CALL ME OUT

[deathdesu]

【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/smut/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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fake antumbra test drive

[youspinmeknightround]

[This is unnerving. Suzaku knows he wasn't in a city - wasn't under a moon like this. For him to suddenly be outside suggests a gap in his memories, and that is just the worst possible sign. V.V. made it very clear to him what it could mean if there's that significant of a gap.

This is more than a bit significant, though. He doesn't even recognize this city. It's nowhere within Area 11, but Britannians don't speak the language written all over either.

Just how did he get here... and what has he done? Starting to freak out, he takes out his phone and tries calling his superiors - actually former superiors, he supposes, but Cecile would at least have advice. If it would even pick up, that is.

Met with an unrelenting dead tone, his grip on his phone tightens until it almost looks like it could break the damn thing. Time to change strategies. Though it doesn't seem like there's anything else immediately he could check besides other people around. No choice then, he'll try it - keeping a cautious distance though, he's a public figure where he's from and no telling what anyone's opinion of him would be especially if they look Japanese or Brittanian.]

Excuse me! Do you mind if I ask you some questions?

[twoasone]

Hm?

[Here is a strange man who regards Suzaku with confusion. It's almost as if he's never seen the boy in his life. In fact, he's pretty sure he's been kidnapped himself, judging by the lack of familiar faces in this... This must be some European city, he's fairly sure of that.]

Do they have anything to do with how we got here?

[youspinmeknightround]

"We?" [Suzaku blinks, his head tilting backward as if the news poked him on the bridge of the nose. His circumstances had definitely lead him to think it would only be him wandering confused, but ... of course he's not the only one this could happen to. The lack of recognition is less startling, he's not sure if he should be relieved about it or not though. It's more important to establish what's going on than ever now that there are others involved here. He regains his composure somewhat before answering.]

True, I don't know how I got here. I was going to ask if you'd seen any news station or paper about recent events, but... if you have a gap in your memories regarding how you got here, then it may be more useful to compare the situation. Where were you before?

[twoasone]

Minding my own business! One moment, I'm opening the door to my room, the next I'm walking down another country's street in the middle of the night!

[He can't afford to be entirely truthful. Not when he's just been kidnapped. However, he was opening a door and entering some place he belonged to before he found himself here.]

And yourself? What was the last thing you remember?

[youspinmeknightround]

[Suzaku isn't much of a liar, so he'll just answer with needless seriousness.]

I was meeting with the Knights of Round, and then... the same, I was in these streets. [He assumes that would ring a bell even if his face doesn't, enough that this might even be taken for sarcasm. But the exact situation isn't super important to him anyway. The description is interesting enough.]

It was just as if the places faded into each other... but that should be impossible. It's more likely to be a trick of memory - a gap. We must have been manipulated by someone.

[moonfang]

[Zangetsu is every bit as confused as Suzaku. He was used to empty cities, but this one was... different. He's leaning against one of the buildings and looking at the ground, walking a bit like he's drunk, or as if he's expecting the earth below to do something strange.

The voice catches his attention, and he turns to look in the direction it came from. He looks incredibly pale in the moonlight, from his hair to his skin, except for the dark bars over his eyes. The moon glints off the angular, sharp horns growing from either side of his head]

... Eh? Who the hell are you?

[the man's voice reverberates oddly, giving it a warbled and distorted sound]

[youspinmeknightround]

[This voice doesn't sit right with him at all, about as creepy as seeing horns - a humanoid that even at a glance seems more like a monster. Something like that shouldn't exist, he thinks - but the weirdness in his life has been steadily ramping up after meeting some kind of adult in a child's body who taught him about Geass, so while the possibility of this all being some kind of distortion in his mind caused by said Geass is at the forefront of his mind, it being real seems just possible enough that he will cautiously engage the pale stranger. After all, he IS the one who approached him first.]

My name is Suzaku Kururugi - I am a knight of Britannia. [He decides not to mention exactly how high on the knighthood scale he is, because he's honestly not sure how much that would matter to this dude.]

