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[supercilious]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. ♛ if there's someone on my muselist who isn't listed here, feel free to call them out! you might have to wait longer for a response though. meme code.

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terry

[notahobby]

[ ruffles hair ]

[traumatizing]

[makes a noise that is somewhere between displeasure and acceptance that this is occurring]

[yeah he's in one of those moods]

[notahobby]

[ ah yes, those moods. maxxie knows those moods. ]

[ he leans on terry's desk (careful not to disturb anything) and crosses his arms. ]

Anything wrong?

[traumatizing]

No. [Yes.] I can't really talk about it.

[he just wants to go to bed 8(((( ]

[notahobby]

[ Okay. Concern face. ]

Is there anything I can do? Is it, like, confidential? Or do you just not want to talk about it?

[traumatizing]

Confidential. It's nothing big, just frustrating.

[he kind of. reaches in maxxie's direction in a way that is unsure if he wants his hand or a hug but mostly he's like "hey you're cute and sweet and i like you come here but only if you want this isn't an order"]

[notahobby]

[ Smiles and takes Terry's hand and also drapes himself over Terry's shoulders in a sort-of hug. ]

All right. You're sure that's all it is?

eames

[specifiercity]

[ sitting on the couch ]

[ in his snuggie ]

[drinking a beer ]

[falsify]

[Eames isn't really sure what to do with this]

[on one hand Arthur in a snuggie is super weird, but on the other he's super jealous he doesn't have his]





[jealousy wins out when he sits down and has neither a beer, nor a snuggie. just a folder of stuff he needs to read over the next few days]

[specifiercity]

[ Arthur knows he's jealous. snuggies are the actual best. ]

[ he takes a swig and glances over at the folder. ]

What's that?

[falsify]

Someone they want me to check out.

[casually steals Arthur's beer watchu gonna do about it]<./small>

Small time terrorist. [SIGH] I think I may have pissed off someone higher up.

[specifiercity]

That's a definite possibility.

[ He says as he grabs for his beer back all "see you're doing it right now." ]

Where's the job?

[falsify]

[that isn't how theft works dear]

[he is pointedly holding the bottle out of Arthur's comfortable reach while he flips through the pages to remind himself of the location]

Rural town in Ohio. Hot bed of activity, that.

reno~ also excuse me while I tl;dr the hell out of the setting

[meowforbackup]

[ It wasn't a place he had thought about in a long time, perhaps because he actually didn't remember it ever existing. Now though, with spurs clicking in time with the confident strides over cracked pavement, it seemed absurd that he ever forgot. The streets were familiar, mapped out in near perfection in his mind from walking them over a number of months, sometimes running to or from something. Usually from. This wasn't a safe place, even for a GRU officer.

His hand fell to his side, then. Fingers sliding over the handle of his revolver in some Freudian gesture of a search for security. Twelve bullets. He could do a lot with twelve bullets.

For now, he'd allow himself to succumb to Maslow's staircase of needs — shelter, food, water. Security. Maybe he could even find out if he was alone in this godforsaken place, or if any of the other poor unfortunate souls had found themselves back here again. Maybe John, if he was lucky. Maybe EVA, if he was unlucky. Even the Fear would be preferable to no one. As for the people he'd met here, both during his first confusing tour and the second that had been so vastly different... well, he didn't remember most of them. Couldn't drag up their names or faces even if he tried, more for a lack of interest than an ailing memory.

Of course... there was always Reno. That would be something else entirely. ]

your tl;dr is always beautiful (also i'm deciding reno is just BACK IN THE DISCO because of reasons)

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Always Reno, indeed. He's not been here long - a day, maybe two - but it's only taken a fraction of that to ease himself back in. The differences were superficial, the people, the monsters. The state of each building. He'd learned quickly enough that they were transient and less essential to him and his survival than maybe he entirely believed.

Discedo, though. It never changed. No matter how much fucking work they put in it never changed a goddamn bit; he remembered the pulse and the layout and the stink of it just as well as he knew Midgar. Knew immediately where he'd been left and how to find his way around. Beyond the short few minutes it took him to catch his bearings once he'd accepted he was back, it was like waking up. Like being home was little more than a pleasant dream and this was the reality of his life. Astounded by the familiarity of Horton and the way walking its halls eased a slight heaviness in his chest.

