Call me out!

[knightess]

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

♛ refer to this list 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. meme code.

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connor get in here we're going assassinating

[avise]

[The place doesn't really matter. All that matters is Aveline was in the middle of staking out her next target when her cover was blown.

Sometimes it really sucks when your outfit is an immediate call to arms.

Ten minutes and an intensive session of running over rooftops and ducking through side alleys and she finally finds a place to hide that isn't crawling with soldiers. Into the haystack it is, then, if needs must.

She's just about to duck out and blend into a passing crowd when the shouting and yelling starts up again, somewhere in the distance, and if she listens - kind of hard to make anything that isn't nearby out - she can hear running footsteps and - great, they're heading for the haystack.

It's occupied get your own don't bring the guards back here. Too late, apparantly.]

[lifescratched]

[Connor had done nothing to blow his cover, and yet something, or someone had set the guards off and onto high alert. So of course a suspicious man in a white hood would be their first target in broadening their search. When it turned out they were willing to use force to intercept him, Connor had to run, and run he did, through alleys and streets and weaving through and over market stalls until--

Finally, a sweet, sweet haystack. Never has a hiding place been more welcome.

Without giving a thought to whether someone might be in there, Connor dives straight in. Sorry, Aveline, try not to get crushed under the enormous mass of Mohawk Assassin.]

[avise]

[Even with fair warning this was not going to be a pleasant experience.

Duly, Aveline lets out a startled yelp.

Or she would have done if, a, she wasn't trying to hide and as such shoved a fist in her mouth to stifle it, and b, she didn't just have the air knocked out of her lungs by some stranger who has unceremoniously decided to leap in on top of her.

This calls for one thing - a kick in the ribs to get the hell off whilst she scrambles for air. At least she's correct in assuming you have a reason to be here so doesn't throw you back out onto the street to blow both of their covers.]

[lifescratched]

[There's a grunt as her foot connects with his stomach, and he recoils back on instinct. Who on earth is hiding in a haystack of all places here with him, and why? A criminal? A thief, perhaps? This wanted person that had put the town on such high alert?

He'd sooner take his chances with finding another hiding place, but already he can hear shouts and the sound of more footsteps. He tries to lie still as much as he can in such awkward close proximity with this stranger, trying to muffle the sounds of his breathing from having sprinted so hard. If he says a word or moves another muscle, both their covers are blown.]

riiiikuuu wait wrong muse

[yourmajesty]

[Let's assume there is a grand long exposition here about the end of Dream Drop Distance yada yada everything was great for five minutes but impending final clash with Xehanort etc etc.

At this moment in time, Mickey's actually looking in on his gummi ship. Sure he's got Chip and Dale to handle most of it but it is his pride and joy and he does actually like having it work and not crash halfway between worlds, especially with the trip that's in the process of being planned, he's gotta make sure they're both up to speed. Sora, Donald and Goofy were going to look for those lost... he and Riku were going to look for other Keyblade wielders, whilst Kairi stayed here with Yen Sid and Lea to finish training. Actually, all of this was probably being planned right now, he was supposed to go and see Yen Sid half an hour ago but he forgot. Oops.]

[dawnroad]

So this is where you are, Mickey.

[Riku, as usual, is relegated to the role of being the Responsible One. When it was becoming obvious Mickey was nowhere to be found for their planned meeting, Riku assured Yen Sid he'd go track him down. And there he was, outside the tower surveying his gummi ship without a care in the world... Honestly, from what he's seen of Mickey in the dream world, and what Yen Sid has mentioned of him, in some ways, Mickey's occasional absent-mindedness reminds him a lot of Sora.

Not that anyone could be as bad as Sora, though.]

Is there something wrong with your ship? [Riku moves to stand beside him, looking between him and the ship. It looks fine to him, but really, he's no expert, given that until recently the darkness was his primary means of getting around.]

[yourmajesty]

[At least he's still on the same world. He had good intentions. He just hasn't realised the time.]

Oh, hey, Riku. Hold on...

[Secret workings or just extremely complex? You decide. At least after that delicate job he's able to tinker and talk at the same time.] Not exactly. She just needs a bit of care. Keeps going off course... [It's another minute of banging and crashing before he stands back to marvel his handiwork.]

There! That oughta do it.

[It... looks exactly the same as when he started. Subtle differences. So subtle that only the one who worked on it can actually tell.]

[dawnroad]

[Not having much useful to contribute by way of advice, Riku just hovers over him to watch him fix... Well, he has no idea what. Gummi ships are mysterious things.]

