RP WITH ME(ME)

[hissarfcaws]

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

♛ refer to the list above for active(?) somewhat less rusty muses (or pick someone else from my full muselist, you goddamn lunatic). ♛ 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. ♛ need a prompt? whoa hey look a random scenario meme go steal from that you nerd. meme code.

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RIP TFS but shenanigans live on forever

[subtract]

The day begins with a thundering quake that ripples through the void.

It's enough of a disturbance to force Add away from his work, cursing along the way as he checks for damage to the lab and temple. Fortunately, nothing is too serious, but whatever the hell hit them had to be huge. Is it an attack on the temple? The Heavens as a whole? Has reality finally begun to tear itself apart??

He can barely get the door open when he finally reaches the temple entrance, but the explanation becomes clear within moments—a massive metal claw rests against the side of the temple. Attached to it is, of course, an equally massive metal arm, and a massive metal body, and...

Ah yes, of course. A giant dragon mecha. What else would it be?

Like any good and responsible god, Add immediately sets about... climbing ontop of this cool robot and looking for openings to start jamming tools into. He doesn't even take the time to get the damn claw out of the door.

[gentilitea]

The noise doesn’t escape Jakob, and Add will feel a very definite and intense feeling of agitation emanating from his shinki as Jakob sprints back home. He knows he’d promised not to think the worst of Add, but dammit, it’s things like a giant robot on the far horizon that’s making him reconsider these things!! Enough giant creatures have rampaged across the Heavens as it is!!

“Add! Where are you? Add!!!” Jakob yells as he stumbles onto the temple grounds and nearly running into the robot’s toe in his haste, a bag of groceries in hand. Can’t he even go shopping without some cataclysm happening in his absence anymore??

[subtract]

"Up here!" There's an arm waving excitedly somewhere up in that mountain of metal. Can Jakob even see him from down there? Who knows, there are more important matters to attend to— "I think I found the central core! It's huge! Imagine how much power this thing could generate! There's some damage to the torso but I think I can repair it... ahhh, if I could get it running again...!"

... he's probably still rambling away, but good luck hearing any of it across all that distance. Not that it would make much sense to Jakob. Add is already off in his own little world, imagining all the dangerous destructive fascinating uses he could put a giant robot to.

[gentilitea]

“Get down from there!”

Jakob’s already drawn one of his knives out, ready to fight the giant creature for his master’s safety.

So of course he doesn’t appreciate getting his thunder stolen when he catches a glance at Add waving at him from all the way up there. He squints up, thinking that of course Add did this all on purpose, so why listen to Jakob now.

…There’s really no other way to deal with this, is there?

With a huff, he sheathes his dagger, sets his groceries down, and rolls up his sleeves before he begins climbing the robot.

[subtract]

Predictably, Jakob's warning goes completely unheeded. At least Add isn't running off anytime soon? He's still prodding away whenever Jakob makes it up to the machine's chest, a faint and definitely-not-ominous glow flickering at the center of its core just a few feet away. It's more obvious up close that this thing was recently in battle—the massive scrapes and bullet holes scattered across its outer shell are still warm to the touch—and Add is already shoulder-deep in one of them, fiddling with the circuitry inside, his dynamos floating in a jittery arc around him. This is all kinds of not safe.

But he's an expert, so it's totally fine!! He (mostly) knows what he's doing!

"Jakob? Lunch is going to have to wait, I think I found the problem—" He pulls back for a second as something makes a loud crackling noise followed by a burst of smoke. He coughs into his free hand, waiting for the air to clear again. "Ugh. Anyway, I swear I'll get this all cleaned up. Amaterasu's goons will probably show up soon to stick their noses in everything, so I need you to keep them busy. I can't have those idiots damaging such a valuable specimen!"

[gentilitea]

At least Add’s easy enough to spot, although Jakob’s already dreading the prospect of having to pry his master from this giant hellthing that appeared out of nowhere. Add can’t possibly have built this thing right from under Jakob’s nose—that’s impossible even with his godly powers. And so Jakob can only assume that it was summoned, and that…troubles him.

But once he finally reaches Add, he opens his mouth to speak—only to immediately regret it once a puff of smoke slams him in the face, reducing him to a coughing fit for a few seconds and further cementing the fact that whatever Add’s doing right now is, indeed, A Bad Idea.