Will you tell me who you are as well... sir? [he's probably a hallucination but may as well be polite]

[moonfang]

[the pale figure turns -- still apparently having issues with the gravity of the situation, Ha ha -- with a frown on his face. Monstrous is right. Aside from the horns and the strange markings, the young man also has bright yellow eyes set in dark sclera]

... I ain't never heard of ya. [he speaks with a highly casual tone, and it goes a long way to hide his uneasiness. Instead of answering, he narrows his eyes and poses another question;] Where's Ichigo?

[youspinmeknightround]

[What a weird way to dodge the question.]

I've never met anyone by that name, either. Why, are you looking for that person? [he can't tell what gender with a name like that.]

[vaguery]

[Ah yes, waking up in strange and unknown places is sure to be a fun time, and even moreso when it's the dead of night. Not that this girl looks bothered at all when Suzaku calls out to her, turning smoothly on her heel and lightly shifting the books at the waist of her harlequin-like outfit. With a mischievous smile and a light tone:]

Hmm, I wonder. Maybe if you ask politely enough, I'll consider it.

[youspinmeknightround]

[Welp. This sure smacks of some Britannian condescension from the blonde here, but he's used to playing along with that. Time to smile as nonthreateningly as possible, even if it's a bit tight around the edges, very forced since he's in a pretty crap mood.]

Ah, yes, of course... if you can spare the time. Will you please let me know if you've seen anything like a newspaper or TV station around here? Or if you happen to know any recent developments after that big rebellion in Area 11...

[vaguery]

[There's a series of short little hums as she shifts around on her feet, body swaying from side to side as she lifts a finger to her chin.]

Oh? And why exactly do you wanna know about that? Don't tell me you plan on stirring up some trouble.

[youspinmeknightround]

[does he seriously look like a rebel... Suzaku remains calm.]

Definitely not. Actually, I'm trying to fill in what I suspect to be a gap in my memory, and this seemed like the easiest thing I could ask of a stranger to do so. At least, without causing too much inconvenience. I'd look myself, but everything around here is closed.

[p_q]

[He looks like a gothic pillar of salt. Make of that what you will.

Also, Suzaku's getting a dead-eyed stare with a sliver of bonus derisiveness. Ulquiorra's demeanor isn't exactly inviting, so being accosted by someone, and someone visibly losing composure at that, well...]

And just what do you think relying on others in this situation will get you? I have no answers for you.

[youspinmeknightround]

[If he let the derisiveness of others stop him he'd never get anywhere in life, quite literally. If he doesn't want to cooperate, that's fine with him, there are other ways of getting information. But yes, he is freaking out enough that he's not just going to calmly bid him good day.]

But you do presume to already know my situation. I'd sooner ask what you have to gain by hiding it.

[maybe he's already done something that this guy hates him for without having met him - going off appearances he seems more generally asocial than that but still. If he knows the reason he can work with it.]

[p_q]

You are acting the way humans normally would when faced with the unknown -- whether it be an enemy, a situation, or both, as things stand here.

[Asocial, check. Speciesist probably?? Check. Super judgmental as only an undying metaphysical monster could be?? Double check.]

And what have I to gain from answering you?

[jobhopper]

[After the commotion of the Black Rebellion, it's just another day in the empire where the sun never sets and the iron fist never unclenches. Maybe it'd be a good day for coffee, but Sou is relieved the shifts are a little bit later at this place: The soup store. He stands behind the counter and gives a smile to the particularly decorated potential customer.]

Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you?

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[youspinmeknightround]

[That the incident already has a name for the history books is just one more thing Suzaku has to tamp down to contain his emotions. His long-sought after inclusion to the Knights of Round came at such a cost to him that even the little changes he has to make to his life in the aftermath feel incredibly surreal. But it turns out those fancy white suits and knight capes don't just deliver themselves, and thus his travels to a wealthy area brought him through this door. He's lost in thought until the cloying voice pipes up - right, help. Suzaku glances around figuring he'll point at the first thing he sees, and it's only then he realizes just how badly what he's bottling in has blinded him. To the soup, that is. In this whole store, there's only soup.]