All done? Does this mean you're ready to go? [Hopefully Mickey remembers where he's meant to be going.]

Chie!

[the_tv_is_a_lie]

[Hey. Hey, steaksis.

Hey, stakesiiiiiiis.

Answer your phone, it's Souji. He's been ringing for a while now.]

[dontthinkfeel]

[When she finally picks up, Chie sounds out of breath. She may or may not have been busy training, having abandoned her phone in her bag somewhere. Kicking stuff is busy work.]

--Oh, Souji! Sorry about that -- what's up?

[the_tv_is_a_lie]

[It's one explanation he can easily assume, at least.] I should be apologizing, actually. Do you have time to spare?

Aquaaaa

[makingfriends]

[Flashback time, just without the obnoxiously long and blinding white loading screen, y? Back in the LoD when Ven still has some of that newborn-zombie act going on.

He's a lot better than he used to be -- more active, more prone to going and trying things himself rather than needing an invitation. He talks more often, too, although he hasn't quite reached the talkative stage yet. His sharp improvement began almost right after that training session -- the one where Terra gave him his wooden Keyblade. Whether that in itself contributed, acting as a catalyst of some kind... well, Ven hasn't said.

Lately, he prefers going outside when the weather permits, which is more often than not. If he notices the slight chill of mid-autumn today, it's not obvious as he wanders the grounds around the castle. No destination in mind, just making rounds in his free time, although there's nothing blank or absentminded in the way he looks around at things. Even if nothing in particular appears to keep his attention, he's still looking at them, not through them like he once did.]

[stormfell]

[Aqua had watched over Ven during his gradual recovery. And while it had been a slow process, she and Terra hadn't given up hope that he would get better. He had, she could see it every day: that empty-eyed shell of a boy becoming a little more responsive the more time he spent with others. And if being with others was what it took, she and Terra were willing to offer all the friendship and support he would need.

Today, Aqua had been intending to invite Ven to lunch, and it doesn't take her long to find him. For a moment, though, she just hangs back, and a soft smile curves at her lips in the way he looks at everything. He really is improving.

She strolls to catch up with him at her own pace, then announces her presence by speaking up,]

Have you seen how the leaves have begun to change colour? This is one of my favourite times of the year.

[It doesn't matter if he hasn't noticed or isn't interested. She likes to talk to him for talking's sake, if nothing else.]

[makingfriends]

[Ven slows to a stop and turns to look at her, a neutral kind of recognition in his expression. After a second he looks up at the nearest tree, observing before nodding once.

Normally he would leave it at that, but for some reason or another, he feels compelled to add a verbal response.]

The season changed.

[He doesn't remember ever learning that; he simply knows it, like he knows a lot of common sense things. He can't recall ever not knowing them, either, so it doesn't stick out to him as odd. He knows what he knows and that's all there is to it.]

It'll get cold next.

[stormfell]

That's right.

[She smiles, encouraging.]

The leaves will all fall soon, then it'll be winter. If we're lucky, we might even get snow this year. [She continues walking, trusting he'll follow, pausing only to scoop up a golden-reddish leaf. She hands it to him, to look at it and touch it.] What's your favourite season, Ven?

Aqua

[ridethelightning]

[Reports of Unversed had been coming from the Guilty Gear world, and so Aqua had made her way there. In the process, she found herself working alongside the most prominent member of the International Police Force, a certain Captain Ky Kiske.

It's the end of the day, though, and no Unversed have shown up. They've returned to Ky's house to have some dinner -- dinner which Ky is putting down on the table as we speak. It's several slices of baked ham with a maple honey glaze, baked potatoes, and two cups of French onion soup.]

Here you go. Enjoy.

[stormfell]

[Aqua was disappointed in herself at the lack of progress, and had left her wondering if the report had been false. Unversed were attracted to people and the lack of activity was either very suspicious... Or nothing to worry about at all. She was wondering whether it was best to leave or stay, when she was offered dinner.

The unexpectedly kind gesture was something she was too polite -- and admittedly too hungry -- to refuse, although she couldn't get rid of the feeling she was being a bother.]

You really didn't have to go through all this trouble... But everything looks delicious. Thank you.

[ridethelightning]

It's fine. It's the least I could do in exchange for your cooperation today. I only hope we can turn up some leads soon.

[Ky sits down in his own seat and takes his portions and sets them on his plate. After saying grace, he begins eating.]

