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[kuwata]

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

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. also, feel free to ask for anyone from my very messy, outdated muselist that's not listed here; i'll probably play most anyone that's not under retired or the umineko category bc god that's gonna take a long time to canon review for. bear in mind, voices will be extremely shaky! ♛ 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. alternatively, if you'd like me to start, then post a top-level and lmk! meme code.

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how does komaru feel about stupid threads

[cherryblooded]

Incidentally...

[That's not a promising way to start a dinner conversation.]

If my daughter ever arrives here, about how embarrassing would it be if I tried to set you up on a date with her?

this is the most beautiful starter i've ever seen

[omaru]

[ This is Komaru.

And this is Komaru promptly sputtering and choking on her tea. ]

H-Huh? W-Where did that come from all of a sudden...?!

thank you, I'm glad

[cherryblooded]

Been thinking about it for a while, actually - are you alright?

[Please don't choke on tea, he knows that's unpleasant.]

<3

[omaru]

[ After a few more seconds of coughing: ] I-I...I'm fine, thanks.

[ She may not be choking anymore, but there's no hiding that flushed face of hers. ]

Um...you said you've been thinking about it for a while...?

[ She doesn't outright say it, but there's definitely an implication of "but why" in her voice. Not that she's opposed to the idea; she's sure that his daughter is a very lovely girl, but...it's not every day that one just thinks about whom another would be a good couple with...unless you're Fukawa. ]

[cherryblooded]

You'd get along well, I'm sure of that much. And I think a date with a nice, trustworthy girl would be good for Lobco, and I think a date with a sweet, beautiful girl might be fun for you.

But, well, humans are terribly picky about what gender they date sometimes...

[That 'straight' thing makes more sense when you understand how differently human reproduction works, but it doesn't make it easier to inquire about.]

requesting minako, pokemons are optional

[charcoalfeather]

...Huh?

[She's having a hard time believing what she's hearing right now, and all of this because of a simple slip of the tongue...]

W-what do you mean, a "practice date"?

i forgot my paid ran out and my icon choices are terrible, so had to make a side journal

[viinasu]

Just what I said, Rakka-chan!

[ Said with an obvious air of "geez, you should know that" in her voice. ]

You can't be good at dating if you haven't gone on a date! So!

[ There's a glint of determination in her eyes, which...would probably seem less dangerous, were this anyone but Minako. ]

As the goddess of love, as well as your dearest friend, I'll train you...by going on a practice date!

should have paid attention

[charcoalfeather]

[Should she know? That's just one of many things Rakka was beginning to question in an ever-growing mess of questions. She hadn't exactly gone out of her way to ask Minako for help with this... subject, but one conversation led to another... as well as a slip of the tongue. And now she was being taught a lesson.

She assumed it was a lesson.]

You're... the goddess of love? [The confusion in her eyes does not waver.] Wait! But I, uh, really don't need any training for that...

[...Does she?]

WOW RUDE...

[viinasu]

Of course I am!

[ She almost sounds offended...and that's why she suddenly deems this topic as more important than Rakka's love lesson.

Don't worry, though. She'll come back to that part later. ] Isn't it obvious? It's only fitting that a girl such as beautiful as I be the goddess of love! Why, I've been told that my beauty is only paralleled to the goddess Venus herself!

[ Which is because she is Venus, but she's not exactly, and...yeah, it's complicated. ]

Komaru?

[niceguypose]

[Welcome to the Not-So-Dark AU, where there are still Warriors of Hope and robot Monokumas, but they're at cartoon supervillain levels of bad.

But they're still enemies who need to be taken on! That's why Rock Lee, the Super High School Level Hot-Blooded Hardworker of Youth, has been taking Komaru under his wing and trying to train her for their coming fight. Lee can't do it alone, and Komaru is the only person available to help! Because everyone else has been kidnapped, or something.

