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【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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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.