call me out meme!

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

anyone here!

♛ 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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Saber

[fusedstars]

You need to stop taking large risks like that.

[They had just gotten back to their base of operations, Hei sitting in a chair and fumbling around with a first aid kit. It wasn't for Saber. No, she was stronger than him and could heal herself. Rather, it was for large wound on his side, needing it tended from a slash from a blade of a certain Servant they fought. He was used to being hurt, which explained why he didn't seem like he was hurting.

Still hurt a lot though.]

T-ELOS

[grobycisstronger]

[Once a machine of destruction, things had changed for Grobyc. Breaking free of Porre control, the cyborg had wandered the world, looking for purpose. He found none wherever he went, instead finding violence, be it through the soldiers that constantly came for him, or the various monsters that roamed the land.

Eventually, he finds some peace near a beach. He sits himself down on the sand, giving a small sigh. Beaches tended to be the safe haven for him now, if only because of the past times he went there with his friends, to go to the other world, back when his life had purpose.

What was Grobyc to do now? Hard to protect the peace this world gave if he was the only one here. Norris was around as well, but could not do much by himself. There had to be something else...]

C.C.

[banditkiller]

*Secret benefit of being able to advertise yourself as a witch: Secret interdimensional clubs. Great for getting a little therapy, or talking yourself into greater insanity, if that's more appropriate.

Or, in the case of this woman...*

Yes. I ordered nineteen extra large pizzas. Why is this so hard to process?

*Just getting frustrated with the waitress.*

Sertoria

[risingshepard]

[So...AU.

Shepard's been getting a lot of interruptions to her shore leave as of late...way too many for her liking. Seeing that she'd only recently demolished the Collector Base with Sertoria's and the rest of her crew's aid, it isn't hard to see that she's under a load of stress, nor is it hard to see that she isn't happy with the assignment they'd been given. She'd been asked to retrieve a few more things for someone--datapads, to be exact, containing information on some top-secret research she didn't give two shits about. When did she turn into a delivery girl? More importantly, why is she still bothering with these mundane errands? She was the badass that made an impossible mission possible.

She deserved much more than these crummy jobs.

Oh, well, here they were, anyway--on the business hub of the Terminus Systems that was Illium. Shepard sighs.]

Just once, I'd like something that wasn't delivery duty.

Olisha

[heptagram]

[Patchouli returned to her library again after a lengthy day of being completely sidetracked from just reading in the library. She had no reason to suspect company. The library was locked -- the door, the windows, everything, right? She knew the door was locked, at least. Well, until she had changed that, of course.

However, it didn't take long until she noticed that maybe, just maybe, she'd made a bit of a mistake. In this case, this meant that she noticed all of the lights were on. She noticed the strange woman in her room very quickly -- possibly at the desk examining the papers strewn across it, possibly perusing the contents of her bookshelves, maybe even sitting on her bed, which was off in one of the corners. Whatever she was doing, Olisha had gotten into her library somehow.

Well, that was a little frustrating.]

Oh. I guess I left my window unlocked. What are you even doing in here?