Oh... I must have gotten lost. Isn't there a place to buy clothes around here?

[His eyes are drooping with a sort of disbelief at his surroundings. Who makes a store only for canned soup anyway?]

[jobhopper]

"Clo... thes..." ...Sir?

[He can just barely train his voice into polite verification. This isn't actually hospitality that a clerk can reasonably begrudge even the infamous young man. Suzaku looks every bit like an innocent lost boy. This commercial district is pretty high-concept; just as they offer a range of soups here, there are definitely clothing stores right across the street that in their ready-to-wear collections and their tailoring services might well be perfectly suited to the knight's needs.

But Sou stops short of offering detailed directions just yet. Because it occurs to him that the reasons for a Knight of Round to be lost, however guilelessly, still might not be the most innocuous events in the world.]

Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?

[youspinmeknightround]

[The temptation to just say Fuck you here is incredibly strong in the face of the judgmental vibe he's getting off the clerk, and it has been such a long couple of days. But that would be entirely low. No matter what he thinks about him right now or the status he gained, he has no reason to be rude to some poor honorary Britannian getting through his dead-end job. He already excused himself as lost, though, so dispensing with further explanations is also not something he'll bother with.]

Well, where else would I go?

[The SLIGHTEST joke at his own expense there, but he's not exactly smiling - can't muster it. Without breaking eye contact, Suzaku grabs a random can off the nearest shelf and approaches the counter - he's interpreted that response as a don't-talk-to-me-if-you're-not-buying-something, basically. It'd be easier to just leave, of course, but he's wound up enough as to not let anything go, no matter how small.]

Here. You can answer seriously, or not.

[The guy probably recognizes him, so he doesn't really expect to be treated nicely. But he's Japanese... Suzaku idly wonders if he had supported the Black Knights, and if he should destroy his illusions if so.]

[jobhopper]

[Sou accepts the can with a smile in spite of the eye contact. He can't really lie to himself that the technically younger dude isn't in charge here as well as fully aware of that. He wonders if he can double scan the soup or something, get the knight to write it off as an expense for the Holy Britannian Empire, but as an honorary Britannian, he can't risk it with the greater scrutiny. His name tag of "Sou" is a given name printed in Britannian script, not the surname that would have been the most common approach back before the invasion.]

You know how this place has the precious little village setup? [He hefts the can emphatically in his hand now that it's lifted back up from the scanner.] The grids of streets with the oversized fake trees that practically get in the way of the signs. [If an irreverent answer is allowed, then he might as well give one; who knows when Sou will get the chance again.]

If you cross the street and go all the way down to the other corner - so, left - to the white building, you should be able to see the clothes through the big glass windows. Sorry ours are so small, that must have been confusing. We try to keep direct sunlight off the soup when possible. [He shoves the soup can into a plastic bag, then rotates a card reader towards Suzaku without looking down at its location.] Would you like to visit the website on your receipt and fill out a five-minute survey on your experience at our store?

Post-R6 AU PSL ~ Fallen Ashes

[otherworldlyking]

[ So, things had ended on a fairly high note, better than what McBurn had anticipated himself, even. But, eventually, he had to say his goodbyes, which looked half-assed, but to anyone who knew him...him saying any at all was pretty much a big deal. It meant he gave kind of at least a little care.

Anyway, little time passed and he took it easy when he'd returned back to Zemuria. Even Duvalie didn't harp on him as much as usual when he was being his usual lazy self, seeming more subdued than that. He didn't care either way, but it was probably for the better.

Though he did still do what he needed to do.

So here he was on Bryonia Island, a place that was definitely a nice, area of solitude that provided that perfect cover for an Ouroboros meeting to rattle off plans, and such. Or maybe it was also a nice place for a walk, with its sandy shores and hills that extended into one tall mountain. Which McBurn decided to take advantage on and stroll on out of the meeting after a bit. He's an Enforcer, he'd be told if he was needed or whatever.

