→ call me out

[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.

Comments

sooo sorry for the late! wait, no i'm not because i'm a rebel. (wait, yes i am.)

[fieryballs]

[Anders feels bad about, lying, sure. This is the one person who has believed in him despite all. Even when she shouldn't have, the Commander had faith in him. Anders looks guilty before he decides he even is, groaning in desperation.]

Oh, fine. Have it your way. But you... You'll think I'm crazy.

[He almost looks ashamed, the way he looks away and cradles Ser Pounce-a-lot in his arms, assuring his cat he did no wrong. Anybody else would just think he's anxious, but a sharp eye like the Commander's would know him for guilty. He's hiding something and of course it's for his beloved cat, the one thing Anders believes he'll lay his life down for.]

apostates these days :I what won't they rebel against

[linshiral]

[Mahariel tilts her head, looking at the way Anders is holding Se Pounce-a-lot. She's not sure she's seen anyone love anything as much as he loves that cat, and that makes her a little concerned. Both about whatever it is that's going on right now, and what the consequences of that might be.]

[Despite her worry, she smiles an easy smile at Anders. Hoping it'll put him a little at ease.]

I already think you're crazy, Anders. You don't need to worry.

one day i will not be late...

[fieryballs]

[Anders laughs weakly but shakes his head. It's not himself he's worried about. Sure, the Commander might have him watched for the next foreseeable lifetime if his cat is truly harboring a demon, but losing Pounce would utterly crush him.]

Promise me you won't put him down.

[He waits for her promise before giving her a determined nod, stepping closer, and angling the cat toward her. The cat's pupils are blown as he looks from human to elf, but otherwise seems the same as usual.]

It's Pounce. He... I think he saved us all.

we can start a "chronically late" club and then show up late to the meetings

[linshiral]

[She nods, though she's not entirely sure she can promise that. If the cat's possessed or something similar, getting a demon out of him may prove difficult.]

[She reaches out and brushes a hand over his head, peering curiously at the cat's eyes. But it's not like she can see into his soul or anything, and mostly Pounce just looks like a cat. A slightly confused cat, if anything. And if he's possessed, it certainly wouldn't make sense to save everyone, would it?]

[Lyna pulls a face. What to do, what to do.]

Are you sure it wasn't you?

[He is a healer, after all. It would make some kind of sense.]

i will be vice-chair of this club only because i will not be around often enough to be chair

[fieryballs]

I'd think I'd know if it was me.

[His tone is a bit sharp but this is Pounce's (and his!) reputation on the line. He won't have anybody insulting him or his cat, even if it is the Warden-Commander. He shields Pounce away from her, huddling him as if a treasure of his own though his face told a different story.]

It's a joke, of course.

[This time he sounds hurt, and his shielding away of his cat is proof enough. He tucks Pounce easily enough into his robes. Here Mahariel had been the only one he trusted, but now he felt ridiculous.]