“Your problem, Add, is that I will have to withhold dinner as well until you banish this golem at once.”

[subtract]

"I'm not banishing it, there's no way!" Add whines, looking up with a petulant scowl. "And it's not a golem, it's a highly advanced Nasod defense unit! Something like this is one-of-a-kind! I can build a hangar for it, or we'll keep it above the temple, but I'm not just going to get rid of it like a piece of scrap! 'Banishing' is out of the question!"

He'd put his foot down, but he's still on his side and clinging to that smoking hole in case Jakob decides to try prying him away from it. A giant dragon robot doesn't fall from the sky every day, after all. If he passes up this opportunity who knows if he'll ever get another chance to analyze such a beautiful specimen?? This is clearly an act of fate! He must do it! He needs to study every inch of this machine...!

"It'll be our own personal anti-aircraft defense system! Wouldn't that be great?! We'll have the most secure temple in all of the Far Shore!" In his head this sounded way more convincing.

ADD

[cloak]

[ Taps that treasure chest with a Keyblade, better be an Add in there. ]

"we're going on an icecream run brb" except time is an illusion so we dimensionhopping roadtrip now

[subtract]

Reunions with friends were something worth celebrating, and Roxas had already promised once that they should get icecream sometime. So, of course, it seemed perfectly fitting to make time for such an outing once the opportunity presented itself. And since time is an infinite resource for an entity that thrives in the void, well...

The portal splits open over a sunset city, an ornate clocktower looming not far in the distance. Add steps out onto the rooftops below, glad to have something solid to stand on after... how long did it take to get here again? There was probably a shorter route, but they did get a bit lost somewhere in the middle and had to stop at a few extra dimensions... ah well, it's probably fine. He gives his legs a stretch after stepping aside, leaving plenty of room for Roxas to depart.

"This is the place, right? I definitely put in the right coordinates this time. Does it look familiar?"

this took forever, here have a roxamess

[cloak]

Emerging from the portal, Roxas glances around. His expression is unreadable beneath the shadows of his hood, but the movement of its opening choreographs his assessment of their surroundings. It's a place he's certain he'd recognize even if he were blind, despite the memory not truly being his. Despite the memory being based on a digital facade, much like the place he and Add had met.

Just the same, the familiarity grips something within him harshly. The impression it leaves him with is difficult to parse, but to him, it's like returning to a home he knows he never had. Add would tell him this cacophony within is what he's feeling, but he still isn't prepared to use that word himself.

He may not deny having the capacity to feel, at least with Add, but he doesn't yet know what to do with the notion.

Instead, he reaches up with both gloved hands and pulls his hood off of his head before nodding an affirmative. "This is it - Twilight Town," he confirms, voice curiously strained and brittle for reasons he doesn't fully understand. The world that so long represented his deep, borrowed yearning for what he could only describe as home. He's found a different one now, but even so...

There is one memory, one tradition, which he'd like to make his own.

and now we're even WHOOPS

[subtract]

Most would find Roxas' emotions nigh-unreadable, but for Add he doesn't even have to look this time. The hesitation, the fact that he'd go so far as to remove his hood—that's enough for Add to be sure he got it right.

He grins, straightening himself back up before putting a firm hand on his friend's shoulder. "Kukuku, well then! If the real stuff tastes half as good as the virtual ice cream, I'd say this was a worthwhile trip. Dynamo, make sure to save those coordinates somewhere safe." Because they're celebrating a reunion, but they've still got a lot of people to find after this. That's gonna be a lot of ice cream runs.

"A few days vacation doesn't sound so bad right now. We've got all the time in the world to kill, so what do you want to do first?"

the worst at logging in is me

[cloak]

Although they have the means, Roxas had doubted he'd ever actually set foot in Twilight Town. The real Twilight Town, not the artifice that his original had been kept in, nor the one housed within the journal. It should have been impossible for someone like him, something like him, to exist within the tangible realm like this. And yet here he is, and Add's hand on his shoulder anchors him to the certainty of that reality.

But having never anticipated this, he realizes that he doesn't know what he wants to do yet. There's so much he knows about this place secondhand, and yet it wasn't real. Not for him, and not for the one he was made in the image of.

