Call Me Out!

[mysaki]

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【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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Accelerator, please? Random scenario 3, 5 (Bad pick up lines.... Him, please?)

[mysterical]

[She'd never been to this restaurant before, but she'd heard good things about it from the other girls in her division. The atmosphere upon entering was nice. A little cheesy, but nothing that she couldn't overlook if she was with the right person. However, it was quiet and the staff seemed attentive as she waited to be seated, so she couldn't complain.

Everything was fine until she sat waiting for her foot to arrive, when a stranger approached her table. He obviously wasn't a waiter, and so his presence was completely unexpected.]

Yes, may I help you?

hahahaha this is going to be awkward and fun lmao crack thread ahoy

[vectorchange]

[Accelerator was definitely not in the habit of doing this...but there comes a time in life when you have to step outside the box and do something you wouldn't normally do. Sometimes the box literally throws you out of it and you're wondering what the fuck happened. This is one of those times for Accelerator.]

...So are you tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day.

[He internally facepalms at his cheesiness. This was worse than the time he said "should have trained harder" after throwing a literal train on one the Misaka brats the bastards had him kill.]

Oh, god, yes, this is fun!

[mysterical]

[She blinked in confusion at the young man.]

I'm sorry. What?

and here we go

[vectorchange]

"...I said nothing."

[That wasn't entirely accurate but he wasn't going to repeat that godawful line again. Maybe he'd get lucky and she hadn't heard him. The hell had he been thinking?]

"Any one sitting here?"

Hehe, sorry, but stress was bad for tag drive

[mysterical]

[She continued to blink at him but nodded at the chair.]

N-no. It's free.

its cool

[vectorchange]

...Mind if I have a seat?

[Yes, he's trying to be polite and a gentleman. He's an asshole without any real interest in people- but hey, the whole "fuck everything and be as shitty as possible thing gets old after a while. Especially when its genuine.]

Yata! There is no escaping the horror... (Even if it is new horror.)

[oathshackledbird]

[The stark white empty room is a large contrast to the last thing that Diarmuid remembers. That had been drowning a swirling vortex of anger and hate--red and black dancing and filling his vision. Filling his entire being even.

Of course considering he had just been forced to kill himself by a person he was suppose to be able to trust, his reaction doesn't seem so extreme. As he kneels on the floor, he looks from his hand, to his chest, to the ground, shocked to see that there is blood on none of those things.

Somehow, he is alive again but this feel different. For one thing, he still remembers the past war, so this isn't a resummons to a new war. This is...what exactly?

Diarmuid slowly stands almost expecting to be dizzy since he had been dying and is pleasantly surprised to find he is not. That in itself is enough to make him very wary. Suddenly, his entire presence changes from shock and surprise, to alertness and suspicion. When his eyes settle on the one other thing in the room--a person--they narrow. The person could very well be as confused about things as he is or he might be part of the trap.

Time to find out which.]

What is this place? Do you know?

Poor Dia!

[shortstature]

[The last thing Yata could remember was The Black Dog launching him into Fushimi- and his Homra mark burning against his skin, something that had never happened before. He could remember Fushimi gently telling him Mikoto-san wasn't going to make it after carefully inspecting what was causing him pain. But now...the damn traitor's comforting hand and voice were gone, and he had no idea where the hell he was.]

Eh?

{Maybe Fushimi was gone, but there was a voice. Yata came to the sudden realization that he wasn't even laying on snow anymore. Yet the room he is in is definitely the same color as snow. Was it the actual temperature of the room that made him feverishly shiver or was it some psychological thing, or maybe an actual physical illness?]

N-no...I have no idea where we are...I'm pretty sure I don't even know you...

{He opens his eyes and sits up. The person speaking isn't someone knows- but there is a shadow of blind rage on this guy's face that Yata is all too familiar with. He doesn't point this out or press the issue, however. But it certainly makes him curious.]

What is his life even? X.x

[oathshackledbird]

No, I don't think there is any way you could know me.

[Diarmuid shakes his head, dismissing any thoughts he had about this person being involved in what was going on. It's quite obvious that he is just as confused as the servant himself is. That also means that he won't know anymore than Diarmuid does when it comes to what is going on here.

Cautiously, he begins to explore the room giving the other man a chance to gather himself since he seems just as dazed as Diarmuid had been moments before. Unfortunately, there isn't a whole lot in the room, though he does notice a small table that he had missed before. As he approaches, he notices there are two letters on the table. One has his name on it and the other a name he doesn't know.]

Are you Misaki Yata by any chance?

;-;

[shortstature]

[Yata takes a few deep breaths before answering. He'd always been hot tempered, and Kusanagi had taught him long ago that a few deep breaths could clear his head.]

"Yeah, I'm Yata Misaki. But call me Yata or Yatagarasu. I hate that other name."

[He scowls a moment before walking over to the letters.]

I wonder what the fuck this is? You don't look anything like the kind of person I'd be familiar with...yet...at the same time, you do. This is weird as hell.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid hands Yata the letter with his name on it. Once he has, he gives the man a closer look before shaking his head.]

Unless you were a master I did not know from the War, I have no idea how we could know each other. I...did not have the opportunity to meet many people before things ended....

[Darkness and anger enter his eyes, but he pushes them away, instead forcing himself to focus on what is going on currently. He turns his letter over in his hands for a few moments before shrugging.]