However, he did stop at one point, sensing a disturbance in the force, so to speak. Curiosity drew him closer to a point on the Island nearby a large rock along the sandy shore. What would he find—or rather, who would he find? ]

[poorlovefool]

[He'll see a lone figure, a man huddled with his back against the sea wind - not freezing, he hasn't been there long, but still a bit chilly considering he's lacking a shirt. That doesn't mean there isn't anything there, of course. His chest is bandaged and seeping through with blood. Something is definitely not right here.

For one thing, this person is Eric, and he's got tears falling with each heaving breath. He's done everything he thought he could in this situation. Because his reaction time was good after two death games, the stab was shallow, after he escaped he could easily take care of his first aid after the number of times he'd been beaten down. A healing potion would have been even better, but he didn't think of it and couldn't have gone back to his house with the alembic anyway. After all, his house was their house, and she... she.... she's the one who did this to him... He had no idea anything was wrong, and then what she said to him while she did it.... he knows their relationship is over.

Maybe anyone in Skyrim would have saved their god. He isn't thinking straight, though. With his power, he takes himself as close as he can to the first place he can think of - to find McBurn. There's a part of him that just can't forget the image of him saving him. The gall it takes to teleport into a probable hive of scum and villainy doesn't really cross his mind. What he does know is it'll be easier for him to look for his friend once his eyes aren't loaded up with water... but then, the guy kind of stands out, so once he's close enough Eric will look up and there he is. He just gets up and runs toward him, not sure what he's even going to say, other than 'help.']

[otherworldlyking]

[ In the moonlight, the red was instantly noticeable and that stopped any sort of greeting McBurn would've bothered with. Some thoughts quickly raced through his mind, but he dispelled them almost immediately because they're suppositions, and nothing useful without him knowing the circumstances. Though he was more or less sure that given Eric's state of clothing it likely couldn't be a monster that caused the damage. ]

What happened?

[ There's a clear frown on his lips, once he's closed the distance between him walking forward, and Eric heading towards him. His eyes flickered over at the bloodied bandages again, and upon closer examination he surmised it probably wasn't too deep of a wound. Still, he's reaching into his pocket because he never quite used the healing potion Caleb had given to him and held it out to Eric.

Seeing the tears (or red eyes by evidence of previous crying) more clearly made the suppositions and flurry of internal questions return, much to his agitation. Despite the fact he's quite frankly pissed someone or something did something to Eric, he kept his anger in check, and then gestured to the building a little ways off to the side.

It was hard to see at this time of night, but it wasn't too far away. ]

...And follow me to the resort while we talk.

[ McBurn would wait for Eric to take the healing potion, before beginning to lead him to the building. ]

[poorlovefool]

[He's such a sight for (literally) sore eyes. Especially that he even kept a potion, which was just what Eric wanted. McBurn was the right choice after all. Eric manages to smile through the tears. It's completely crooked and false, but it's his skill.]

A-Alright- [Eric sniffles, taking it from him to gulp down while the taller man watches him with those sharp, expectant eyes. The magic begins working, heating up inside his wound and pulling the tissues back together. He can feel at least a little relief... maybe walk without fainting... although the smell of blood that's still permeating him would have made him do just that, were he not already deeply versed in digging around inside of corpses. And Mira wanted to do that to him - he's definitely still queasy about all of this, but he'll follow, dragging his feet and letting the bottle clatter onto the sand.]

I just... h-had to fight... Mira... she doesn't love me. [He kind of sobs this out since this is what he feels the most pathetic about, what's on the forefront of his mind, and what hurts the most. But he continues lest McBurn thinks he was out here committing seppuku or something.]

S-She tried to kill me... wants to see w-what my heart looks like... fuck....

[It's pretty fucked up!! Although the place the blood seeping at was not that close to the heart. That had to be left in tact so she could examine it properly after all. But he's putting his hand over it, as he wonders why this one thing could be so much more important than, well, him. Though maybe it wouldn't have surprised him, if he didn't know at least one other person who sees some worth in him.]