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Call Me Out 2017
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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[He looks up, his dark shades sliding down his nose. His orange eyes narrow, something sharp in their depths.] No. Before you start trying to get me to tell you. Don't. It's safest for you not to know.
[Dirk looks to the screen reflecting the damage as the countdown continues to wind down on the other screen. He taps the orb.] This orb shows what is. Consider it the gateway to omniscience. In the hands of a seer or like myself a very good engineer, you can see pretty damn far.
We Derse players can see shit without it but it's patchwork and risky. There are horrors in the Ring. They want to use us.
Without Prospit this is the safest eye in the sky.
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[He takes in the orb with a thoughtful eye.] What a magnificent gift you've brought, to be able to see so far. [For a moment, Komaeda's voice softens.] I've seen without this eye before, and I'd rather not do it again unless I had to.
[What he saw was frightening and confusing, and just gave him glimpses of answers that only made sense to him once it was too late to stop any of it from taking place.]
The horrors that dwell in the Ring... [He hesitates. Wonders if he even wants to know. But they need to pass the time anyway, and it can't be any worse to swallow than anything else Komaeda has learned. Right?] Did you ever find out their goal during your session? Our players, including myself, have only brushed with them. But never found out what they really wanted us for.
[S] Breath of The Infinite...loading
The view is filled with shining cracks that spread out like something vast had hammered into space hard enough to crack it. At the heart a green blazing sun shines and the view sweeps in like a bird diving for a closer look. A red robed girl floats before the flickering solar flames and extends her right hand out. Curling orange horns and delicate red butterfly wings flutter as she contains part of the flame in arcing circles of red energy. The parcel vanishes into a card that pops out of existence.
Red fills the screen until the view pans out to a mirror, sitting at the edge of a winding staircase. Blood smears over the glossy surface in dark red messy streaks. It runs down to spread in droplets over the first stair. Up the view goes towards more blood dotted stone steps. It cuts out to yellow overalls and extends out further.
Grease smeared hands slap down against the flat surface of a worktable. Up the view slides over polished metal and up to metal sculpted abs. A dark coat. Lightning arcs from open fingers that close into fists. A booming laugh shakes the very air as the robotic monstrosity rises up and roars, "Niiidaiii Neeeekoomaruuu!"
Down it spirals to a battlefield littered with the bodies of black and white soldiers. The light of the battleships flying overhead are reflected in rounded glasses. A wooden sword rises into a guard position as a smaller figure stands besides the woman holding her sword at the ready. The army surges forward and she bursts into motion like a pebble launched from a sling.
Blood hits the field but the view is sweeping up stone stairs littered with it to a slumped figure at the top. Every breath taken makes the green eyes a little less full of life. They darken, more and more.
In their depths lies Derse. Red Miles snarl over the surface and rip into the land, impaling citizens but far below someone watches it all in silence. A lone figure stuffs her black crown tighter over her head and hurries down the stairs. She breaks into a run at the crash from above. Down a hall lined with green flame filled pipes. Ladders are descended. Scans taken over her ring to allow her beyond.
Down she moves, into the depths. The pipes connect to a pod built onto a green stone slab. She pauses at a console and punches in a series of commands. Gears click as the pipes open and the obscured chamber of the pod is filled with green flames. They swirl violently just as a deafening crash resounds high over head. She gives it one last glance then departs down a side hall, away from the fluxing light. Something vast and terrible descends with claws extended. It never reaches the pod.
As the green eyes turn empty.
Red ones snap open within the pod and flare.
Derse explodes in a surge of emerald flames and the ship rocks with the force of the impact. Dirk grips the side of his chair and swears up a storm while the impact continues to rattle the vessel.
The adversary, a black and white monster bear breaks out of the flames and slams into a floating piece of debris. A vortex forms at the epicenter of where Derse had been. Green lightning rips from it like claws as someone rises from it. Cloaked in a green robe, their cowl drawn low to hide their identity. Yet the symbol of Mind stamped at the front should be unmistakeable. Jet black hair fans out like living threads of wind. The red and green daggers in the Mage of Mind's hands spark with Green Sun fire and the red blaze of Time. He stabs one in the monster's direction, and the creature lets out a snarling laugh.
