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call me out post 2024
【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.
AKIRA!!!
AERITH
bites ur hand... p5 spoilers up to december?? canon divergence?? idk the demons have me
Traversing it is not a problem; in fact, it's easier than it's ever been. The Shadows that used to crawl through every tunnel have been strangely absent, and yet the Phantom Thieves had been able to travel all the way to Iweleth without anys signs of movement, from enemies or otherwise. The thing that worries Akira the most, though, is that it still exists at all.
He hasn't been able to visit the Velvet Room, either... so even that venue of collecting information is fruitless right now.
As a group, they've made a circuit of this place and of the Depths themselves several times... But nothing points to why this place returned. Really, he shouldn't be on his own, but it seemed pointless to have the others come with him here when they could try searching through the places that they didn't check quite as closely.
It still feels just a little bit different here than everywhere else, but there's still no sign of Yaldabaoth. He should be defeated. Their battle should be over, and yet...
Akira scarcely has time to think it before something unprecedented happens.
It must be the sixth time he's walked through this space, and yet it's the first time that he sees another body in here with him.
His hand's on his dagger before it registers that the person - a boy? he doesn't look much older than Akira, but he's on the ground. He approaches cautiously but swiftly, cataloguing his appearance as he goes. Normal clothes, passed out, no sign of weapons or danger... though both could be lurking out of Akira's sight.
It's a gamble he's willing to take. If someone's hurt down here, he can't ignore that. Figuring out who it is and if they have any involvement with Mementos can come later. He crouches down beside him and shakes his shoulder, gentle but firm.]
Hey... Can you hear me? Are you hurt?
[for bleakdecember] p5r spoilers later
answer my messages or face the consequences, Gray Pigeon (￣ヘ￣)
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Haaaaaaru
Of course, it's not always pleasantries. Sometimes it's nonsense, as is often the case with dreams, and sometimes... it's just not good.
This is one of those times, even if most people wouldn't think a gallery was a bad thing from the outside. And really, it's not the gallery itself so much as its contents - so much as the fact that this is nearly the only way Yusuke can see his own work with his own name on it. And that 'nearly' is a very recent addition, courtesy of the arts program he's in at school displaying its students' work. For once, Madarame didn't have the chance to sign something before it went onto a wall.
He's not sure how to feel about it.
akamatsu
I know why I can't remember anything now.
[ Osamu Dazai, the Ultimate Analyst, says with little more than a hint of boredom coloring his voice. sits at the table with his elbows propped up on the table. His cheek rests on the palm of one hand while the other holds a paper airplane, which moves back and forth with each flick of his wrist without ever being allowed to take flight.
It isn't just that he had forgotten his school life - there was a several year gap between now and his entrance to Hope's Peak. His school years might not have existed at all for as much of them as he remembers, really.
Then, as though he'd just said nothing of any real significance, and without looking to Akamatsu, he changes the subject, ]
You should kill someone. You've been the one to lead everyone thus far, so as long as you keep pretending to be the detective no one will suspect you. There's no one else who can put together all the clues to solve the murders. You would just need to guide them as you have up until now.
[ Well, no one that could solve it except him anyway. He pulls his hand back a little further, lifting his arm to aim it before finally releasing the paper airplane. It flutters through the air, caught by the slight breeze that wafts in, and is sent off track until it hits against a photograph propped upon a shrine. It wobbles, then topples over. ]
But you're just going to continue playing a game that you have no hope of winning, aren't you?
[ She is allowed to punch him. ]
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Kazuya's eyes flutter open half way, and he's slow to take stock of his surroundings. A boy, who he assumes was the speaker. Wearing a strange mask and outfit that he thinks would better suite someones cosplay at a convention than any practical wear.
Too much leather, he thinks idly.
The concern is nice, though. Unneeded, but nice.]
Five more minutes.
[He decides, closing his eyes again and trying to shoo off the hand on his shoulder.
Whatever just happened sapped his strength. Maybe that's to be expected for kicking God's ass, though the being thrown into wherever isn't particularly nice. He'll figure it out later.]
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Don't fall asleep here. It might not be safe.
[He thinks it probably isn't, at least... Even as bare as the tunnels have been, there's no guarantee that things will stay that way. Akira can't just leave somebody down here, especially not somebody that looks like an ordinary person.
He could try to carry him, maybe. They look about the same size as each other, so Akira's pretty sure he'd struggle even with all of the training he's done, but it might be worth it to try. Although, if he's hurt, there's a chance that lifting him could make it even worse...
...He really doesn't want to stay down here with a civilian, though.
Careful not to apply too much pressure, Akira reaches out and gently shakes his shoulder.]
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He swats at the hand shaking him a little more, a little harder, but not using nearly enough of his strength for it to be more than a fly swat.]
I'm up, I'm up. I guess.
[And with that, he'll roll over onto his side so he can push himself up pretty pathetically, and finally look around, squinting. Ah.. This isn't Tokyo. This looks more like the demon realm than any place he knows of, and he's fairly certain Tokyo is also way more bustling and not. Indoors? Unless he's somehow passed out inside a really funky looking building. ]
Did you kidnap me?
[He squints at the Leather-Guy suspiciously, before shrugging.]
You could have done better.
i will always accept sdr2
She's flustered enough that she doesn't even remember to ask Dazai what that first part meant. A mistake, perhaps.]
