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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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.