05 ❥

[requiems]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

claudia auditore | lucy stillman | kinomoto sakura | jenny zack fair | rikku | paddra nsu-yeul | nowi kat | kairi | kate bishop | lirael sabriel | ruby lucas | hanamura yosuke | tomoe mami zephyr | driselle sharil | milla maxwell | rapunzel ✨ refer to the list above for muses i really want to play with. ✨ 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/explicit/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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Mami

[second_destiny]

[It's the end of the work day, and Asemu is leaving the base. Because he's an officer, he doesn't have to live on-site; instead, he has his own house not too far away. Today was shaping up to be a normal day.

That is, until he noticed a girl looking at the entrance to the base from across the street. Figuring that his drive home can wait, he decides to see what's up.

From Mami's perspective, she will see a young man, at most only a few years older than her, wearing a custom white version of the typical military uniform. He doesn't look like he wants trouble; in fact, his face is showing an expression of polite curiosity.]

Uh, hi. Something on the grounds catch your attention?

[wantedtolive]

[Whatever Mami is doing is cast aside as the young man approaches, with practice. That is to say, she curls up her fingers in one hand around her Soul Gem before it returns to being a ring, on her middle finger. She wasn't looking at it directly, but this was the place. This was the place where either a Familiar or a Witch was lurking.

But it was faint. It likely would not be a threat for several days, but still, it was something she would have to see to, eventually. It paid to be ahead.

She notices Asemu as he exits the base, after several minutes of studying it, Soul Gem bright in her closed hand. It would be difficult to enter, given its use. It would be disasterous if something were to happen, here. These were trained officers, not just your average civilians.

But she does have a cover. She smiles pleasently.]

A school project. Of course, not for entering the grounds, but simply the area around them. I was waiting for a friend, but I don't believe she is coming...

[second_destiny]

Ah, okay.

[Asemu takes a closer look at the girl he's speaking to. She certainly looks like she's school-age, but not much younger than himself.]

Just thought I'd check. Sometimes we get curious civilians, but it never hurts to check, you know?

So, this project...anything I could help with?

[wantedtolive]

Of course. Though I would not worry. You are well defended, and that includes against intruders.

[As to the latter, she shakes her head.]

Unless you have a camera.

[second_destiny]

[That gets Asemu to smile. He knows himself where the weaknesses in security lie for their base, and it's possible for someone to get in and do damage under the right set of circumstances -- very unlikely, but still possible. But if nothing else, they're clearly giving the civilian population the right impression, and he believes in making sure they feel secure.]

Well, I have something that contains a camera. Does that help, or do you need something better?

[wantedtolive]

[An interesting turn of events, this.

But she does smile easily in response, even if it's a standard gesture, for her. Geniune smiles are harder to come by.]

It should help quite a lot, sir.

[second_destiny]

All right!

--Oh, but you don't need to call me sir. Just Asemu is fine.

[Grinning, Asemu reaches into his pocket and pulls out an odd-looking device. He presses a button, taps some icons on the screen, and the screen gives way to a view of the concrete below his feet. He raises it up, and the view shifts to the fence across the street.]

Okay! What do you need a photo of?

Driselle

[blue_flames]

[Word had spread through the town. There was a horde of monsters slowly gathering around outside. They didn't look like they were interested in leaving, either, so they'd have to be slain or driven off. Time to find someone to do that!

Oh, wait.

A single man left the town and walked calmly toward where the monsters had gathered. He was armed only with a blade and no magic of any kind. To the common observer, it looked like he was committing suicide.

But the result was something different entirely. The lone man was able to singlehandedly slay several monsters, and those he didn't slay were instead forced to flee lest they also feel the edge of the golden blade the man wielded.

It might be a good idea to find out who that man is. Right?]

[ladysharil]

[Word had indeed spread, and it wasn't long until the rumours circling Sharilton made it to the Sharil household. Of course, it wasn't long until more rumours came that someone had gone out towards Fort Gondala, alone, to face them.

This was just as Driselle was about to resolve the issue with the Sharilton guard, or seeing if Elize or Rowen could deal with the problem. But it seemed that wouldn't be necessary. As she hurriedly made her way into town and past the inn towards the town entrance, a crowd had gathered to play audience. It was diminishing, though, as the spectacle was over as the monsters retreated.

After a few minutes of weaving her way through the crowd towards the mysterious figure (helped in part by her guard and the fact many recognised her and looked to her for guidance), Driselle made it to the front of the gathered group.]

Excuse me. Did you take out those monsters?

[blue_flames]

[Ike had been making his way back to town. He had just sheathed his sword when he was approached.