Like coming home.

The apartment had been a bust - obviously not taken over again in however long he'd been gone, but his weapons and his research stash were gone - and he felt himself longing for something to tether him and remind him of the times here that weren't horrible. A little something to keep his head on straight since it was impossible to know how long he'd be stuck this time.

Which is how he ends up walking the streets, checking the alleyways next to buildings for a familiar bike. Perhaps it's reckless and ill-advised, but unless it had been destroyed it would still be around. Far too useful for salvage. It's when he's checking behind Lander that he hears the familiar clink of spurs and for a moment - a brief, shining moment - he thinks that's what he's looking for. Something or someone that doesn't make him want to tear himself apart in that familiar cocktail of frustration and hopelessness he'd so come to hate.

Then he remembers.

The memories are still coming back, and this one hits like a sledgehammer. He pauses to steel himself and eventually walks out onto the main road to meet him face-to-face. They'll come across eachother soon enough - they always did - he may as well just speed the whole thing up. Get it over with.]

Been a while.

[Hands in pockets. Lazy smirk. Casual. Like this is nothing. Like it's not exactly the opposite of what he needs right now.]

because reasons is the best

[meowforbackup]

[ He comes to a stop when the other steps out into the street, one hand still lingering close to his revolver. Just in case. You can never be too certain, never trust that recklessly. ]

It has.

[ The response is nonchalant, like they'd agreed on this meeting from the very beginning but it's only the fact that he may have been subconsciously looking for Reno that allows him to keep this level of calm. He cocks his head to look the other over, from the red hair to the suit, a lopsided smirk tugging at his mouth and he just can't help himself. Last time he couldn't enjoy the look on Reno's face, but now? Now he remembers and that he can exploit, if only for his own amusement. ]

Who are you again?

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Reno laughs reflexively. He knows Ocelot well enough to see the joke, and he knows the game well enough to respond in kind. Last time he'd been worn down by over a year of dead ends and futility. Of frustration and exhaustion. He'd not known how best to manage this particular situation - partially thanks to the alien nature of it, but also because he'd been in Discedo so long he'd forgotten a lot of how to be who he was before.]

Oh, no one important.

[Not this time. Fresh from Gaia? The things that made him Reno of the Turks are still fire in his veins, reminding him of everything he is and can't allow himself to be. The suit was a symbol of a company that didn't mess around and a department that reminded people they were right to be afraid. He's nowhere near naive or stupid enough to believe he could inspire that feeling in Ocelot - he's made enough mistakes on that front and knows Ocelot well enough to that's a feat beyond him alone - but he's formidable. Not some family pet begging for table scraps of affection and validation.

He closes the distance between them, uncaring about the hand Ocelot has on his gun, not wanting to be heard by onlookers. Habit, more than any belief they'd discuss anything he'd feel an overwhelming want to keep between them.]

Just returned?

[meowforbackup]

[ The thing that lacked the last time he was here — second time around, chronologically — was respect. Not for him so much, but rather Reno. It's difficult to like a guy when you can't respect him and after months (or had it been years by then?) in Discedo, every shred of power, of danger, of being capable of unspeakable acts when the situation calls for it... it gets washed out. Hunger may drive a man beyond his limits but it's the well-fed soldier that survives in the long run and after John arrived, after he himself came back with a clean slate there was the constant reminder of what power is. Reno wasn't it, even with his sparky lightning tricks.

Now though, Ocelot is not so sure. He suspects that although Reno may not inspire any fear in him, there is a possibility of respect. ]

Fresh off whatever it is they use to bring us here. [ Nonchalant, bordering on bored. ] Seeing as you're not covered in shit, I assume you've been here just about as long.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Couple of days, yeah.

[Reno shifts uncomfortably on the spot; idling on the streets in Discedo has always been a way to get yourself killed alarmingly fast. It's been eerily quiet since he arrived, but he's done that dance twice and he's not overly keen to give it a third go. Not to mention the added issue of Ocelot being here - giving him the time to get properly bored almost definitely wouldn't work in his favour. Ocelot's a goal-oriented person, Reno gets that. Ocelot's also an awful person and clearly a sadist. Reno... Kind of wishes he didn't get that in this particular case, if he's honest.