Lee's grown very fond of her during this time, but he doesn't want to let it interferer with her training. Especially not on the day before the Big Showdown! At the end of this workout, Lee flexes as he calls out to her.]

Komaru-san! Please tell me! Do you feel absolutely, positively ready for this hot-blooded showdown?! It could define our youths!

this is a v cute starter

[omaru]

[ Honestly, she has no idea how a normal girl like her got pulled into this mess in the first place, but she supposes that there's no turning back now - especially not that she's gotten this far and have had to endure weeks of intensive training and workout after workout. She honestly has her doubts about this battle, but she may as well go all the way, right? ]

...I'm not so sure about that "absolutely, positively" part, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I guess.

[ She's actually a ball of nerves right now, but. Lee doesn't need to know that. ]

thanks, I tried!!

[niceguypose]

I see...! [Lee was hoping for more conviction, but he felt bad for her. She must be feeling a lot of pressure.]

Then, we should do a little more work! This final test should help you...!

[omaru]

...Final test?

[ Oh no, she should've just played along and said she was ready. What has she gotten herself into...? ]

U-Um, okay then? What is it...?

for yama

[idolminded]

[ The Tragedy was entirely unexpected. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that they were enjoying their peaceful, carefree days as high school students at Hope's Peak Academy, but now, those days have long since been lost. They were no longer students, but unwilling captives; the world outside was far too dangerous for them to leave, what with the killing and plundering and other horrific acts committed in the sake of despair, so they had no other choice but to reside in their school-turned-shelter until the disaster subsided.

However, Sayaka was beginning to believe that it wouldn't ever subside. In the beginning, she had hope; after all, there was no way that the authorities wouldn't be able to resolve the incident; but every passing day, every time she heard the chilling screams and the sounds of rapid gunfire coming from outside, her hope and belief that things would someday return to normal waned to the point that it was all but nonexistent.

Only a sliver remained, but it would be wrong of her to say that it was her own hope. No, it was the hope that one particular Naegi Makoto had instilled in her and continued to instill in her, even when she teetered dangerously between hope and despair, daring to fall into the latter's dark clutches at any given moment. It was him who always kept her from giving in completely to despair, and because of that, she felt as though just maybe she could keep believing that things would get better.

...But it's hard for her to believe that on her own, and that's why she finds herself knocking gently on Naegi's door, a bashful, almost shameful expression on her features while she waits outside for an answer. She feels guilty for constantly relying on him like this, and she wouldn't fault him for feeling frustrated with her, but...he's the only person Sayaka knows she can depend on. It isn't as though she dislikes the rest of their class, but there's something special about Naegi; there's always been, ever since their first year of junior high when she saw him rescue that crane, and it's a certain sort of specialness that she can't quite put her finger on.

...Or perhaps one that she won't quite put her finger on just yet. ] ...Naegi-kun? Are you in there?

hello i am here probably

[luckyhood]

Maizono-san...?

[Naegi sits up immediately. There's so little to do nowadays, and he had been trying to catch a nap which continued to stubbornly evade him... But he hadn't expected to be lucky enough for Maizono to show up at a time like this, and the distraction is welcome.

He's quick to cross his room and open the door for her. Hopefully his hair isn't a mess from the pillow, but it's too late to do anything about it now, so he tries to smile it off just in case.] Hi, Maizono-san. Did you need me for something?

yes hello welcome friend

[idolminded]

[ She's about to open her mouth to speak, but his messy hair doesn't go unnoticed. It isn't as much of a mess as it could be, but Sayaka's keen enough to realize he had been lying down. Her lips purse together into a faint frown as she decides against what she was previously about to say, instead opting to propose to him another question: ]

Ah, sorry...did I wake you? I can come back at a later time, if you want...

[luckyhood]

A-ah, no, I- [Well, he can't really lie... Or he could, but he doesn't want to lie to Maizono. That would feel wrong.] I mean... I was trying to take a nap, but I haven't been able to doze off, so... I'm actually really happy you came. [Whoops, that might be a blush.]