After the past few years, Ike knew a noble when he saw one. It was pretty clear by her attire and her entourage of guards. Still, he'd learned to at least give any given noble a chance to prove themselves, thanks to the number of good nobles he had met over time.]

Yes, I did. I figured someone needed to deal with them, so I did so myself. I wasn't out of line, was I?

[ladysharil]

[The few guards with her busy themselves with encouraging the stalling members of the audience to leave, or to talk to those of the city guard protecting the entrances, leaving Driselle to what she does best.] Not at all. [She smiles, shaking her head.] They did need to be dealt with. I was just on my way to thank you for protecting Sharilton - thank you for lending us your aid, sir.

[blue_flames]

[That gets Ike to smile. It's not often he gets gratitude like that from a noble, especially in person like she was doing.]

Not at all. I'm simply glad I could help. I may be a mercenary, but I'd never abandon people who need aid just because I usually work for coin.

[ladysharil]

I am glad to hear it. I feared the worst, once I heard the news of the attack... but I am pleased to see that you are unharmed. [A thought occurs to her.] You must come to the manor, so I may thank you properly. I insist! [She doesn't have much in the way of money to offer him (most of it is still tied up in the recent war or in Sharilton or in the household, most of it she never sees) but she can show hospitality.]

Heeeey Yosuke. Girl you might just get lucky with, y/y?

[dclass]

[[While I can't exactly provide the framework I can at least give you an idea of who you're working with. This is Aurica Nestmile, from that game I've been rambling about in recent weeks, Ar tonelico - Melody of Elemia. There are two points I can take her from -- Phase 1, where she has issues out the wazoo, crushed self-esteem and a lot of heartbreak, and Phase 2, where she starts gradually overcoming these problems but has occasional relapses of self-esteem issues when something goes wrong. (Read: SHE BLAMES HERSELF, THE POOR GIRL.) :'|

So! Is that enough material to work with?]]

[golfclub]

(1 miiight be interesting? idk, I could work with either! As for setting maybe just finding her in Junes?)

[dclass]

[[Good for me! I could probably figure something out if we're going the AU route, but otherwise, mysterious girl stuck in a whole different world seems my schtick. XD]]

[golfclub]

(She fell through a tv or some equivalent, it solves eveeeerything. Izanami stop. ANYWAY LET'S DO THIS THING.)

[Today was Sunday.

Some Sundays, Yosuke got to lie in. Sometimes this would be followed up by an exahausting afternoon of doing nothing at all, perhaps calling some of the team, maybe a little exploring, if he was really unlucky cleaning up after whatever mess Teddie had made this time. Normality would only return when he rushed to finish (start) the homework he'd been given twenty minutes before going to bed but he was well practiced in this endevour and ninety percent of those days he suceeded.

Today was not one of those days. Today he had a double shift, as well as opening.

So by mid day he's already been here several hours and is zoning out, lamenting the day he could have been having and also the homework he is going to have to do after this and man that is not a good prospect. As much as he doesn't mind doing this... sometimes it's gratifying... you can't really argue with which day looks ten times more attractive. He probably should have gone to sleep earlier last night.

Still, the morning has been rather productive and it's nearing his break and he's up on the food court cleaning up tables and the sun is out and he's not going to knock that, as cold as it is otherwise. It's as he's doing this that he notes someone sat alone, out of the way. Notes the lack of food. Notes that he saw her there half an hour ago, too.

Being the Good Guy he actually is deep down, he goes over.]

Hey. You okay over here?

[dclass]

[She wasn't sure how that happened. One moment she was at the Altar of Apostles with the others, and then the next she was here in an entirely different place -- one that was more reminiscent of Karulu, though there was definitely an aesthetic that set it apart. It seemed more old-fashioned than Platina, regardless... there was none of the familiar machinery that set the Floating City apart from everything else.

Though that didn't compare to the number of pressing issues that were floating around in her head. How was she going to get home in time to help her friends? Was there a way back from where she was to whence she came? And who was even going to help her administer the life extending agents she'd found with her when she was brought here? (How did they even get there, anyway...?) Suffice to say, this was a bad place to be.

...It takes a moment or two, nevertheless, for her to register that someone was addressing her. The girl looks to Yosuke. Considering her style of dress, she probably stood out quite a bit. A white and pink dress that stopped just below her waist, with black straps and a long, tail-like extension going from the neck, pink-brown-and-white detached sleeves, black ribbons in her hair--and what was up with the headband and headphone-like attachments over her ears? She looked like a cosplayer, for pete's sake.]