"Oh, oh how disbearing! Don't you know that heroes are supposed to end up dead?! Nyahhahahaha, weren't you dead before all this began? Hey-"]
pretty sure I broke a thread somewhere to get this icon in here but #yolo
Souda-kun and... Nidai-kun? [His voice chokes on the latter's name. What's going on with this is an even more pressing question, because... Did Souda build a robot of Nidai, or...?
He can't afford to linger on the alternatives. Nor is he given the opportunity to, because this is a scene he knows. One he had gotten to only once it had been too late.
Pekoyama, magnificent as always, and Kuzuryuu right there by her side. The sight of them is reassuring for the briefest moment, but it's short-lived because Komaeda knows what comes next if the orb chooses to show it. And it doesn't let him down.
Komaeda thought he might be better prepared. He's seen this scene before, after all. But he's not, and it's all he can do not to tear his eyes away when the screen shows Hinata clinging to life. But he forces himself to keep watching, hands clenched tight and stomach playing tug-of-war between pain at the sight and disgust at himself for feeling pain at all. But the eye of the orb surprises him in the way it transitions to Derse, because that's...
That's what's happening right now, outside.]
The queen... [His voice finds him again, unexpectedly.] Right now, is she... [But his words fade once more as he watches, mildly confused. Where is she going? Is this a defense mechanism to stop the Miles? He'd thought nothing would cease their destruction, and yet...
His thoughts catch, painfully, as the scene shifts back to the life fading from Hinata's eyes - only for a small sound to escape him at the pair that takes their place.
Ah... What... What's this feeling in his chest? Why is his heart beating faster, just from seeing those strange red eyes...?
Komaeda nearly says something, he doesn't even know what, but it's stolen from him as the ship rocks violently. With a yelp, he grabs onto the chair just in time as Dirk's string of curses escape him. Komaeda would manage a shaky laugh if the breath hadn't been stolen from him.
Any doubts that this is in the future or the past leave his mind, though. This. This is happening right now.
The air gets back into his lungs as he adjusts to the ship being throttled around, but it escapes him in a breathless gasp when he sees the figure. Because that's not possible. Can't be possible, has to be some sort of mistake-]
Hinata... kun...
[The name shouldn't leave him, because this shouldn't be happening. But it does, because Komaeda knows, deep down, that this is the truth. That the shameful and foolish hope he held in his heart, blossomed from those dreams he had thought to be taunting him, had not been so foolish after all.
The scene before him should make no sense, and yet Komaeda understands so much of it almost implicitly.]
...He's. He's out there. [The breathless quality hasn't left his voice. A sense of wonder seems to underlie the words, not even paying heed to the way the vessel they currently occupy is still shuddering.] Hinata-kun is... still alive. And he's about to fight, or is already fighting.
[An insane urge strikes him. To go out there and fight at his side, be with him again. What could he possibly do against that bear? He'd be nothing more than a hindrance. But even as Komaeda pushes it down, the feeling of it persists.
He... wants to see him again...]
So. This is what she needed me to see. [The shaky laugh finally manages its way out of him.] I think I understand now.
[He'd had hope before. Had never stopped believing. But it's different now. It thrums steadily through his veins, powerful and alive in a way it hadn't been before.]
Whoops
His godtier clothes snap back over him as he draws his katana. The green light reflects off its steel surface.]
As you are now you can't assist the newly Guardian charged Mage out there. As you will be is another story all together.
[Dirk adjusts his gloves, ignoring the faint tremor in his hands. He's about to stone cold murder a guy. His grip on the sword hilt tightens. The white knuckles hidden under his half glove.]
We'll just be taking a walk this time.
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Komaeda swallows, hard, eyes wandering to the display. Dirk calling the figure cloaked in green by his class only makes it that much more real. It's a wondering, disbelieving beat that his heart thuds to. Hinata. Hinata is actually out there...
And he's going to help. The thought of that makes his throat dry, but there's an electric sort of feeling traveling up and down his veins. To be able to be part of something like this is...]
