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【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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[idkmybffpyramid]

[Reno starts off in the direction of the theatre, seeing as they're agreed on a course of action for the time being.]

Believe me, that thing's coming out as soon as I find out where it is if I have to do it myself.

[As if it hasn't have been on his mind constantly since he arrived. He hated it enough based alone on the loss of his materia, but he knows pretty damn well the effect that thing can have. He's seen two chip malfunctions in his time - seen the way it changes people. Messes with their head and their feelings, removes their control over who they are. No way is he allowing the Scientists or whoever to have that power over him if he can help it.]

[meowforbackup]

Oh, I'm sure you can find someone willing to slice you open.

[ Lightly, but it is a concern. He may not be relying on any supernatural powers to do the voodoo that he does so well, but that doesn't mean chip malfunctions won't affect him in the most uncomfortable ways. He can't afford not to be at full capacity here.

Even more so... if Reno regains his powers, maybe they'll even have a chance to stay alive. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

No one I'd trust near me with a knife.

[Nonchalant as he nods in the direction of the theatre and starts to move in that direction. Intellectually he knows it's in Ocelot's best interest not to put a knife in his eye, just like the reverse is true. And it's not that he's trying to make a point of how little he trusts Ocelot, it's just a statement of fact. There's better things to attend to. Like not dying.]

[meowforbackup]

If that's your criteria, something tells me you'll be waiting for a long time. [ And a knife in the eye won't do too much damage to a soldier worth his salt. Just look at John. He's doing fine! ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Hey now, Reno's no soldier. Plus, losing an eye is both painful and inconvenient and he's really not a fan of either of those things.]

Good thing I'm a fan of DIY.

[meowforbackup]

Do tell me in advance when you've decided on a time for this DIY surgery. I'd like to get some popcorn ready.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Don't you worry, I'd hate to deprive you of such quality entertainment.

[meowforbackup]

Good. I doubt we're going to get much else to entertain us...

[idkmybffpyramid]

Did you forget? Discedo's rife with entertainment.

[He sighs, reaching into his inside pocket for a cigarette. He's doing relatively well so far, hasn't had a smoke since he arrived, but this moment of... Somewhat calm, now he's not amped up on adrenaline. He is suddenly incredibly aware of just how much he could do with one right about now.]

Monster attacks, falling satellites. Dead scientists. [Scoff.] Hours of fun.

[meowforbackup]

If that's what you consider fun, we're in more dire straits than I imagined. [ If he had a secure supply of ammo, it wouldn't be so bad. It's something to do, at least. ]

Still smoking, I see.

[idkmybffpyramid]

You know what they say about old habits, and old dogs.

[Gesturing airily, as if he's not mixing metaphors and thus the conclusion should be obvious.]

[meowforbackup]

All the more reason to find a way back quickly, I'd hate to be around you when those run out.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Maybe we'll luck out and you'll find a pack.

[Are they there? They're probably there. He pauses to try the door, a gentle push to check if it's locked or blocked off or anything. No such problem, but that in itself is a red flag so he takes a step away from the door and double checks the gun. Not that he doesn't think Ocelot takes an obscene amount of care with them, but for his own peace of mind that it won't jam on him if it comes to it.]

[Offhandedly as he he pushes the door open, but with a slight lilt and a smile like it's a joke:] You could buy my loyalty again.

[meowforbackup]

[ There's certainly a raised, somewhat offended brow at the way Reno double-checks the gun — c'mon, like he isn't greasing that chamber up every chance he gets — but at the same time he can't quite keep himself from appreciating the attention to it. John would've done the same, no doubt. ]

Is that what you think I was doing? [ He slides the remaining revolver out of the holster, following close by. If he remembers right, this place is full of hidden nooks and crannies. Not ideal to camp out in without an extremely thorough sweep first. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

[He moves into the building with purpose, doing a quick sweep of the lobby before checking the corners, the booth, etc. Trusting in Ocelot's experience that he'll have his back and do the same.]

Not exactly. [They weren't exactly friends at that point. Not yet. (And occasionally he does catch himself wondering if they ever were. It's a real mess, trying to separate what was real from the way it was all tainted when Ocelot came back and he didn't remember. When he was himself, but not in Reno's corner.)] Find it hard to believe you weren't banking on some uncharacteristic friendliness to help secure an ally though.

[meowforbackup]

No man is an island, I'm sure you understand that much at least.

[ Thinking back, they were friends. Sure, it stemmed out of some calculated plan to gain allies and contacts and god knows what else he was fishing for back in the day when it was just him and John (that he barely saw and then he was gone) but that wasn't all there was to it. Reno wasn't the only one he was throwing out nets for. No one else got to see him in such private moments, though. ]

Not like you didn't benefit, anyway.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Never said I didn't.

[God knows Ocelot was responsible for making sure he didn't lose his goddman mind on more than one occasion, and Reno still appreciates that. Not to mention the cigarettes were pretty good too.]

Just saying it wasn't a benevolent overture of friendship on your part.

[He probably never would've respected him if it had been.]

[meowforbackup]

Like that actually exists. [ He scoffs, clearly not too impressed with the idea of benevolent friendships existing in the first place. Gawd, Reno. ] There's always a motive. Mine just happened to keep you alive.

Well. Mostly alive.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Well, you did your best. Can't really hold one failure against you.

[For a second, there's an actual smile tugging on his lips - for a brief, sliver of a moment it almost feels like how it used to be. But it's soured quickly by a sharp reminder that it's never going to be how it used to be, and he can't let himself get suckered in by that again. It's frustrating to imagine how often he's going to have to remind himself of that.]

[meowforbackup]

Especially since you can't duck for shit. How hard could it have been, avoiding a weapon that size? Like getting run over by the Shagohod.

[ This is nice. Dangerously so and maybe that was what landed him in that position with Reno in the first place. Caring a little more than he should, lost and alone, cut off from the mission without anything other than sheer survival to replace it. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

Hell's a 'Shagohod'?

[He feels like maybe he should defend his ducking ability, but even at the time he'd been pretty adamant that he was stupid and fucked it up, so it's not like he really can.]

[meowforbackup]

A hybrid screw propelled vehicle designed to serve as a mobile nuclear ballistic missile system. [ A beat. ] Big tank. Goes boom.

[idkmybffpyramid]

Wow, thanks for simplifying. [There's a heavily implied 'asshole' at the end of that.]

That's a serious weapon. You guys in the middle of a war or something?

[Weapons dev always like to kick it up a notch when there's a war to deal with.]

[meowforbackup]

There's always a war going on somewhere. [ See also: military uniform. ] I'm a major with GRU — the Main Intelligence Directorate in the Soviet Union. [ Knowing perfectly well that this won't mean a thing to Reno, he adds: ]

...Among other things.

[idkmybffpyramid]

["How are you even a major anyway, you're like twelve." Things Reno is definitely thinking, but knows better than to say out loud.]

Military intelligence. [Hm.] Makes sense, actually.

[He figures "other things" is closer to your standard black ops work, rather than the sheer insanity of what Ocelot's life actually is, but he's not gonna push for more than that. Nor is he going to take it all on face value, but the information could be useful regardless. Or rather, anything he felt like sharing seemingly of his own volition later on. You know, just in case.]