Call Me Out - 2015 edition

[hurricane_chris]

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

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♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ 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. meme code.

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Ky

[faithful_kitsune]

[The last thing you probably expected when you got lost was stumbling upon a magnificent Japanese estate with a splendid looking door -- especially with, you know, the whole "Japanese being an endangered population" sort of thing. And yet here it is, and the door seems to be unlocked as well.

Upon entry, you eventually find a table set for a meal, with tea heating up on a burner. The sound of someone humming can be heard from a nearby room... possibly the kitchen? And if you should check it out...

Goodness, that's a lot of fox tails on that woman.]

[ridethelightning]

[Well. The more Ky sees, the stranger it gets. Still, just looking around and wondering at how little sense everything here makes won't accomplish anything.]

Ah, excuse me! I'm terribly sorry to intrude, but I seem to have gotten lost.

[He bows as he speaks.]

Yasuo

[tengugrandshogi]

[Let's swap sword techniques!

Immediately following some sort of demonstration of Yasuo's style.]

Well, I'd certainly call you a fearsome opponent, but... don't you think your style is missing something?

[steeltempest]

[At that moment, Yasuo was calmly sheathing his blade. But when Momiji speaks, he opens his eyes in surprise.]

Missing something? What do you mean?

[tengugrandshogi]

Your blade is long, but clearly not so heavy that you need both hands to swing it. And yet, you don't have a second blade or a shield.

What about your left hand?

[steeltempest]

[Yasuo raises his left hand up a little, and looks at it.]

My left hand? It's my option. Whether I need better balance for certain techniques, or greater force, or simply to guard weaker blows from striking a more vital part of my body.

By leaving my left hand empty, I give myself adaptability.

[tengugrandshogi]

Adaptability... I see.

And that's worth more to you than a shield?

[steeltempest]

Given that my style places an emphasis on avoiding taking hits? Without question.

[Mainly because it kills its opponents that fast.]

Sakai, GBF AU'd

[lastoccultism]

That's a nice display model you've got there. Pity you decided to bring it to a gunpla battle, not a building competition!

[letstryon]

[Oh, she thinks builders' show gunpla can't hold up in battle? Cute. Very cute.]

Tell me something. What's Amuro Ray's most famous line from Char's Counterattack?

[lastoccultism]

We have to show the world the light in the human heart?

[letstryon]

Wha--NO!

[Facepalm.]

It's "This Nu Gundam isn't just for show!" Arrgh, now you've ruined the moment! This isn't how it was supposed to go!

[lastoccultism]

Amuro won because he was a more powerful Newtype. Are you a Newtype?

[letstryon]

What does that have to do with anything? That's not the point! Not at all!

Grr, let's just fight! This is turning into a waste of time! And try to learn the flow of a dramatic conversation before next time!

Asemu, BNWverse where fortunately she knows how to type

[celebrity_commentator]

[That was the worst god-expedition ever. Including the one where they went back in time and everyone died.]

[Rise gets in contact with Asemu as soon as she's back from Glacier - by text, unusually.]

Can I see you? Don't care where. Just soon.

Assuming Asemu had some kind of interaction with Reshiram because it'd be too OoC for him not to

[second_destiny]

[Hm. Rise didn't usually make requests like that. He's a bit worried.]

Secret Base?

[celebrity_commentator]

yeah.

[It's a bit longer to travel to, but compared to getting to and from Glacier it doesn't make a whole lot of difference, and she'd take it for the privacy and the scenery.]

[second_destiny]

See you there.

[Given Asemu's affinity for Flying-type Pokémon, plus the sheer number of them that he has, it isn't surprising that he ends up reaching their Secret Base first. Once inside, he summons his Beartic to drop off the fruit juices he'd selected before coming. He figured the Ice-type was the best candidate for keeping them cold.]

[celebrity_commentator]

[Rise arrives somewhat later, after making sure her injured Pokémon are being taken care of and changing into something less stifling for a beach trip, she spends most of the Altaria-ride over staring at the ocean.]

[She manages a small smile as she walks up, seeing that Asemu was already there and ready and reliable as usual.]

Hey.

[second_destiny]

[Asemu smiles back...though it doesn't hide the worry on his face.]

Hey. Want a drink?

[He points to a small collection of juice cans.]

They're plenty cold. I had Bolt see to it.

[celebrity_commentator]

[Rise nods, and then without stopping to actually pick up a drink walks up to Asemu and wraps herself around him in one fluid motion.]

[Don't mind her, she just needed to go straight to hugs.]

[second_destiny]

[Asemu's muscles stiffen in surprise. He hadn't expected that. But once the surprise wears off, he wraps his arms around Rise, holding her tight.]

What's the matter?

[He asks the question softly, speaking almost straight into her ear.]

[celebrity_commentator]

I screwed up.

[She'd had time to think about it on the way back, and those three words basically summarized why she was actually upset pretty well. Especially when half-mumbled into Asemu's shoulder.]