If I can be a stepping stone for something as great as this, [his voice is breathless] then I will gladly Ascend.
[However, Komaeda's eyes catch that slight tremor. It's the faintest movement, faint enough that another pair of eyes might have had difficulty seeing it at all, but he's too observant to let something like that slip past his notice.]
...If you're afraid of taking my life, don't be. [His voice is gentle.] For the sake of the others, for the sake of hope... I'll gladly lay down this life of mine. And really, it isn't a true death. For my entire life, I've been a hindrance. At best, lower than trash. But you're about to forge me into something new - something that has purpose. A reason for existing.
So! [His hands clap together as he steps back.] Let's walk, then. [He doesn't start walking, waiting for Dirk, but he does turn to the side slightly. Komaeda casts a grin over his shoulder.] I'm ready to cast this old life aside.
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Just because your life didn't have any purpose before, doesn't make it lacking in value. I'm not forging you into anything. You have to do that. All I'm doing is cutting away the physical limits between you and your Ultimate self. Something you could have done on your own.
This session is about you finding your own way. You have questions only you can answer. You don't know who you are. So you're seeking one thing to make it all make sense. Seek yourself once you rise up.
[He comes to a stop before the quest bed and turns around.]
The real you.
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Perhaps if they spend enough time together, he'll come to understand.
But there's one thing he has to leave Dirk with, at least. Disappointing, that he can't keep himself quiet about certain things after all, but nothing to be done about it.]
Trash is trash, no matter how pretty of a bow you put on it. [The smile he shoots him is gentle, however. A juxtaposition to the harsh words he directs at himself.] Even if someone can find worth in it, that won't change. Though I appreciate that small kindness you speak of me with.
[Even as he says it, though... There's a difference in his tone that should not be there. Komaeda frowns slightly at the realization. A sliver of doubt wedged between the harsh words and his heart, driven there by Dirk and the things he's told and shown Komaeda. And the hope of seeing Hinata, changed and alive. Because the game chose him, summoned him, and it does many things - but it does not make mistakes.
Something he had ignored during his time trying to survive, until this moment. Until it's thrust into his face this way, and he can't look away.
Sburb chooses all of its children, and all of them will have a part to play, no matter how big or small.]
But I suppose... [His words are thoughtful, slow, as he lifts a hand up in the air. Stares at the light threading through the spaces between his fingers.] ...If I'm here, even able to have this conversation with you right now... If I was blessed with being able to view such a wondrous sight earlier... Finding my way is something that even someone like me can manage.
[His hand drops, and Komaeda moves to sit himself at the edge of the stone bed.]
I could have done this before, yes. But what reason is there to do so if it wouldn't help anyone in the end? That's what you gave me a chance to see. Even if it's difficult for me to imagine, you've shown me enough that I believe I can do something to help our session survive.
And if finding myself is the means to that end, to keeping everyone alive... I will not fail. [Then, a soft huff of laughter.] I hope my real self can live a life that is worthwhile... or at least worth more than what mine has been up until now.
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The real you just has his shit semi-together not an entirely different person.
[Kindness? No, he's a cruel bastard that can't even be honest most of times and talks in riddles. Never revealing his real feelings on a damn thing. It's all like one big joke. His hand lands on Komaeda's shoulder and digs in,]
Maybe. Make sure to keep yourself alive too. Despite how it seems...you do matter. More than your damn well know. Now stop haunting me with the past.
[Whatever that means he moves, too fast, too sure. The blade slides easily in, and out the back. Dirk's hand tangles in white hair. Somehow in the span of time he's knelt down far enough Komaeda's face can rest against his shoulder.]
You and I. We're a bit too much alike. Same self destructive stupidity.
[The sword is removed and he lays him down, brushing his hair out of his face.] Try not to fuck up with your guy okay? Hard. I know. But...well you're dying right now and I'm being the don't do this dumb shit guru.
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[But Komaeda trails off from whatever else he'd planned to say, smile slipping away as his mouth hangs open. That feeling from before comes back. "You do matter." It had taken his whole life for three people to say that to him, and the young man he's met in a single day has said as much more than once. There's an ache that thuds in his chest with his heartbeat.