Whatever you wanted to tell me, I'll listen.

Nanami

[sononizaki]

[ So here's the situation: someone (spoilers: it's Mion) has found a game called the Heart Throbbing School Trip and it's supposedly some new VR Dating Sim, and since it was something new and exciting for the club leader, she opts to try it out.

Only to find out that the game managed to suck her in - quite literally - before she promptly finds the gamer girl at the hotel, playing on one of the game cabinets. This is definitely something that was different from the many board and card games that she had played with her friends constantly, but then again she's from the 1980s, so that's definitely A Thing.

But she's going to make sure she wins this, too. ]

Yo. This old man wants to know what kind of game you're playing. And if you'd let me play one with you.

[gga]

[ The girl's presence goes unnoticed for quite a while, what with the gamer being too entranced by the arcade game she's playing. It's only until she finishes her round of Street Combatant, which is the totally better version of another game we could mention, that she finally notices that someone's approached her. ] ...Hm? [ She turns around to face the other girl, tilting her head slightly to the side. ] Ah, sorry...I guess I was a little too focused on my game. ...Did you say something?

[ Because she wasn't listening...at all... ]

[sononizaki]

Ahaha, I got wrecked already five seconds in?

[ She can't help but joke around at that, if only because that in of itself is rather amusing to her as Mion decides to peer over her shoulder. Color her intrigued. ]

Well if you have an intense focus like that, then I totally have to play against you! This has multiplayer, right?

[gga]

Yes!

[ Nanami may not have understood what Mion was talking about earlier, but she definitely understands an invitation to play video games. She shifts over to one side, allowing Mion access to the player two controls. ]

This game is called Street Combatant...it's a pretty popular fighting game. Have you ever played it before? If not, I can teach you the controls. They're pretty easy to get the hang of...I think. Besides...it wouldn't be very fun for either of us if you were at a disadvantage.

Ruruka~

[helpsthemedicinegodown]

[So...that was it. It was all over. And now, nothing. Nothing left to do, to aspire towards or even think about. There was just emptiness, and eternity in the void, slipping away bit by bit into nothing until she vanished completely. Seemed fitting at least, if she was that lucky.]

[Kimura didn't feel much now. Not sadness, anger or fear of what would not be her forever in death. Even the heavy guilt and regret that had spurred her on, kept her alive and gave her purpose for so long, and had eventually destroyed her in those final moment of living, seemed to have evaporated into the nothingness. There was only her now, or at least the husk of what was left of the person she once was, just standing there in a blank, desolate room, in whatever sort of limbo she was not condemned to.]

[Except it wasn't just her. There was someone else, and only just now had she noticed, as if they had appeared from thin air. Not only that, but out of all the people she could have encountered, there before her was the last individual she wanted to see ever again. Why? Hate would the obvious answer, that was a part of it at least. But more than anything else, it came down to confusion. She didn't know what to feel, what to do, what to say to her. She could only stare back, surprised and uncertain of what the next step should be.]

[Not unexpected though. Ruruka was always the one to talk, so she doubted she'd have to wait long before some words where hurled in her general direction.]

heeere we go o7 sorry for the giant wall of text i got carried away

[chouxpreme]

[ Despite all her efforts, everything she's ever done to keep herself alive, in the very end she couldn't even do that much...which wasn't surprising, really. Regardless of her determination in her final moments to live on without Izayoi and her motivations that if she only just survived, she could overcome her crushing loneliness and fill the void of her partner's absence, she really had no other choice but to come to terms with the fact that it had never been her that had kept her alive. No, all this time, it had been Izayoi, and it was only after she had betrayed him that she truly realized that.

...Well, he didn't consider it as a betrayal, did he? He had said as much and had even kissed her back when she had only kissed him to betray him, told her with his final breaths that he didn't blame her and that he loved her, not his usual proclamation of "for love and dewicious sweets." He had made certain to let her know that with every fiber of his being, she was the one he had loved...not that she really deserved his unconditional love, especially not now that she had killed him, the only person who liked her well enough to stay with her.