I made a mistake when we were trying to talk to Reshiram and...well, you were around.

[second_destiny]

[True, he had seen Reshiram rage. It was a matter of both luck and divine intervention that things didn't get worse. And even then, Asemu's insistence that the truth was on their side caused enough of an opening for it to work.

Asemu had been angry. He knew from what few texts were still available that one of the gods was a white dragon, and how its color was as relevant to its lore as anything. That something could be associated with the color white and still be so...wrong put a damper on Woolf's reputation, and he was going to have none of that.]

It's all right. Mistakes happen. After all, we're only mortal.

[It's a lesson Asemu had to learn a couple of years ago himself. It was due in part to his own mistake that Woolf had died in the line of duty. It's something that bothers him from time to time, as it probably would for the rest of his life, but he's been able to put it behind him, for the most part.]

Try to think about how things ended up, instead. Reshiram was stopped, nobody had to die for it. And we're all better off for it.

[Through all of this, he holds Rise tight. If she can place her weight on him physically, maybe she can do the same emotionally, too.]

[celebrity_commentator]

[She takes a few moments to calm down, relax in Asemu's arms, and breathe. This is nice and distracting, if nothing else.]

I...maybe this was the best we were going to do. You're probably right.

[She'd had enough people rationalize to her that way she had no real reason to doubt it.]

I just...hate fighting. Like, Pokémon playing around is one thing, but we shouldn't be fighting gods. We should be helping them, or talking to them. Working things out, you know?

[second_destiny]

I know what you mean. It makes me angry that Reshiram was so dead set on opposing us.

[If nothing else, Asemu seems angry in the way he speaks about Reshiram. It probably isn't terribly hard to guess why.]

We're trying to show the world that we can all live in peace. And things like this happen. Just how long is this going to take?

[celebrity_commentator]

I'm...trying to make it go faster. I really am.

[Rise has to hold back a little there, but she's not really telling Asemu anything he doesn't know. Still...probably best to go into Asemu Support Mode for a minute.]

...I'm sorry that the White god's such a jerk, though. He's kinda throwing off your color theme, huh?

[second_destiny]

...Yeah.

[That's all he'll say, at least for the moment. He simply pulls Rise in closer and rubs his head against hers.]

Sometimes things just need time.

[He'll convince Reshiram himself if he has to. Assuming he can find it again.]

Artanis

[thisisjimmy]

As impressive as it is, there are places that the Spear of Adun just cannot go. Certainly not without attracting a godawful amount of attention. Fortunately the Hyperion is a lot smaller and generally is just a lot more discrete. Not much makes a Terran Battlecruiser seem discrete in comparison, but Artanis's flagship managed it.

SO Artanis, and a small contingent of templar, were being smuggled through Terran space on board Raynor's ship, which meant that the Protoss had some time to kill.

Jim stopped at a corner of the main docking bay, the single largest open space on board the ship, that had been set up with some temporary partitions for some semblance of privacy from the rest of the crew. Many of them had been staring at the aliens since they had been brought on board, after all.

"Well, this is you. Probably not very comfortable but it's the best we could do on short notice. Let Swann or me know if you need anything. We should be there in forty eight hours, tops."

[nevertrulyalone]

[Of course, this wasn't an easy trip for the Protoss, either. Many of Artanis's warriors had protested these accommodations, asking why they couldn't have taken a mothership or even a carrier instead. They were unaccustomed to life aboard a Terran vessel. The technology was nowhere near as advanced, the cantina contained countless strange odors, and the light aboard the Hyperion provided less nourishment to the Protoss than their own vessels. They were also worried about finding a place to sleep.

Of course, Artanis shows none of this. He has to put on a brave face because no one else will. That, as well as the fact that he trusts Raynor with his life.]

Duly noted, Commander. On that note, the first matter that comes to mind is a place to rest. If this trip is to take approximately forty-eight hours, my men will require sleep before our arrival. What can you provide for us?

Ike, doing 2 because the police can't stop me

[dontsalute]

The mission: destroying a bandit stronghold that had been a pest for caravans on the edges of Uberwald. The Greil Mercenaries were short on backup for this one, largely a bunch of peasant levies from nearby farming towns. The only one that really stood out was apparently here all the way from Ankh-Morpork.

Sergeant Detritus, as he had introduced himself, stared at the fort from beyond range of their sharp shooters and stared at it impassively as he thought slowly through the problem. It was a bit too far down the mountains to get the cold that he needed to REALLY get his silicon based brain into high gear, but he got there eventually.

"Yup. Dat's some bandits all right. You want I should knock on the front door, Mr. Ike?"

[blue_flames]

[Fortunately, Ike is a patient man. He's willing to give Detritus the time he needs to understand and prepare for what they're about to do.]

That depends on what you think you can do. Do you think you can handle an all-out defense? They're likely to have archers and some mages waiting in the wings to shoot down intruders before they can enter the fort.