Frowning, he looks up and down the street to decide the best direction to move in. He's going to have to abandon the search for Ohura until he can shake Ocelot - that's sentimentality. Sentimentality is not a weakness he's not willing to admit in front of Ocelot, even if it's something he could couch in pragmatism like a motorbike - and tips his head in the direction of one of the buildings he hasn't checked out yet. He's got no idea how long it'll be before Ocelot gets bored and/or fed up enough to go do his own thing. Until then they can do something useful, like check abandoned apartments for weapons and ammo and food.]

Almost nice to see a familiar face.

[Check out that obnoxious smirk.]

gimme that warden

[fieryballs]

[They'd been at what seemed to be the end, the light literally fading as the wall overhead began to crumble. Anders always hated the blasted Deep Roads. It was with his last breath that he reached into his coat and whispered to his beloved cat, instantly regretting bringing Ser Pounce-a-lot into this shared fate.

That was when it happened. A blinding light had flashed and everybody must have supposed it was Anders casting a final and glorious spell, because they jumped back into battle. Either that or they just didn't want to die, which Anders was also agreeable to.

As the last Genlock fell to its death, his cat bounded out of his robes and into the fray, sitting triumphantly atop one of the Darkspawn corpses. Anders was ghost faced as he looked from Mahariel to Pounce, from Pounce to their other two companions, and back to Pounce. Reality seemed to hit him at full force then, Anders appealing to the Commander for guidance.]

I didn't just hallucinate all that, did I?

o-oh mr anders

[linshiral]

[It doesn't strike her as anything strange at first - it's not exactly unheard of for mages to pull something big and flashy out of their hat when they're backed up against the wall. Hidden reserves etc. Anyone who's been fighting long enough has them.

Mahariel's in the Very Important process of scratching Ser Pounce-a-lot behind the ears and telling him what a strong cat he is when she hears Anders' question. She doesn't stop giving the cat all the scritches he can handle, (as stated, this is Important,) but she turns her head to look up at Anders. His entire demeanour doesn't seem like the kind she'd expect from someone who just pulled off something he didn't know he had in him. More like someone who's just seen something he can't explain.]

... Hallucinate what?

leave the kitty eyeballs alone!!!

[fieryballs]

[Another few years from now, Anders would bring up the fact his cat had saved them all, but as young and brash as he was, he was willing to soak up the credit.]

Well in that case, yes, I did just save us all from certain death! For a moment there, I thought Ser Pounce a lot was a goner. [The cat gives a certain, unimpressed mewl that insists it's the VIP of tonight's brawl, but Anders scooprs him up, tucking him back into his robes.] That's a good kitty!

you can't tell me what to do 8I

[linshiral]

[She squints at Anders in a way that implies she clearly doesn't believe him, but now's not the time for that. They're all worse for wear, if another party of Darkspawn come through here they're done for.]

Nicely done.

[Despite her misgivings, it certainly sounds like genuine praise. (With all those points spent on cunning and coercion, it had better.) It doesn't look like the Darkspawn had anything worth taking, so there's no point sticking around any longer.]

We should get out of here before anything else tries to fillet us.

don't u talk back to me missy

[fieryballs]

[Anders can't disagree with that! He's been on edge since they set foot in here. And most certainly he doesn't detect any contrary tones from that very persuasive Commander of his.]

The sooner we're out of here, the better I'll feel! Isn't that right, Ser Pounce a lot?

[He cuddles the cat as the make their way out, a spring in his step. His cuddling of the cat may be, well, shielding... He's still curious about what he just saw, after all. Poking at the cat's whiskers, he has a pensive look on his face. Their other companions don't seem to have noticed his discreet talking to the feline.]

Who's a good kitty? You are! Yes, you are! Now are you going to tell me about that thing you did back there?

you're not my real dad!!!

[linshiral]

[Mahariel's doing her rounds through the group, making sure everyone's holding up okay on the return journey. A few wounds, but nothing serious. Thank goodness.

She falls to the back as they walk; bow out under the guise of holding up the rear, but there's other things on her mind. Especially as she overhears Anders talking to the cat. That certainly doesn't do a lot to convince her everything here is fine.]

What did he do back there?