Sayaka

[second_destiny]

[It's after school, but Asemu and Sayaka are still on the premises. They're outside one of the garages out back, where Asemu's mobile suit club meets. Sayaka had been curious, so he decided to open up and show her.

Asemu quickly removes the lock, then opens the garage door. Inside are several tables with tools, parts strewn about, and a modified worker mobile suit. It stands ten feet tall, with an open cockpit in the top where the pilot's head and shoulders are easily visible even when sitting in it.]

Well, here it is! What do you think?

give me connor or give me death

[tsunicorn]

[ You know what's not fun? Being attacked by demons when you're in the middle of activating a very large, very destructive portal to another world. Getting the incantations wrong because a giant, jagged crow is attempting to bite you in half.

What isn't fun makes up most of Keiki's life, if he's being honest. Which he always is. Fun and Keiki don't belong in the same sentence. So when he crashes into the seas of Hourai, loses consciousness at the impact, and wakes up somewhere he doesn't recognise, he's not even particularly surprised. He just weakly pushes himself upright and attempts to call his shirei--

Nothing. Of course. He's alone, in another world, and he hasn't the strength to summon, let alone re-open the gateway. Resigned, he heads away from the shoreline and into the forest. ]

[rotiskenhrakete]

[Connor has been asked under firm instructions by Achilles not to stray too far from the homestead, or its surrounding lands, during his training. And yet for Connor, who has been stuck in the confines of his village and the valley his entire life, now being free of his ancestral bonds to the valley is an exciting prospect. If he wanders a little further each day, strays a little bit farther on his hunting excursions than his mentor would strictly be pleased with...

Well, the Old Man was his teacher, nothing else. He had no authority over him. And what he didn't know wouldn't harm him, would it?

After covering a few miles today skirting north along the coast, Connor has finally found something of interest to hunt. A stag? No -- a horse?

Trying to remain as quiet as possible, he ducks behind the cover of a tree, hoping to get a better look at the creature without startling it.]

[tsunicorn]

Lord Taiho. [ The deep voice comes out of seemingly nowhere - actually, from where the kirin's shadow merges with that of the canopy - and Keiki lifts his head to scent the air at the unspoken warning. His shirei have better senses than he in this shaded area, but he spots the brief movement nearby and turns his head to stare unblinkingly at Connor.

Should he run? Hmm. ]

okay friend let's do this thing

[ichabodd]

[lifescratched]

It was the secrecy of this mission that had caught Connor's attention, if nothing else.

He had been called to Commander Washington's encampment with the message that his skills were desperately needed for a specific mission. Infiltration, stealth, assassination, he supposed, and yet when he reached the camp, it was only to be informed that one Captain Ichabod Crane would be working alongside him, and he would lead the way.

What their task was, Washington had said, was of vital importance not only to the cause, but to the security of all the colonies and beyond, and could have dire repercussions if left unchecked. He had not specified what the threat was, and hinted that Connor might have to suspend his disbelief in order to undertake the mission, but nonetheless Connor had accepted immediately. The hints, the secrecy, the fact it was a threat to the whole colonies-- it reeked of the kind of work of the Templars, even if Washington did not know it. Whoever their target was, Connor imagined he would get some answers on the road and away from listening ears around Washington's camp.

They'd journeyed east for a day's ride, making camp at nightfall. He'd grudgingly had to accept the unpalatable military rations shared around -- according to Crane's men, this mission was so sensitive that even hunting in the area could compromise the whole expedition. So the Assassin sat by the fire, waiting for the good captain to finish organising the camp for the night before Connor could draw him aside for questioning: Where were they going? What was their aim? Why was there knowledge that Crane had been entrusted with, but Connor had not? All of it troubled him, and he would go no further with the mission when they set off at daybreak, unless he had an exact idea of what he was getting into.

[ichabodd]

Ichabod had been, perhaps, rather more easy to find than his sudden partner. Living and fighting as he did within the so-called regiments of the Patriots, it was the work of a day for couriers to bring him back from the outlying encampments more conductive to his research. From what he had been led to believe by his men, contacting this independent agent was rather more of a trial... but a rewarding one. Washington had had little to say on the man's character, but talk about camp had unearthed no small number of rumours and myths already.

The men settled down, the perimeter organised and the watch assigned, Ichabod returned to the fire. The agent - Connor - seemed amiable enough, and, more importantly, his distaste for their meal spoke volumes for his sanity.

"I apologise for keeping you waiting," he offered a hand once he was seated. "Ichabod Crane."