I guess we won't learn anything if we don't look, will we?

Yogi!

[beforetights]

[Today was a special day. Today was the day that Cu Chulainn taught his friend how to catch fish.]

Okay! Watch carefully!

[He waves his fishing pole made of a stick and a length of yarn.]

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid watches excitedly, but flinches back a bit when his friend starts waving the pole around. He knows how things like to fly out of his friends hands. The last thing he wants is for one of them to get hurt before they even get started!]

I can see it! Stop waving it around and show me already!

[blondedork]

[Yogi's surprised to find two children like this alone in a place full of monsters. He really hoped these children weren't monsters themselves, although they didn't seem like it.]

O-oi! You two! Are you quite alright?

[He calls out to the small children, who seem quite unaware that this place was full of monsters, which was why Circus had stopped here.]

[beforetights]

[Cu Chulainn stops concentrating on the fish to look at the strange man who suddenly came running.]

I'm fine. What's wrong?

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid also looks at the stranger in confusion--what is he so upset about?--before waving at him happily.]

Are you going to come fish with us too, Lord? Isn't this a good place to fish? It's so pretty and quiet!

vague-ish prompt I'M SORRY? :O

[tsunemori]

[ Was this some other game? Akane's not entirely sure as her head still feels a bit woozy, but the sounds of industrial steel kept her headache pounding as loud as ever. Pulling out her phone, she'll flip it open to see that the outgoing signal was inactive. Something was keeping her phone out, which meant the Dominator she had with her was likely to not work either. Kicking it to the side with a heel, she lifts her head to look around the darkened space. Somewhere underground?

(Just what was she doing before she arrived here?) ]

it's perfectly ok

[psychopass]

[Makishima smiles as he watches the Inspector from a small room full of monitors. The entire underground area has been rigged with surveillance cameras. Just how the Inspector was brought here and just what he is planning is not something he wants made known just yet. In fact, he doesn't even want his presence known just yet. His smirk grows as he eyes the monitors, sipping a small glass of tomato juice.]

It's been quite a long time, Inspector. I hope you haven't forgotten me or believed that you'd seen the last of me. I don't see how that would be possible, but...just in case...

[He lets out a soft laugh as he watches Tsunemori get her bearings and investigate the room. He knows he's left a mobile device hidden in that room with an offline map of this underground tunnel network. It reminds him immensely of the first time he'd met the Inspector. However, this time, there is no friend of hers for him to murder. And he's not setting a mad hunter loose on her, either. Today, he is a scientist. And this is nothing more than an experiment. Is she going to find the map, and will she trust it if she does? These maps, while accurate, certainly don't indicate how easy or difficult the paths might be. It was almost as interesting as watching a rat in a maze, but frankly, he was hoping the Inspector was far more valuable and interesting than a common lab rat, although she would undoubtedly make a good one should anyone force that role upon her.]

Heeeeey Lucifer

[occultaddiction]

[ One of Isaac's favorite past times was going out in the woods behind the school in the dead of night to perform (or at least attempt to perform in some cases) magical rituals and summonings. Tonight he was performing the latter.

His magical circle was carefully drawn out on the ground. He triple checked it against the one in his book. He had candles lit at each of the four major compass points and he was properly attired in an appropriately sinister looking black cloak. He recited the Latin incantation without stumbling over the words once. ]

---Now come forth evil one and form a contract with me! I am your master now!

[ His heart pounded as the wind picked up and extinguished the candles. The magical circle began to glow. It was working...!]

[neetlife]

[The demon general was quite surprised at haven been summoned. Lucky for the little brat that had called him, he wasn't in the middle of anything important and Maou-sama had been preoccupied and not likely to need him. He decides to attempt to scare the boy by speaking in a dramatic tone that did not accurately convey his intent.]

Who has dared summoned me with the intend of forming a contract?

[He's totally not as into this as he's making it look like, Isaac, so don't be scared.]

You'd best have a good reason for this or your soul is in mortal peril!

[Yeah, he's not really gonna take your soul. That's not even something he can actually do.]

Yata

[self_destructing]

[One Red King here to call out his clan!]

[shortstature]

[Of course the boy's not going to ignore a direct summons from his King and hero, Mikoto Suoh! And here he comes, like the loyal puppy he is!]

You called, Mikoto-san?

[self_destructing]

[Of course not and there stands his King, hands hooked into his pockets. A cigarette resting lazily between his lips. Those eyes have that same expression, the face the same impassive one as the head tilts. The voice in it's ever present tone.]

We got a job.

[You heard that right Yata, Mikoto is taking you on a job with him.]

[shortstature]

[Yata grins at his King, eager to serve. This was a direct request from Mikoto-san after all! Maybe if he did a really good job, the Red King would praise him and those idiots like Bandou would stop making fun of him. Maybe.]

Alright! What is it, Mikoto-san? I'm on it!

[self_destructing]

A few idiots need to learn a lesson.

[Mikoto slips his hands in his pockets and begins to walk. A small scuffle by HOMRA standards it would still give Yata and Mikoto a little chance to let loose.

The cigarette burns where it hangs loosely between his lips, the lazy gaze sends itself upward to the sky for a moment as they walk. A stark contrast to the rambunctious teenager beside him.]