That's why it was only a fitting punishment that she was here all alone in what she could only assume to be purgatory. Not like it really mattered what it was called, anyway - she was still and would remain to be dead, and it's not as though her sins would suddenly be wiped clean if it were called by another name. Heaven? Ha, as if. Hell? No, that would be far too easy, just like it would have been far too easy to end it all with a stab to the heart. No, this was just what she deserved - the sheer, slow torment of being alone in a state of everlasting nothingness, forced to do naught else but face her mistakes and misdeeds that she committed in her life, the ones she's tried so hard to avoid by pushing blame onto everyone else, forced to know that it was too late to ever make things right.

Yoi-chan. Seiko-chan. It's only when her mind drifts to the second name that it comes to her attention that she's not alone. Ruruka doesn't know how long the girl had been there or how long she had been staring at her, and for a moment, she does nothing but stare back, a flicker of mutual confusion on her face before it's quickly replaced by the icy mask she's always worn towards anyone that wasn't Izayoi - especially to someone whom she had deemed not only a traitor and an ex-friend, but also a subhuman asshole. Her words are cold as she says finally, breaking the silence: ]

Well, would you look who it is. I was beginning to question if this place truly was hell, but if I have to be stuck here with you, that settles it.

[ There's no point to this, and she knows it. After all, they're both dead, and they have nothing to gain from resuming their quarrel from when they were alive. However, old habits die hard, and while she may feel some regret that things turned out the way they did between them, she's still bitter. She's bitter that the friend she could depend on and wanted to trust would go so far as betraying her, and it's a resentment that she can't let go of just because she's dead. ]

Don't be sorry, I love this!

[helpsthemedicinegodown]

[Really? They were still going to do this? Apparently so, and her gaze did narrow at her former friend, but she bit back any harsh retaliation. Even now it seemed there was no reconciliation to be had between them. The confectioner clearly wasn't interested in trying to make amends, or even just let bygones be bygones. Not a shock really, more of a disappointment. But if they were both here, and this was hell, maybe it was weird sort of comfort to know they were simply as bad as each other.]

[In contrast, she was hardly behaving as she once might have. As far as she knew, Ruruka and Izayoi had been fine, no thanks to her, before she died. Ruruka had to have perished afterwards, but how? Was she just the victim of the attacked the following round? Had her N.G code been triggered? Had someone finished what she had started and simply slaughtered the confectioner? And what of Izayoi? Was he still alive, or was he dead, and if so how? Very few could match him in a fight after all, she had learned that first hand, so it was struggle to imagine how he'd go down. And if he was fine, how long would that be true with Ruruka gone? The guy had always been possessive, regarding everyone else as a threat. Even when the three of them were friends she imagined Izayoi only put up with her to keep Ruruka happy, so the thought of him coping with her being dead made her mentally tense. And that wasn't even getting into what had become of everyone else!]

[So many questions raced through her mind, and yet, unlike before, she had no compulsion to ask for answered in a panicked tone. Even if Ruruka was her only option, she'd normally still need to know, so she would begrudgingly swallow her disdain and just ask. Not now though, because really, what was the point? Nothing could be changed, so why waste her now non existent breath, especially since she'd likely only get a mouthful of abuse her trouble.]

[Turning her head away, she willed her feet to move, even though they felt so heavy every step took great effort, until she had crossed to the other side of their eternal prison. Slumping back against the wall, she slid down until she sat on the floor, knees pulled close enough that she could rest her weary arms on them. She was tired, so very tired, drained of practically everything that had been within her, good and bad.]

