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.]

[avise]

[At least he moves enough for her to breathe. She kind of enjoys breathing, funnily enough.

It would be helpful if she could see better after having hay dislodged into her eyes and nose and face in general, but sadly, not. There's no time to retify that nor address the issue of being pinned beneath them because low and behold, here come the guards on cue. Sure, now they're efficient.

Aveline ceases squirming and keens her remaining hearing to the footfalls, heavy, then slowing. The usual tirade follows. Did you see him? I'm sure he came down here. Maybe we've lost him.

Never has she been more glad for them to decide that the haystack isn't a good place to hide and to rattle around an opposing wall instead. Except they're not leaving which means she's stuck under someone and this is getting increasingly awkward.]

[lifescratched]

[He's trying not to put his weight on her if he can help it, which is better than flattening her, at least. The guards continue scouring around, quizzing townspeople, checking sidestreets, until their voices become to get fainter and the footsteps and jangle of soldiers' uniforms begins to fade.]

Sorry. [Connor mutters it under his breath in a small voice. The other person hasn't tried to shank him for choosing the same hiding place, at least, which is always a risk with a desperate criminal. Any moment now and the coast should be clear...]

[avise]

[She takes the apology with good grace. Well, as much grace as you can underneath someone in a haystack.] Don't mention it.

[A little longer. She strains her hearing and... yes, it sounds like they're gone. Finally, finally she can get out of this haystack. Or at least sit upright, when, y'know, he allows for it.]

I think they've gone. [Her voice returns to normal volume, but hushed enough not to attract attention. Still, she's rather pleasent despite the circumstance.] Do you mind?

[lifescratched]

Oh-- [Hastily he moves to scramble off her and half-vaults, half-rolls out of the hay cart, brushing the hay out of his coat, and trying to be at least a little surreptitious about checking his weapons for damage. Then he glances behind him.]

I hope I did not hurt you. [If nothing else, that kick of hers certainly hurt.]

[avise]

[Glorious air. And personal space. It's underrated. Once he's out, she straightens and follows in a similar fashion, deciding she may as well remove the hat to deposit the hay out of it. Weapons to be follow, all of it trademark Assassin gear.]

I think I will survive. No harm done. [At least she's out now and that's what matters. She replaces the hat in due course.] I apologise for kicking you.

[lifescratched]

[Connor looks her over, eyes pausing at the Assassin buckle on the sash around her waist, then to her weapons, then back at her face.]

It was... an impressive kick. [And now he thinks he's figured out why. She's trained, no doubt.]

[avise]

I'll be sure to pass the message on to my mentor that he is good at teaching such things.

[Not that she's deflecting her prowess at it; it's more so good natured banter. She is pretty good at what she does if she says so herself. Apart from that one guy deciding to blow her cover this afternoon, but it happens to the best of us.

She looks him over once.]

I was not aware a fellow Brother was in the city.