CALL ME OUT MEME

[danidanidanica]

【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/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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Calling Hibiki!

[noblejustice]

[Enrique decides today was bright and sunny enough, so he takes Hibiki out for lessons on horseback riding. After their lessons or so he plans, they'll go on a nature walk and feed some birds.]

Hibiki, are you ready to depart?

Hibiki, reporting for duty!

[saving_sound]

Y-yes!

[She's still a little nervous being around an animal as big as a horse, but with Enrique nearby, she just knows she'll be safe.]

I'm ready to go!

[noblejustice]

Don't be nervous, you'll be riding on the same horse as me. I'd be worried about your safety letting you ride a large horse on your own.

[He helps her up onto the saddle of his steed, then follows after her to sit down.]

Hold onto me tight now, Hibiki. But not too tight, all right?

Tatsuma!

[toliveistoprotect]

[With how cautious the clan can be, Yamato have grown used to Tatsuma's company as his quiet bodyguard. He doesn't mind this arrangement at all. Tatsuma's skilled and he never troubled him during his work.

When he's almost done with the paperwork, he speaks without looking up.]

Are you hungry, Tatsuma?

[strawberrypunch]

[He looks at Yamato with an expression of mild surprise, as if he had been spacing out this entire time. Which isn't entirely true, of course - you just tend to get distracted when you're busy trying to sense any unexpected movement long before it has the chance to become a threat.

Still, it quickly becomes one of his usual soft smiles.]

A little.

Hibiki

[revivepartner]

[Guess who just jumped in through the window.]

Yo.

My Christmas present is all the window jumping *o*

[saving_sound]

[Oh there goes the window again...

.............WAIT THIS IS THE FOURTH FLOOR.]

Er. S-Silver-san...?

Placeholding mostly!

[paralyzing]

[ There is a single girl standing along the sidewalk, guitar in hand. Disheveled from her street performance, she finishes off her song with one last strum to her guitar. Her voice tapers off slowly; it's clear that the girl has talent and passion for the craft. ]

We are pretending she is not wearing a skimpy JRPG outfit here

[tank_sniper]

[She'd really just been out to get food for the night, but...

The girl's playing had caught her attention, and it became difficult to draw herself away. At first she had worried about getting home late, but the music had drawn her in, and she soon dismissed the idea of leaving before the end of the performance. Nobody was at home anyway, so it didn't really matter when she got there.

As Iwasawa finishes, she gives a small applause. She almost reaches for her wallet, but her hand freezes in the action - she doesn't have a whole lot of money to spare, especially after buying her food for the week. But at the same time, it feels... wrong, not doing anything more to show her appreciation for the music. It had been such a good performance, especially for a street musician...

Instead, all she can do is watch Iwasawa with a conflicted expression.]

Any of your high school kids.

[mightyheisnot]

[...Ah, looks like he ended up so lost that he ended up in a strange looking place governed by metallic beast and strange types of magic. True, most normal people would be surprised by this, but for Alibaba, who had seen weird things, this seemed par for the course.

Who am I kidding he's probably just jumping away from a lot of things out of reflex, and quite possibly to you!]

[strawberrypunch]

[As if you could run into Tatsuma, he's far too aware of his surroundings to get bumped into like that!

Instead he quickly sidesteps, giving Alibaba a curious look. Are you okay, dude?]

Aoi

[second_destiny]

[There's a blizzard outside. The apartment building is snowed in. So right now, Asemu is knocking on the door to Aoi's apartment to check in on her.]

Hey, it's me. You there?

[eyewillprotect]

[It takes a while, but she does eventually answer the door, looking rather concerned.]

Asemu...? You shouldn't have come with all of this snow.

[She hurriedly moves aside, clearly inviting him inside where it's not nearly so cold.]

Calling for Hibiki!

[trainwrecking]

Oi, Oi, Hibiki!

[He's knocking on your window instead of just crashing through it. What kind of moron would do that anyway?]

[saving_sound]

[A shocking number as it were. But aside from the surprise of an unexpected knock, she hurries on over quickly enough.]

Ah-- Otonashi-san?

[...Wait a minute, here.]

Umm, why the window...?

Calling for Shino in... any incarnation, RL or Sinon or gameverse

[trainwrecking]

((Since I'm not sure, this'll be generic-ish...))

[Years. It must have been years. So engrained was the routine of transient souls coming and going, and so carefully calculated were the subtle changes in NPCs that at first, Otonashi did not question these new faces.

New arrivals, new deaths, new anguish for these freshly deceased. Tragic, but expected. It was his way to give them time to adjust first. They would come, he would do his best to befriend them, and then they would be on their way to rebirth. All of this should have been painfully routine, and he should have had no trouble extending just enough of his heart (figuratively speaking) to them--

-- except the world was wrong. Everything looked alien, and for a moment he thought felt a twinge of unwelcome fear. He does well not to wear it on his face, and instead moves to one of the passersby.

A girl. She looked... like someone he might encounter in his little slice of afterlife space. Maybe after existing with so many damaged teenagers, he could just pick them out of a crowd. Hard to say.]

Excuse me, if I could ask you a question or two... [Augh. He was so used to having everything under control that it felt odd to even pose a question about environment. Really, he wasn't even convinced that he sounded natural.]

[sharpeyedshooter]

[He may want to revise that thought once he gets a better look at her - there's a hat covering her sensitive ears from the cold, but that sure is a tail swishing behind her. When he calls out, she turns, her expression mild.]