[So, what now? Small talk? That would hardly go over well, especially since the most prominent topic most likely was how it had all come to an end for both of them, and that was hardly something she was in a big hurry to chat about. She might have been numb to the pain now, the mental, physical and emotional, but the memory was crisp, still clear and fresh in her mind. Even in death she felt she was barely managed to claw her way out of the sinking tar pit of despair, despite being free of her weak flesh and brain that could not fight the brainwashing. As such, Seiko didn't wish to risk allowing herself to be dragged back down by recollection. And of course it wasn't really fair to force Ruruka to do what she was unwilling to, and yes even now she now had some shred of a conscience to answer to.]

[Exhausting so many options, what was there to say? Not much, except perhaps the obvious.]

It shouldn't have ended this way.

oh yay! c:

[chouxpreme]

[ Ruruka only watches with a sneer, arms folded tightly against her chest, as Seiko says nothing in response to her comment and only makes her way across the room. More biting remarks are right there on the tip of her tongue - "Hah? Not going to say anything? You certainly had a lot to say when you were chasing us down, you traitor." - and it would be so easy to let them spill, to just berate and berate Seiko until it takes her mind off of everything - her guilt, her self-loathing, her feelings of inadequacy, her void without Izayoi - but she doesn't.

For once, she holds her tongue and only leers at the pharmacist, saying nothing. There wasn't much for them to say in the first place; to ask what had happened to the other girl when it had happened to her herself would be pointless. She can see the images clear in her mind, hear the taunts coming from her beloved and former friend, blaming her because it was all her fault, coaxing her to take the knife because if she truly wanted to make things right, if she truly wanted them to ever forgive the traitor that she was, she knew what she had to do. And she did. She heard the clang of the knife, gripped the handle, and...

She shivers suddenly, remembering the pain of the wounds she self-inflicted on herself despite the fact she had no physical form capable of feeling anything anymore. She traces her fingers along her arm, her stomach, uncertain how she feels when she finds no gaping holes there. After all, it doesn't change the fact that she did it to herself. It doesn't change the fact that she's dead. She slips back behind her cold countenance once again, as if to convince Seiko that any signs of vulnerability she noticed - if any - was just a trick of her mind.

Andou Ruruka was not weak...or so she would have everyone else believe. Only Izayoi had ever seen her for who she truly was - a scared, fragile girl with insecurities and an immense fear of being betrayed - and it was mostly because they had been together long enough for him to see right through her bravado. That, and he was the only person Ruruka trusted well enough to stay with her in spite of her weaknesses. It was so easy to forget she was weak, to hide behind his kunai and let him fight the battles she wasn't capable of fighting. But now he wasn't here, and she was on her own, unable to run away from her problems like she always did.

Even if she pretended that Seiko didn't exist, the fact of the matter was that they were both stuck here in this purgatory and would very likely remain here until it was time for them to "pass on" or something. Ruruka didn't know what was next for the both of them, and besides, who knew how long that would take? She already felt as though she was standing here for an eternity, and she's pretty sure it's only been a couple of minutes at best.

After another beat of silence, she sighs and makes her way towards the wall opposite of Seiko, slumping down and hugging herself close, almost defensively. Not that she could help it. How was she ever to feel safe without Izayoi, who, ever since they were children, acted as her protector? She supposed she would had an eternity to learn; there was nothing she could do about except sit here in silence.

That is, until Seiko breaks it. "It shouldn't have ended like this." The phrase is enough to capture Ruruka's attention, her harsh exterior melting away just for a moment. That could be taken two different ways: their lives and...their friendship. She stiffens at the latter possibility, but until Seiko confirms it herself, Ruruka refuses to bring it up. Not yet. That's why she opts to address the former and says: ]

I don't want your pity. You, of all people, should be happy that it ended like this.

[ Despite her words, there's no edge to her voice. She doesn't sound so much as angry as she does tired. ]

After all, you wanted Yoi-chan and me dead, didn't you? Don't try to lie to me. You wouldn't have hunted us down if you didn't. Or are you just disappointed that you kicked it before you could finish the job?