02 ❥ call me out meme

[requiems]

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

✨ refer to this list 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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elize

[hairkink]

[ for him, it had been almost a year since he had even thought about the Havens. He had arrived back home in time to help Aoba and the others infiltrate Platinum Jail, stopped Toue from mind controlling the entire population of Midorijima, and got everything back in order. He didn't really have time to think about all the things that had happened back in the Haven's, and it hurt to think of the others he had met there, too.

but sometimes he would see things. Like that one time he was sure a dragon flew overhead when he was walking down Aoyagi street. Or that time he thought he heard someone calling him - someone that definitely wasn't from this world. but those were just fantasies, and he would always brush them off in the end and go on with his life.

today was different though. when he saw her in on the other side of the road, that strange creature bobbing at her side, he knew that it wasn't just his imagination. ]

Elize? [ it's muttered at first as his mind processes what's happening. as soon as he realizes that she's really standing there, looking frightened and obviously lost, koujaku's running across the street to get her; his voice louder now: ] Elize!

super late super

[wysterias]

[For Elize, it's been a few weeks since she last saw Koujaku. Time was always strange in the Havens, but for her, it was enough that she had picked herself up resolutely and charged head on into doing things, to visiting places and making new friends and becoming someone better.

It didn't really make her feel better, not really. It helped. But it didn't fix the holes in her heart left behind by those who had gone, even if the cracks were filled in. Being left behind... it's one of her greatest fears. She wanted to see Koujaku again, she really did, but she knew it wasn't likely. So she put that thought aside, to look at wistfully, to wish for, but one that she didn't think she'd attain.

Until today.

Today had started out fine until she woke up and she wasn't in the Havens anymore. It looked a little like Ikebukuro, but she'd been nowhere near it, and now... just where was she? She clasped her fingers together, tight, trying to think her way through this, as Teepo shuddered alongside her-

That's when she hears Koujaku. Her eyes go wide, deer in the headlights. For a second she feels as though she's dreaming, that she was always in a dream and the past minutes or hours aren't real.

But that's most definitely Koujaku, as she looks over and sees him running towards her calling her name.]

Koujaku? [She only manages a few steps before she's there and he's there and she's holding onto an arm, because she's still short and you're so tall but it's the best she can do to make sure she's not imagining things. And, still addressing the arm, as she slowly looks up-] You're really here...!

WHERE DID MY FUCKING NOTIF FOR THIS GO??? where god dammit

[hairkink]

[ he mutters half-assed apologies as he pushes through the people constantly crowding Aoyagi street, moving as quickly as he can toward the familiar young girl and her strange companion. a part of him thinks, too, that this is just a dream - another strange figment of his imagination; and when he gets there, she will have vanished.

but it doesn't happen. no. she's touching him, and she's speaking. ]

Elize...! [ he exclaims, breathing heavily from that adrenaline fueled sprint across the streets. ] How did you-- [ actually, hold that thought. this whole talking down to her business just won't cut it. koujaku bends down, scooping elize into his arms and hugging her to his chest, shifting so they can be (relatively close to) eye level. he's smiling. like... smiling like a fucking idiot and not even caring who might see the display as he finally finishes his thought: ] How did you get here? I thought that... [ well, he thought a lot of things, but maybe he shouldn't mention them. ] Ah... that's not important, is it? It's good to see you again.