more then a working knowledge of modern technology, some of the advanced tech, however battered it may be, simply confounded the former king. First and foremost among the causes of her confusion was the holodeck. Knowing little of the device's working, Saber began playing with the device, hoping it worked something like the television in Shirou's home. After several minutes of failure, Saber begins yelling at the device for not conforming to her immediate instruction.

"What manner of device refuses to conform to the wishes of human beings..."

2. [Voice message]
As I understand we are at war of an empire of immense size and strength. This being so, I would like to request information regarding the current status of the rebellion's military. I have some experience in the field of leading an army and would like to lend my hand anywhere it may be needed.

3.
Having finally settled in to her new spacebound home, Saber had taken to her usual routine of waking early, washing herself, and finally partaking in several hours of sword practice. Though the practice was far from the same as the long hours she had put in trying to teach Shirou swordplay, she nonetheless put her all into every swing of the wooden sword she used for training. The constant sound of a sword being swung with great intensity fill the air far beyond her own door, as if inviting others to investigate the noises source.