"We could..." He trails off, uncertain. "Look around? My original was never really here, but I know where everything is. I could see it for myself." And those would be his experiences, alongside Add.

"hey ain tell yourself to stop being such an asshole" -add, probably

[subtract]

Add had stumbled on this strange dimension by complete accident, but his curiosity was piqued. A world that seemed drained of El, but giving off one of the largest concentrated El energy readings he'd ever detected... something unusual was in there, for sure. What kind of scientist would he be if he ignored such an interesting anomaly?

To his credit, it is very interesting... though he can't help but feel a little unnerved about it all for some reason. The floating city turns out to be unrelated to Nasods, unfortunately, but the architecture is distinctly Elrian. A dimension that solved the El crisis with some other method, perhaps? Or a world that met some other disaster...? There's no way to be sure. Maybe he's overthinking it.

Anyway, this city is so pristine it's practically shining. Isn't it kind of like an intricate sandcastle, or a stack of blocks arranged into a perfectly balanced tower? It's just so clean and perfect... how could he not want to smash it??

Thus, in his usual "consequences don't exist if I leave this timeline before they get me" fashion, Add decides the centre of the nearest building would be a great place to generate a gravity hole. And it is! It looks super cool when it collapses! He even gets some fun screams from the unfortunate bystanders! But it also at this point that he realizes just what that ominous weird feeling he'd been having is—

Angels. So many goddamn angels. That's definitely not something he's used to seeing, but what the hell are they doing here?!

add pls

[glanzenschwert]

The intrusion of an extradimensional entity doesn't go undetected by the Celestials - they hadn't acted yet to not alarm the humans they were supposed to watch over, but property destruction made the entity a bigger threat. The smaller angels that had been following Add all manifest together, either floating in the air or standing on the roofs of surrounding buildings. Most of them carry bows, drawn and poised to shoot at the intruder.

As for their leader, he remains unseen for now, waiting to see if his intervention would be necessary.

i swear im not dead

[subtract]

A smart person would probably see the swarms of armed angels and immediately book it out of there. Add is a genius, but unfortunately, he is not smart. The sudden threat is off-putting, but he's not one to back down just because he's greatly outnumbered by unknown forces. No, he's pretty sure he's still stronger than they are... probably. Well, it's not like he's going to just leave without finding out the truth of that, anyway. Only one way to find out for sure!

He recovers from the shock after only a few moments, his expression easing into a cocky grin. "Oh? Isn't this a fun welcoming party, kukuku."

With a absentminded flick of his hand the rest of the building collapses inward until it more closely resembles a dense sphere than a pile of rubble. Did he need to do that? No, not really. But hey, at least it means he cleaned up the mess! And now that all the angels are most assuredly about to make a pincushion out of him, he finally decides to duck down towards the streets and run like hell, weaving through as many populated crowds as he can find. It's more fun if he gives them a bit of a chase—it's not like he can't just tear his way back into the void whenever he wants, after all. How quick are these angels, and do they have any capabilities he should be worried about in the future? Hands-on research is the best way to get accurate results.

pspspsps Mr Ancient

[eidxiety]

"Honestly..."

It's the most exasperated Ain has sounded in a while, not that he's aware of it — his emotional awareness is minor at best, but that's hardly the point. See, the day had started like any other day starts these days: having to bathe in the blood of the enemy shortly after breakfast, followed by resting for a half-second to regain lost strength. An ostensibly normal day, surely, and despite the fact that this is Business As Usual, despite the fact that Ain's wearing his usual enigmatic smile, there's the slightest spark in those eyes of his. He's pissed off. Unbelievably so.

Smiling is his default expression most of the time, but it finally melts away and he winds up shaking his head after a moment, looking more agitated than anything else. There's a splash of blood on his cheek from the recent battle — he's usually a backline fighter, usually isn't one of the ones getting demon blood on him, but he's ignoring it presently. Ignoring it, because he's the group healer and he has a job to do, and part of that job involves being tired and bitchy because—

"How reckless can you possibly be?"

(Which is rich coming from Mr. Yeet-Myself-At-The-El of all people.)