Hm? O--Oh...I'm fine. [She didn't seem too comfortable...]

[golfclub]

[Stand out she does. Sure, the black ribbons and the hair attachments were the give away, what alerted him to the fact he'd seen her before, but once he actually gets there it's surprising how much of a cosplayer she actually looks.

Hey, it's not a bad thing, she's not hurting anyone, he's really not going to judge. Some of the girls in the department might but he's not one of them and he's not petty and hey, he's a guy, she does look cute enough.

Though the concern kicks in when she doesn't look too happy. Maybe something happened... he's not going to pry, but...]

I saw you here alone, so I just- nevermind. Are you hungry? I was going on my berak soon, so I could find you something.

Aveline is totally in that list shh.

[colortheportrait]

she's blending

[avise]

[It's a quiet day at the Davenport Homestead. Though there's the usual bustle of activity down in the village proper, and down by the coast with Faulkner barking orders at sailors on the Aquilla, the manor is, itself, peaceful.

Or at least it was.

Sometime in the mid afternoon, a carriage goes rolling through the village, led by a stranger and a pair of relatively fresh horses straight from John's Town. A couple of the Homestaders stop to look but most assume it's a visitor for Connor or Achilles and go back to their business rather quickly, even though Terry insists he saw a woman in the window of the carriage and Godfrey said he was an idiot and he was seeing things and the typical scrap commenced.

The carriage ignored all around it as it went up the hill, only coming to a stop just outside the manor's front steps. Before the escort has even jumped down to restrain the horses out steps the occupent, who presses some coins into his surprised hands and makes her way to the grand entrance, where she knocks twice.

Knock knock, Achilles, there's an assassin masquerading as a lady on your doorstep.]

good job

[colortheportrait]

[ With Connor away with Faulkner and close to another week before they're expected back in Davenport, Achilles has had a nice, quiet month. Occasionally Kanen'tó:kon or one of Connor's Assassin cohorts stops in to report, or there's some crisis or another in the Homestead that he weighs in on, but all in all it's been remarkably pleasant. He's almost on his way out of the house to head to the Mile's End for the rest of the afternoon when the knock echoes down the hallway.

Typical.

He opens it, though it's tempting to simply ignore the caller and leave via the back door, because there's a slim chance it might actually be someone important. What 'it' is, turns out, is a lady in a dress several layers too fancy for the outskirts of Massachusetts. ]

Can I help you?

[ the way he says it implies he doubts it. ]

[avise]

[Aveline, meanwhile, smiles, pleasant, though her usual good humour prevails. Perhaps because of his assumption about her being here.] I certainly hope so. I would hate to think I have wasted a journey.

[Her accented is tinted with that of the Louisiana French but she is fluent in English none the less. She drops her hands to her sides, but holds nothing of her usual pretence when dressing up as the daughter of the late Philippe Olivier de Grandpré. It is part of who she is, yet only part, and there is no one strictly to impress.

The only reason she's come this way is it's the easiest way to travel without attracting too much attention. It also saves on the bill when you can charm the captain to sail you to Boston at a heavily deduced rate. No one will question her go to Boston on business. They would question one who dresses like an infamous Assassin of the city of New Orleans, perhaps.

There's no point playing games about her identity here, though. She isn't here for that; yes, business, but of another sort.] Connor spoke of you last we met. He said you were the one to tell him of me, during last winter.

[colortheportrait]

[ It's good that she doesn't waste time trying to impress with manners or appearance, since that would be near impossible. Reputation, on the other hand, is the proverbial currency of the realm. Her accent and the mention of the events of the winter are enough, but you'll have to excuse him if his face doesn't transform into paroxysms of delight. Instead, he lifts an eyebrow and steps back to let the door swing open wide enough to allow her entry, which is as close as she is ever going to get to a warm welcome. ]

Did he, now?

[avise]

[She doesn't expect it to, so disappointment isn't something she feels. Well, maybe something similar to that - a tugging familiarity of Agaté. Some of those thoughts are harder to focus on so she shoos them away, instead concentrating on his manner. Is it a requirement of all mentors to be so stoic about everything?

Heaven forbid when the time comes for her to mentor someone herself. Clearly something she needs to practice.]

He did. But he did not mention much more than that. There was business to be done, after all. [Pursuits and people to threaten, you know how it goes. She says this whilst sweeping into the hall - she's not playing the role of her costume right now, but to a mostly empty manor her presence is enough for two or more of her - her eyes darting around. Even if it's grand, it doesn't feel stifling. A good thing to note.]

Much in the way I have a proposition for you now, if you will listen. Do you mind if I call you Achilles, monsieur?