[This would be a lot easier if they had some ballistae or catapults; but this was a mercenary company, not an army. As it was, they did have some long-range magic -- Soren carried a tome of Blizzard magic, while Rhys was armed with a holy tome of Purge -- but he would rather only use them maybe once each if he could afford to do so. Siege magic tomes were rare, and their spells required so much magical energy to use that they quickly lost their magical properties.]

[dontsalute]

"Dat's okay. I got a very loud knock."

As it turned out, they did have some siege weaponry. Detritus's personal weapon was a massive siege crossbow that would take three humans to operate. He held it casually in one hand. It fired full sheaths of arrows all at once, which usually fractured into millions of splinters before they had gone a few meters past the end of the weapon. The splinters also tended to catch fire from air friction before they reached their target. The effects of this on anything other than thick, solid stone were fairly memorable.

We've all heard of the peacemaker. Detritus liked to call this the piecemaker.

[blue_flames]

Hmm... Well, if you're that confident, then I guess I've got no reason not to listen. We can start with a long-range bombardment, then move in with a strike force after we've flushed them out of their holes. It'll thin out their numbers for the hand-to-hand combat, too.

[dontsalute]

"Mister Vimes won't let me use dis ting on people for...er...Hu. man. i. tar. i. an reasons, but you tha boss, boss."

He shouldered the massive crossbow and aimed it at the fort. Some of the defenders, who had been keeping an eye on them, pointed and started looking nervous, though it was hard to tell from this far away.

[blue_flames]

Well, we won't exactly be using them on people. What I want you to do is to drive them out of their fort using that, either by simply scaring them out or by breaking the walls down.

[Ike knows that while they're cooped up in that fort, they're safe from an attack. But if they can drive them out, he knows they'll win in hand-to-hand combat.]

Anyway, I'll be right back. I need to let our mages know to use their siege magic along with you. Once you see magic striking the fort, that'll be your signal to start firing. Understood?

[dontsalute]

Hmm. Magic. Detritus didn't really know a lot about magic other than that Mr. Vimes was dead set against using it in the Watch. Trolls generally stayed away from the stuff, so that was alright by him.

"Okay boss."

He settled down into the total immobility of a troll waiting for something to happen. If you didn't know better, you might mistake him for a particularly ugly statue. When that magic hit, Detritus was ready to blow the doors down. He hoped he'd recognize the magic when it hit.

[blue_flames]

[This magic would be hard to miss. First a pillar of light burst down from the clouds and struck in the middle of the fort. It was followed by a maelstrom of wind rampaging through the building.

Ike wasn't back yet, but it's safe to say it's as good a time as any to attack.]

[dontsalute]

Yup that was definitely magic. Detritus shouldered the Piecemaker and pulled the trigger. The sound was like a swarm of giant, enraged bees moving very quickly. One moment the bandit fort was looking more or less intact. The next, a wide section of the front wall was on fire and bent inwards a bit, along with several bushes on the ground between Detritus and the fort, and a luckless sparrow that had been flying overhead.

Hmm. One shot was usually enough for anything in Ankh-Morpork, but you also generally didn't get fortresses in the middle of a major city. They interfered with business. Detritus started pulling the wire back for another shot.

[blue_flames]

[Another volley of magic occurs. One more shot and the fort would probably be blown wide open -- and then the hand-to-hand combat could begin. This time, though, before Detritus could fire, Ike comes jogging back.]

That was good! Give it just one more shot, and then we can go in.

[dontsalute]

"You got it, Mr. Ike."

However, he stops before firing again to gentle but firmly push Ike behind him. The Piecemaker was notoriously inaccurate, and it was generally accepted that the only safe place to be standing was directly behind Detritus.

The second shot was similar to the first. The fort's walls gave in under a pounding that would make even some gods want to duck.

[blue_flames]

[Ike steps back. He'll let Detritus work as he sees fit.

Once the walls fall, Ike raises his sword. With the glint of sunlight shining off its gilded blade, it should be easy for everyone to see.]

The walls are down! ATTACK!

[dontsalute]

Being a soldier, Detritus started to realize, was very different from being a copper. For example, you weren't supposed to actually kill anyone as a copper.

Well, apparently we were not at home to Mr. Reasonable. Detritus knuckled along towards the fort, arrows bouncing off his stone skin (Several other soldiers hid behind him until they got closer, using him as mobile cover), and joined the fray. He didn't have a sword or anything, just the Piecemaker, but his fists moved deceptively fast for his size and hit like battering rams. If the troll punched something, it stayed punched.

[blue_flames]

[Ike, meanwhile, works his way to the front lines, and joins in the hand-to-hand fighting. With the sun gleaming off his blade and some of the downright acrobatic feats he accomplishes during combat, he was a sight to behold -- and hard to miss. Any enemy that approached him ended up with a blade through his chest or a horrible gash across his torso.]