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Call me out!
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
Edited 2013-10-06 21:26 (UTC)
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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...]
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...]
[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?
[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?
[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.]
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.]
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.]
I hope I did not hurt you. [If nothing else, that kick of hers certainly hurt.]
[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.]
All done? Does this mean you're ready to go? [Hopefully Mickey remembers where he's meant to be going.]
[Hey. Hey, steaksis.
Hey, stakesiiiiiiis.
Answer your phone, it's Souji. He's been ringing for a while now.]
Hey, stakesiiiiiiis.
Answer your phone, it's Souji. He's been ringing for a while now.]
[Very mysterious indeed. He turns around to look at Riku and blinks once.]
You bet! Just as soon as we have that meeting with Master Yen Sid.
[Mickey it's staring you in the face. Mickey. Come on.
Nope. He's not seeing it.]
You bet! Just as soon as we have that meeting with Master Yen Sid.
[Mickey it's staring you in the face. Mickey. Come on.
Nope. He's not seeing it.]
[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.
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.
[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.]
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.]
[Riku blinks, and puts his hands on his hips, somewhere between amused and exasperated.]
You mean the meeting you were supposed to be at half an hour ago? [Being the worrywart he is, Riku had even started to get concerned something had happened to Mickey en route.] Come on, let's head up before you keep him waiting any longer.
You mean the meeting you were supposed to be at half an hour ago? [Being the worrywart he is, Riku had even started to get concerned something had happened to Mickey en route.] Come on, let's head up before you keep him waiting any longer.
[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.]
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.]
[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.
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.
[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?
--Oh, Souji! Sorry about that -- what's up?
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?
[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?
[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.
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.
[He takes it and looks at it -- studies it, really, as he twirls it by the stem a couple times. Despite how concentrated he looks, he's focusing equally on her question and turning it over, too.]
...Summer. [He doesn't know if she'll ask why, but he'll explain, anyway.] I remember a lot of it. And... [He frowns slightly.] ...I haven't seen snow.
[He doesn't think so, anyway. If he has, he doesn't remember.]
...Summer. [He doesn't know if she'll ask why, but he'll explain, anyway.] I remember a lot of it. And... [He frowns slightly.] ...I haven't seen snow.
[He doesn't think so, anyway. If he has, he doesn't remember.]
Edited (herpderp wut r details) 2013-10-07 20:23 (UTC)
[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?
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?
[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.
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.
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