mutantsgohome | RP WITH ME(ME)

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RP WITH ME(ME)

【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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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.

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

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?!

"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.

[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?]

...?

[ 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... ]

( 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.

Threaded | Flat

RIP TFS but shenanigans live on forever

ADD

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

pspspsps Mr Ancient

scythe dude

ADD let's do this TR CRAU thing

VENTI !