Hm? What is it?

Calling human Shino for BNW!

[emotonashi]

[Tossing the rest of the meager food he could spare to the tiny fire foxes--probably more mouths than he should be worrying about, but alas--he readjusts his backpack and heads off in the direction of school. Not his favorite place, but heading to the hospital to visit Hatsune while school was in session would only get him another scolding.

While he abstains from skipping out to see his sister, Otonashi pointedly takes the long way over. He heads towards the home of Shino's grandparents--taking special care to avoid giving himself away immediately, as usual--and waits directly underneath one of the windows.

It's a dangerous game to play sometimes, but waiting out in the open had already gotten him caught. If he's not going to the hospital to avoid the talking-to, then there's scant appeal in getting disciplined by Shino's grandparents, either.

Still, he wants to walk her to school, so he takes the risk. The bullying had ramped up again for both of them. Might as well face it as a team.]

VIOLENTLY CRASHES INTO ♥

[sharpeyedshooter]

I'm going now!

[She hardly waits for the reply from her mother and grandparents before exiting the house, slinging a bag over her shoulder. Her attendance records have always been good, but not because she particularly liked her classes. Instead, she simply kept a mental calendar of how many days remained before she could finally graduate from the school - and hopefully the bullying - for good.

...Well, she could always wish, couldn't she?

It's when she passes by that window that she stops for just a moment, her eyes immediately going to the boy standing there waiting. It wasn't all the time by any means, but she's long since grown accustomed to checking if he was hiding there again. The sight of him honestly makes her smile weakly, knowing what the two of them will likely face at school, but at the same time...

It's a bit encouraging, knowing she won't be alone.

Rather than greet him verbally so close to the house, she simply nods in the direction of the school and continues at a quick trot.]

t-thank you for indulging my freakout... it'll probably still be Yuzuru cause I ♥ him but let's tr

[worldbuilds]

[Predictably, he tossed the small fire animals their morning ration, making note to speak nothing of it. By now, it was all awfully routine, and he knew exactly what to do once he arrived at Shino's door.

No. No, not door, he reminds himself, picking up the pace. Window. Her grandparents had yet to catch onto that, and hopefully today's escapade wouldn't change any of that. So far, he had contented himself with sitting patiently outside the window and waiting for her signal. But nobody got anywhere by not pushing the envelope, so as he carefully trots up to her house, he circles around to her window specifically.

And, without further hesitation, he gently taps on it.]

Shino, hey. [If she's decent, he might just waltz right in. But naturally, he has enough respect for her not to do that without checking first.]

[sharpeyedshooter]

[It's a good thing he caught her when he did. She's just finished tying in her ribbons when she hears the expected tap, and quickly makes her way to the window to open it up.]

There you are. I was wondering if you were going to show up.

Guess.

[infinitejustice]

[So, someone just broke the target record. Ten targets, ten bulls-eyes. And the person who accomplished that feet is leaving the target range after having accomplished that. And he's got a fairly neutral expression on his face.]

golly who could it be

[tank_sniper]

((OOC: Also assuming a virtual space since otherwise this wouldn't really work...!))

[There's a smattering of applause from the people around, but one in particular remains silent, making no move to mask the fact that she was watching.

It's not often you see a girl playing these games (especially as it is impossible to play as the opposite gender when it comes to this brand of VR), and her appearance gives absolutely no hint as to what kind of player she is. Whereas most others have their weapons displayed proudly and prominently, she remains dressed in what are clearly casual clothes that give no particular bonuses, and doesn't appear to be armed.

Of course, given it's a game, that's hardly ever true.

As much as she itches to break his record in turn, there's no way she could - not because she is incapable, but because her weapon of choice isn't really suited for a shooting range like this. If anything, she was more here to take a break than participate herself.

Well, that and scope out any competition that may be dumb enough to show off in the shooting range. It's surprisingly common.]

either post Asgard or just free, but Hibiki!

[trainwrecking]

[ The young girl would never have caught his eye had her existence been less of a novelty to him. While he knows he possesses memories of people younger than himself, he cannot recall meeting anyone like her in what must have been years. Years, decades, maybe more—all of it blends together in his mind. And yet he feels his stomach turn and his head ache, as if overcome with dread. His consciousness seems to scold itself for feeling like he ought to know her but coming up blank when he tries to place a name.

It's been a while since he felt that nagging nothingness when trying to call back a memory.

In spite of his frayed clothing, bringing no mention to the new and old blood on him, he approaches her but stops short before he can reach her. The space they exist in warps on him again, as if it, too, is trying to find its footing in the universe. Where, when, how are they?

She couldn't possibly know.

So he nudges his hands in the tattered remains of his pockets, ignoring the thin or missing fabric, and moves away from her—only to hit the ground when the world shifts, confused, disoriented amongst the thick smog. Had the girl been a dream?

Is this a dream? ]

/SLAMS INTO

[tea_rs]

[It's strange...

She feels at first like she ought to know this person. There's some strange familiarity there, but all she can remember are fleeting instances that are gone before she can recall them fully, almost as though it were only a dream.

But then he falls, and those thoughts are pushed from her mind completely as she beings rushing to her side, her feet moving before she even realizes it. She doesn't know where they are, or what any of this is, but none of that matters in the face of someone who could be injured. Her hands rest lightly on his shoulder as she timidly gives him a shake, not quite sure what she can even do to help, but not about to leave him, either.]

A-are you okay-?!