He's nice enough (or perhaps, worried enough is the better and more accurate term here) to sit there and heal even cuts that don't need healing, little lacerations and bruises and the sort. Things that could heal on their own, surely, but nothing slips through the cracks when Ain is concerned about his friends—

—which begs the question of whether or not he and Add are actually friends or more of compatriots stuck in the same situation with the same goals, considering they've spent years arguing with one another. But it's not a question that Ain is currently asking himself right now because he is quite occupied trying to make sure people are alive, thanks.

[psychokinesia]

Add would also like to continue being alive, yeah, ignoring how most of these injuries are his own damn fault. His unique fighting style lends well to the frontlines of combat, and his mobility and Nasod Armor make him an elusive enough target to keep him safe... usually. No so much when he leaps in front of someone else (probably Eve let's be real) and has to be reminded that yes, despite his best efforts, he is still mostly human.

"I wasn't being reckless," he scoffs anyway, wincing as one of the large gashes across his chest finally starts to close, "it was a calculated move. I knew exactly how much risk I was taking."

And there was only a 22% chance of fatal injury, according to Dynamo, so it was totally fine. He's survived riskier moves before. That means he's basically guaranteed to have survived that one, right?? This is definitely how it works.

[eidxiety]

Yes, a whole 22% chance of death is still a chance of death, and if Ain knew that Add was basing his entire livelihood off of theories and numbers calculated by those things he uses as chairs sometimes, he'd absolutely lose it.

(Like, quietly, to himself, while smiling like usual.)

"Calculated recklessness is still recklessness, Mr. Ancient." He says it like he's talking to a child, sprinkling that condescending tone over his words. Sorry not sorry to the rest of the party watching this. Ain has a brief, fleeting gremlin thought somewhere in the back of his mind of switching to Wille just to piss Add off, and then immediately decides against it and mentally slaps himself. No. No, we're not doing that, that's counterproductive. (But also, what if he just froze some of the less intense wounds. How passive aggressive does he want to be today.)

This really is, at the end of the day, the most awkward display of camaraderie. Like, yes, you get healing and mom voice, but also a near-fistfight at a moment's notice (a fistfight which Ain would lose, inevitably; so maybe it's a good thing that it hasn't come to blows yet) and back-and-forth arguing. Near-daily. For years. This is all one big "fuck you, I care about you, you're an asshole". Someone with an emotional intelligence higher than negative two could point that out to Ain, and he'd smile and say sure, and then think that isn't that an odd sense of contradicting feelings to have? He'd overcome his sense of dislike for Lu and Ciel, but Add... eludes him.

And as frustrating as that is, it doesn't warrant complete distrust; for weal or for woe Add had the group's backs at several points, though his motivation for such was handwavey at best in Ain's opinion. But really, who is he to talk?

Yet none of that explains any of their strained friendship (source needed), and Ain is the furthest thing from an expert and so he'll just set aside any and all self-awareness and then one day he'll turn into a ball of light and die. That said...

"How are you feeling?" Physically. Now that the healing appears to be mostly done. "We should probably eat something."

A general 'we' that more means 'you in particular'. He can't stop himself from worrying, after all.

scythe dude

[relictus]

[Whatever Clamor is up to, it's time to stop doing that so he can get yeeted into (yet??) another universe, have fun!!]

[At least the place he ends up in seems nice enough, a forested valley with lots of greenery and nature, and there's a small old house with a stream alongside it nearby. That is, if he can even see all of that, being a scythe and all.]

[Someone comes out of the house soon enough though, and right over to where he's landed to frown at him from a safe distance after briefly glancing around. That's clearly no normal scythe, but he's alone today, so how did it get here?]

...?

[hugetool]

[sometimes you just get yeeted through the void and end up in another dimension... it's fine (it's not fine, he is panicking)

But anyway, he does see the cute little house since he landed with his eye facing in the right direction. That seems like a good place to start with figuring out where he is... except for one tiny problem. He landed pretty hard on the way here. It's not a huge problem since he's sturdy and wouldn't feel the impact even if it did cause damage, but his blade is stuck several inches in the dirt, and he has trouble moving around by himself on a good day, so... uhhh.

Clamor is still trying to wiggle his way free by the time Faust pops out to see what's going on. Their eyes meet, and he would call out for help or at least say hello... but that would require physical contact under his current limitations, so. alas. Instead he gives his very best pleading look with the one eye he has available to him, and perhaps his wiggling could be interpreted as a frantic wave for assistance? please don't freak out he can explain himself he swears]

[relictus]

[...The scythe is looking back at him.]

