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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[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.