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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[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.