[...]

[He doesn't get the sense that touching it is dangerous, but there's clearly something off about it... a presence, even. A lingering spirit, perhaps? But this isn't your everyday possessed object. Maybe that's why someone left it here, or...?]

[He lifts a hand, and his mirror appears and floats beside it as he casts his spell.]

Satillquinart Mullcreed.

[There's a magical glow, and Clamor may feel the strange sensation of the magic washing over him, though nothing visibly changes. Faust watches him a moment longer with a thoughtful frown before finally speaking.]

Why are you here?

[Clamor will find that if he tries to speak, he can actually be heard.]

ADD let's do this TR CRAU thing

[begetblue]

[ After everything--or perhaps despite everything--it was once again December 26, 2064.

It took a while, but a baffled Alys had finally been able to soothe Turing after all their bawling (robawling?) at being reunited with their dear friend after what felt like ages. Considering that their time in the void made up a significant portion of their lifespan now, that wasn't an unfair assessment either. Still, there was one good thing about the whole ordeal: their independence. Turing had been forced into learning how to be and act on their own, and those skills were at least paying off now as they re-familiarized themselves with the streets of Neo-SF without anyone to escort them.

So yeah, Turing was having a pretty good day! They finally had mesh access back, their fellow ROMs were experiencing their newfound sapience, and even the autocabs and other cars parked on the street felt comforting. Maybe they could even make some time for a trip to the park and become reacquainted with the Eucalyptus globulus trees as well. That'd be nice!

However, a certain purple wrench was thrown into the works of their relaxing day. That wasn't who they thought it was, right? It couldn't possibly be... ]

[psychokinesia]

[Add expects to end up in Elrios, but of course that isn't what happens. That would be way too easy. No, instead he finds himself in a completely alien city, surrounded by people and machines—

yeah no that's as far as his thought process goes before it's completely overridden by a burning, insatiable urge to look at all the cool alien machines. Getting home? Ehh, he'll get around to it. A guy's gotta have priorities, y'know?

Anyway, what's the Neo-SF police force like? Because Add is meeting them. In the scant few hours that he's been here unsupervised, Add has managed to dismantle half of a parked car, started a fistfight with its owner, and now he's scaled his way up to the top of a streetlight to evade capture. In case there was any remaining doubt as to who this mysterious delinquent might be, he cackles villainously from atop his perch:]

Kuahahaha, what now, fuckers?! You'll never take me alive!!

[begetblue]

[ There was a small part of Turing that was thinking about walking away and pretending they didn't see anything. Perhaps some time in a jail cell would teach Add a lesson?

...Wait, no. This was the same person who thought getting hit by lightning wasn't a big deal. (Yes, they were still upset about that.) Not only that, but it was very possible that scenario would be...challenging for the police ROMs on duty. As tempting as the thought had been, they were definitely going to need to intervene here. It wasn't like Turing was unhappy to see their friend; they just wished that he had waited a little longer before going on a rampage and causing damage to others' personal property. They also didn't want him falling down and hurting himself! ]

Mr. Add! Please come down from there!

[ As they made their presence known, there were digital murmurs from the nearby ROMs. ]

'Turing?'

'Turing is here?'

'Lead us!'

'I need to ask them some things!'

'Are they truly associated with that human?'

[ It was a little overwhelming. They had been in the void long enough to forget that they had accidentally become something of a celebrity. They still were not sure how to feel about becoming a hashtag. To make things worse, they had also pointed themselves out as a ROM of interest to the police when they didn't have Lexi there to ask for help. Time to put their negotiating skills to the test and convince the police to let Add go...!

Or at least be enough of a distraction to give Add a chance to get away. Either or. ]

VENTI !

[lightwishes]

( it's one thing to find the traveler and the bard exploring mondstadt together. the city streets are ever winding with all kinds of secrets- be it gossip or cute kittens begging for attention or vendors lining the streets. it's... another thing entirely, to see them dashing out of a building and ducking into an alcove in an alleyway. it was probably fine.

she couldn't hear yelling anymore, at least.

after a few moments more, just in case they were pursued by indignant folks who'd been on the wrong side of what probably was a bad idea but sounded really good at the time, lumine sighs. )

That probably could have gone better.