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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.
[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?
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?
[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?
Good afternoon, Sir. How can I help you?
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?
[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?
"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?
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?
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?
[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?
[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?]
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?]
[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.
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.
"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?
[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?
[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.]
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.]
[Huh. He must not be Britannian or a Number, that's for sure. He looks a bit like one, so it's surprising, but he's got a point about moving on so he won't linger on that.]
I'd fill you in, but you're right. [Kind of a relief really. It's not as though being in the Knights is a particular point of pride. He's just doing what he has to.]
Do you have any idea what this language is in the store windows is? It's the only clue I can think of that immediately comes to mind, but I admit I have no idea what it is. Studying foreign languages wasn't my strong suit.
[he's the kind of guy who gets his top grades in gym class...]
I'd fill you in, but you're right. [Kind of a relief really. It's not as though being in the Knights is a particular point of pride. He's just doing what he has to.]
Do you have any idea what this language is in the store windows is? It's the only clue I can think of that immediately comes to mind, but I admit I have no idea what it is. Studying foreign languages wasn't my strong suit.
[he's the kind of guy who gets his top grades in gym class...]
[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]
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]
[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]
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]
[Definitely the best idea. He doesn't have time to just stand here and discuss politics.]
I don't speak the language myself, but I have a feeling we're in the middle of some European city...
[He glances at his immediate surroundings. No shops are open, no cars on the road...]
And a quiet one at that.
I don't speak the language myself, but I have a feeling we're in the middle of some European city...
[He glances at his immediate surroundings. No shops are open, no cars on the road...]
And a quiet one at that.
[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?
... 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?
[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?
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?
[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.]
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.]
[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.
Hmm, I wonder. Maybe if you ask politely enough, I'll consider it.
Unfortunately, you're spot on. But the way you said that... I suppose you've never heard of the Britannian Empire, huh. [Given his looks he suppose he can't take it for granted.]
Not that it has anything to do with that, but... What exactly are you? Some kind of... [this is SO laughably fantastic, but.] ... a spirit?
Not that it has anything to do with that, but... What exactly are you? Some kind of... [this is SO laughably fantastic, but.] ... a spirit?
Damn. I hate bein' right sometimes. [he stays leaning against the building. He scratches at his chin thoughtfully] I've heard of Britain, but s'far as I know, it ain't been an empire for quite some time.
[he grins though, unsettlingly -- his teeth are too sharp and too white against the black-blue color of his gums] Wow. Yer perceptive. I'm actually surprised you can see me at all.
[he grins though, unsettlingly -- his teeth are too sharp and too white against the black-blue color of his gums] Wow. Yer perceptive. I'm actually surprised you can see me at all.
[Wow, how old is this spirit???]
I see... well, nowadays it hasn't been called Britain for a long time either. If you mean the British islands, that became part of the E.U. - Britannia controls the American continents and, well, everything else they conquered. It's a lot...
[wait, why is he explaining history to a ghost.]
So, are you telling me people can't normally see you?
[he's gotta process this for a moment because it's bewildering, yet makes total sense. Of course people can't see a horned spirit thing. Who has ever heard of that in real life?]
...I hope I'm not actually losing my senses, but... my eyes have been opened to plenty of strange things in the past few days, maybe I was somehow on my guard for more. I've certainly never seen anything like you before.
I see... well, nowadays it hasn't been called Britain for a long time either. If you mean the British islands, that became part of the E.U. - Britannia controls the American continents and, well, everything else they conquered. It's a lot...
[wait, why is he explaining history to a ghost.]
So, are you telling me people can't normally see you?
[he's gotta process this for a moment because it's bewildering, yet makes total sense. Of course people can't see a horned spirit thing. Who has ever heard of that in real life?]
...I hope I'm not actually losing my senses, but... my eyes have been opened to plenty of strange things in the past few days, maybe I was somehow on my guard for more. I've certainly never seen anything like you before.
It's almost like the place was evacuated. Us alone in a Europian City sounds like pretty bad news...
[And yes he pronounced that slightly differently from 'European.' Different emphasis - EurOPIan.]
I don't know about your country, but Britannia's been at war with the E.U. for some time. I doubt we've actually been taken prisoner in such a spacious area, but who knows what this could mean...
[And yes he pronounced that slightly differently from 'European.' Different emphasis - EurOPIan.]
I don't know about your country, but Britannia's been at war with the E.U. for some time. I doubt we've actually been taken prisoner in such a spacious area, but who knows what this could mean...
[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...
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...
[At first, Shin could have chalked it up to a different accent- Not that he was one to judge, given his own when speaking English- but now the boy is using strange names and referencing things that didn't happen.]
Britannia? You mean the United Kingdom? I'm usually too busy to keep up with news from other countries, but I thought the U.K. was part of the E.U.
[Or at least it was last time he checked.]
Britannia? You mean the United Kingdom? I'm usually too busy to keep up with news from other countries, but I thought the U.K. was part of the E.U.
[Or at least it was last time he checked.]
Edited 2020-01-03 05:35 (UTC)
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