He's going to say something else, he thinks. Perhaps try to deny that he does, in fact, matter, even though it would taste like a lie in his mouth with the feeling still resounding in his chest. Maybe ask how he could possibly be haunting him, when Komaeda isn't even sure what it is that he's done that's so familiar.
Whatever it is he's going to say is ripped away from him, because even though he'd told himself over and over that he would be prepared, Komaeda is crying out in pain as the sword tears through him.
He shouldn't get to react to pain; he should be able to handle it, to bear it and endure without a sound. But it hurts, and he's human, and it seems even that is too much for him to manage.
It's... strange. Between the life fading from him and the pain, it's difficult to focus, but... There's another feeling in his chest, as he registers the sensation of Dirk's fingers in his hair. It's not unlike what he'd already experienced, but this is... different. More intense, and more present, and his eyes burn and sting as if he's about to cry. If anyone ever touched him that way before, it's been too long for him to remember.
Komaeda coughs as he's set down, and tries not to think about what he feels in his throat. There's a finality to this, something more tangible and solid than being told he has six months left to live. An inexplicably sad feeling wells up in him as his eyes follow the movement of Dirk's hand.
Is that what you meant, he thinks, when you told me to stop haunting you?
Komaeda had thought he didn't know anything about him. But it seems he was terribly wrong, after all.
Vision gets blurrier, breathing gets harder. Thinking steadily becomes more difficult, but the words "your guy" still bounce about insistently in Komaeda's head. Your. My. Mine. Hinata isn't "his" - for so many reasons, he isn't his. Because he was beneath him, and now he's above. Because no one would ever be with a person who always said cruel things about them. Because Komaeda is a terrible person who shouldn't want him, but still does anyway.
He speaks, but that's not what he says.]
's too late. I already did. [His voice is little more than a choked, rattling thing that leaves his lips. Talking hurts, and not just in the physical way.] Won't want me. Shouldn't want me.
[He blinks, and he finally feels the wetness on his lashes.]
But... I'll try not to die.
[That isn't what he meant to say. It's what he wanted to say. He's only been saying the things he wants since he got stabbed, and he shouldn't...
Komaeda doesn't get the things he wants. Everything he wants is torn away from him and broken in front of his face. He'd thought he had mastered not wanting anything at all.
Yet now, as he's dying so he can live again...]
You... [His eyes search the face above him. His breaths are very slow and weak, now. He has a moment more, at the very most.] You never told me your name.
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How would he have turned out? Evil. If Dave has the right of how his Bro came to be. He won't say Komaeda is evil. Just destructive. A danger to himself and others as long as his purpose is flying in the wind without anyone there to tell him what is fucked up about his path.
He shifts, moving to sit on the edge of the slab.]
Guess that makes two of us in the fuck up category. It's alright. There's always say sorry, and try to mend the fences. Can always say sorry. At least...until you do too much.
Just don't be a coward and own the fuck up to what you did at the start.
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But... Perhaps his brain that works too hard is simply over-complicating things once again. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last...
Maybe he has a chance after all. That's a pretty hopeful thought.
Komaeda doesn't spend his words on it, though, because he only has a few left to spare. So he nods, smiles, and it's probably the most genuine look to grace his face since all of this started.]
Dirk Strider... [No honorific. He isn't quite sure why, but it doesn't feel necessary. Not right now.] What an interesting person you are.
[It goes unnoticed by Komaeda with the state that he's in, but pale-colored songbirds are starting to gather near the Bed. They land at the ledge, heads perked up like they're watching and waiting for something to happen.]
To the man who saved me, and helped me save myself... Thank you.
[His eyes fall shut, hands go slack. The red stain on his dress shirt, small at first, has grown to a considerable size. And as if that's what the flock has been waiting for, the birds fly to the sides of his body and, ever so faintly, they begin to glow.
Then there is a flash of light, rainbow color covering him like a second skin, his body is lifting up past Dirk's grasp and-
And Somewhere Else, Komaeda Nagito opens his eyes.]