I won't kill anyone! I refuse to! Just because no one would figure it out, that's- that's a terrible reason!
[The faces of their classmates, smiling or afraid, flash through her mind's eye like a punch to the gut. Impossible. She could never do that. She promised them... She promised all their smiling faces she would help them...!
It hasn't been easy. She's failed so, so much, caught up in her own ideals and trying to make everyone else fit the box. It had only taken several of their classmates' corpses for the truth to sink in, for her to figure out how she had blundered. It's already bad enough that she can't fix her past mistakes. To kill on top of that would be...]
Even if it seems like there's no hope... I don't want to give up. I want to keep trying, for everyone's sake.
[She leans down, plucks up the fallen photograph with unsteady fingers. Dazai has rattled her, but even so...]
It isn't just for the people that are still alive. It's for the sake of everyone we couldn't save. [Even if her hands weren't calm picking it up, they're steady as they place the photo back in its place on the shrine.] I want to keep fighting until we find a way out of here.
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[ His eyes, which follow her movements, are like black holes that could draw everything in; they're filled with death and desire, the desire to die himself. Rather, he's alternated between helping others and alienating him, with a particular interest in provoking Akamatsu for reasons he doesn't understand himself.
It wouldn't be right to say that he wants to see her ideals break. Rather, he wants to see how far she can bend without much caring for whether not she breaks, if she can straighten herself back out instead. It's satisfactory to see that she hasn't yet.
Dazai takes a sip of his coffee - iced, decaf, with extra cream and sugar, a sweet drink. It would be a lie to say that he could have completely ended things. There's still a few pieces missing, but he knows how he wants to. ]
Without anyone else dying. But instead I listen to people here saying that there's nothing they can do.
[ The ice clatters as he sets the cup back down, then a little more as he places his hands a hand on the lid and spins it in little circles. He rests his elbow on the table as he does so, leaning his chin against his palm and cupping his cheek. ]
They keep killing each other at the slightest provocation.
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That's...
[How do you intend to do that, stretches out before her like a deep chasm, despairing and incomprehensible. He's right, isn't he? Togami... Hinata... They were going to make a difference too, weren't they? And yet, when the time came, how much did either of their ideals matter when-
Stop!
It's a desperate, fragile cry that blooms from her heart. There's still enough hope in her for the last of it to not corrode. Not yet, at least. Maybe they were better than her, stronger or braver or able to draw the others in with simply their words. But even so...
...I don't want them to die for nothing!]
Maybe it's true that I don't know what to do yet... And while I don't, the others will keep fighting and dying. [Her voice trembles.] I don't want that to be true, but looking away from it won't change what's happening.
[In the face of more deaths, it feels like a futile effort, trying to stop a mighty tide with only her bare hands. People keep panicking, Monokuma keeps prodding their weak spots, and nothing she's done has been any help against either of those things. But even so... the thought of their losses being in vain is something she can't accept.]
If you know what to do to stop everyone from dying, then help me. [Her hands grip her skirt, balling into fists as she tries to hold onto herself.] But if you're just saying that, then don't try to stop me. I can't sit and do nothing!
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[ Dazai plants his feet firmly on the ground and pushes the chair back before standing up. There's times when it feels as though he's missing something important, something that's in his peripheral vision. It's ever there, but it disappears when he tries to bring it into focus.
He takes another sip of his coffee. He lifts his free hand up in a vague gesture before stuffing it into his pocket. ]
I'm going to kill someone tonight. How do you plan on stopping me, Akamatsu-san? You should at least be able to do that, right?
[ It's hard to tell if he's serious or not. His expression doesn't budge, the words are frosty, but he has no particular reason to.
But how would anyone stop him? He might not be a match for some of them in terms of strength, but he holds his own well, and his intellect more than compensates for any physical deficiencies. He thinks ten steps ahead. He entraps people. In that way, he becomes unbeatable. But then, he wants to die, so he wouldn't be object to being killed instead either, and least of all being told to go die by himself if he's finished.
So he waits for to see what this girl, already on the verge of a breakdown, will do when confronted with this impossible situation. ]
jk you can't hide from me
Hey mister! You know I can tell when you leave without giving me your flowers, right?
i can't believe u did this to me
I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO RESPOND LFKMSLDKFJSD
Do you get tired too, mister?
u put my SON in front of me??? and thought i would do NOTHING??? THOUSAND YEARS DUNGEON
What about you, Jose?
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Huh... I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it.
But I bet I could understand humans better if I could get tired like them.
Maybe you can help me. How do you make yourself tired?
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Go to school for for eight hours, spend another two having a heavy conversation, go to you part-time job for five, then get home and spend whatever minutes you can on homework until your cat takes away your pencil and yells at you to go to bed.
[This sounds oddly specific!]
In actuality? Just do as many things as you can until it makes you sleepy.
I think you do a lot already, so maybe you just need to do more things? Your limits are probably bigger than a human's.
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Is THAT what you do when you're not in Mementos?
Wow! No wonder you get knocked down so easily.
[ lmao get good scrub he's gonna hit every weakness you have ]
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[He's just so normal.]
Does it really look like I get knocked down that much?
[Akira is not that bad, surely!!! Jose is exaggerating, okay.]
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Maybe I should sell you my hammer!
i rolled this after so long...
If you did, I don't think they'd have to worry too much about me getting back up.
[Would he still buy it and try it? Well.]