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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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[idkmybffpyramid]

Dunno. [He shrugs as he pushes open the door to the building, but a cursory glance up and down the hall is all the caution he exercises this time around.] Think I'm kinda burned out on it by now.

[meowforbackup]

Good thing I don't have a reason to threaten you, then. Yet. [ From the look of things, it'll stay that way for a while. Now, if they'd find someone else or even a way out... that would change matters. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

Finally, the vacation I deserve.

[No one trying to kill him in the immediate future? A+. He'd doubt it, but he knows he's more useful alive than dead for the time being, and without knowing whether death is permanent or not, he'd hazard he's better as an ally than an enemy.]

[Anyway, they've got stuff to do. Like finding out if there's anything useful in this building. Best places to hit are probably the labs, the old storeroom and the clinic, in his estimation. Reno'd also guess a top-down approach is better than the reverse, so looks like they're starting with the labs.]

[meowforbackup]

[ It's not a bad strategy. Even more so, Ocelot doesn't care too much how they do this as long as it's done efficiently and a top-down approach is about as efficient as you can hope for in this dump.

He wrinkles his nose, entering the labs. ]

Can't believe we used to live in this dump.

[idkmybffpyramid]

It's not so bad.

[Reno frowns at the room as he moves through it, obviously not believing his own lie.]

The chalkboard gives it some charm.

[meowforbackup]

[ He quirks a brow at Reno, going for a cultural reference that is bound to fall flat. ] What are you, some kind of hippie?

[idkmybffpyramid]

The hell's a 'hippie'?

[Is he being insulted here.]

[meowforbackup]

[ Maybe. ] Find a mirror and you shall find your answer.

[idkmybffpyramid]

So it's someone devastatingly handsome and charming? Well then I guess I am.

[Take that.]

[meowforbackup]

[ Good job. You get a bark of laughter for that one. ] I take that back - you're more of a matryoshka doll.

Full of yourself.

[idkmybffpyramid]

[He snorts as he starts looking through containers for anything useful. Good one.]

I hear my confidence is part of my charm.

[From himself. When he's telling other people because they called him arrogant.]

[meowforbackup]

You really have to stop talking to yourself. Who knows what people will think?

[ Digging through a cupboard that's more dust than content. He does find a few bottles of acids, or so he thinks. Label faded, half-full at best but it's something and he digs them out with a disgusted wrinkle of his nose. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Couple of beakers, an impressive collection of broken glass. He's gonna make a pile over here of anything that's still mostly useable.]

I don't talk to myself when there are other people around. [God, Ocelot.] I'm not that crazy yet.

[meowforbackup]

Then I'm afraid I have to inform you that your friends are liars. [ A more loaded statement than he intended, meant in good humor but kind of hitting the wrong nail on the head. They were friends, once. It's something he forgot but now remembers and a part of him misses that. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Loaded indeed. It makes Reno stop mid-motion. Briefly, but enough. It's one of Ocelot's skills, poking at a sore spot even without meaning to. He huffs a small laugh, getting back underway with separating the good stuff from anything unusable.]

Yeah. It's a thing I need to work on.

[meowforbackup]

Hmn. [ He starts, leaves it at that for a moment as he continues to methodically dig through the cabinet. It gnaws at him though, like a pebble rattling around in a boot. ]

...I'm not going to apologize. [ But by saying this he kind of is. ]

[idkmybffpyramid]

Wouldn't expect you to.

[Is it an insult? We just don't know.]

[Enough of this 'emotions' crap anyway, he came here to work and being sidetracked by his... complicated relationship with Ocelot sure as hell isn't work. There isn't a lot that's salvageable that he's seen so far, and what is isn't actually all that useful. Certainly not in terms of survival anyway. Maybe in terms of defence if he can scavenge the rest of what he'd need. Rude's better at him than this though, it may just blow up in his face.

Nothing ventured, he supposes.] Find anything?

[meowforbackup]

[ It's correct, that's what it is. Reno shouldn't expect him to apologize. He should expect him to backstab and lie, more like it.

He gives a resigned sigh in response, stepping back to let Reno have a closer look at the little collection of stuff he's salvaged from the rest. ]

If by anything you mean garbage... yes. This doesn't seem entirely useless, but we're probably better off moving on than staying here.