meme || call me out

[sunshowered]

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

✪ 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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spiderman...

[idiosyncrasies]

[ For some reason, the worlds of Marvel Almost MCU and DC Preboot have collided. Again, but with less Bucky Barnes this time. And less fish scale panties.

And now, a Batman is hanging upside down gracefully from a wire. He's watching Spiderman do... whatever he does. When fighting criminals. It's kind of obvious that it's all improv work and not a lifetime of acrobatic training or circus work, but you know what? It's impressive none the less.

Releasing the wire, he lands without a sound, with a cool sweep of his cape. That's really one of the only good things about the cape. He misses his skintight Nightwing costume. Even the ass in it. ]

You know, I definitely had him.

[ He did, but the different city had confused him just a little — he was just glad Damian wasn't around to complain (what a rude Robin) and Bruce wasn't around to... angrily brood. ]

it's on like donkey kong

[webswinger]

[Hey man, not everyone has time for learning acrobatics properly or being trained at a circus, okay? He was busy studying and being an honors student and getting beat up in his spare time. So there.

Nonetheless, Peter had sensed another person's presence - Spidey Senses, gotta love them - but they didn't seem to mean any harm so his plan was to finish up taking down the threat, wrap them up all nice and pretty with a web bow for the cops, and then swoop right on out of there.

Not have a conversation.

But luckily Peter's easily a chattermouth once his face is hidden so-]

You mean you definitely had him from over there, away from the action? Sorry man, guess that's a new type of hero work that I'm not familiar with. Looks surprisingly familiar to what we call 'being slow on the uptake'.

[Just saying.]

[idiosyncrasies]

[ ...He likes you, Peter. Batman isn't supposed to be chatty or friendly, but while Dick was a great Batman — even managing to fool many people into thinking that he was Bruce — it's still not in his nature to be all dark and brooding.

Which is why he's almost grinning now. ]

Yep. [ Complete confidence. ] But that's okay, you saved me the hassle. Thanks.

[ While his tone is kind of light, even with his gruff Batman voice, he really is pretty impressed. There's not many people in the world who can swing around so naturally. Maybe four. He approaches, then squats down near the criminal, checking out his eyes. ]

[webswinger]

[Why do you take it in such stride, fellow spandex-wearer?

It almost makes things boring. So Peter's just going to cross his arms and move his weight to one foot as his gaze follows this wise guy's movements. Doesn't seem to be an enemy of any sort-

But the costume either implies friend or foe or frenemy and he's not sure which one he's dealing with right now.]

Yeah, sure, no problemo. Everything I do is for you, oh person that I met two minutes ago.

[The evil-doer that Peter knocked out is well unconscious, web over the bottom half of his face with two holes poked so he can breathe because it's not like he's supposed to die here.]

[idiosyncrasies]

Huh. You're at that stage already? You didn't even buy me a drink.

[ ...poking the web with a gauntlet. Wow, that's a little gross. ]

You made that?

did you order a blast from the past, lilsis.....????

[ozcourse]

[ ... he didn't think he'd ever be back here after being gone for so long - but has it really been that long? time is a funny thing... but it's happened and he better make the best of it, right? sure. which is why the first thing he does is go to a familiar fountain and sit down, enjoying the warmth of the sun. maybe it's a blessing in disguise ]

i do believe that I did, big sis!!

[cheshired]

[Maybe, just maybe.

But there's suddenly a pink door opening right over the fountain, and a surprisingly spry figure leaping out of it and landing lightly on the edge of the fountain-

And just barely a few inches away from Oz. Nonetheless, Boris gasps quite loudly.]

Oz! Old buddy, old pal!

<3 !

[ozcourse]

[ Oz makes a noise of surprise, nearly falling backward into the fountain, but he doesn't at the last minute. Once the shock wears off he makes a weak laugh... ]

Ah, Boris! How are you? [ that's followed by a oz-trademarked smile, right up to his ears. ]

[cheshired]

Confused, confounded, conflicted- there's an awful lot of cons going about, but I guess there's a pro or two stuck in there.

[With that he's doing a quick survey of their surrounding, a turn on his heel with the balance only a feline can manage.]

Never thought I'd be back here again!

[ozcourse]

Mm... me either.

[ He laughs at the first part of what Boris says! He did miss his humor quite a bit. Oz has a bit of a nostalgic look on his face. This place is definitely a lot less hectic than home. He breathes in the warm, fresh air and closes his eyes. ]

The sun feels great.

saya-chaaaaaaan

[aspiring]

[I DON'T KNOW DANA]

billyyyyyyyyyyyy!!

[straying]

[I'M GOING TO PRETEND THAT I DO.

Let's pretend that Vatheon's still open and therefore possible for Saya to come back after she left. Yes. At which point she's almost definitely getting tired of showing up soaked and cold and shivering and-]

No rest for the dead, I swear!

[aspiring]

[And Billy's just minding his own business like usual, ignoring the rest of the world—until he spots someone familiar.

Except there's no way.

Billy makes a sound that vaguely resembles choking, staring at Saya as if he's seen a ghost (which is pretty accurate, not gonna lie).

Because there's just no way.]

[straying]

[Ridiculously accurate and she's trying to wring the water out of her yukata for what feels like the umpteenth time before she spots him.

And she blinks.

And then waves her hand again.]

Hi!

[aspiring]

I—you—no way!

[He's just kind of spluttering and blurting out the first thing that comes to mind as he takes a step back, clearly still trying to process what he's seeing.]

S-S-Saya-chan!?

clint because i'm special

[counterterrorism]

[Honestly?

At this point, ending up in weird places is getting downright mundane. Not that Bobbi is fond of the situation at all ever, but you know. Mundane.

So she wanders the halls of the clearly high tech plane (?) she's on (helicarrier...? interesting) and realizes by the uniforms that they're all SHIELD but the tricky part is that they're not the SHIELD she knows.

So she's staying out of sight. This involves making use of the air vents, which...well, she's been in worse and tighter spots, but still--what a pain. Siiiiigh.]

the specialest

[daysaver]

This is the last time I get stuck doing recon - I mean, really? Come on. Nat was just visiting last week for crying out loud. Stupid Iron Man. Stupid time management inability.

[And of course there's none other than Clint grumbling underneath his breath as he makes the same journey through the air vents - far less quiet and much more disgruntled. For real, how did he get stuck doing this? Is this a jab at how he's not built like a tank like Thor or Steve because 'come on, Clint, you really expect those broad shoulders to fit in the vents?'

If Tony was trying to make him more willing to follow through with the mission, it didn't work.

Nonetheless he's sighing and making his way toward SHIELD's holding cells. Still completely unhappy and naturally assuming he's not going to run into anyone in the vents because - well, come on. It's a totally bum gig.]

[counterterrorism]

[...okay so hearing someone grumbling--that's enough of a cue to make Bobbi immediately look for another path to clamber down. The point of the vents was to avoid people. And here someone is trying to ruin everything already.

What a jerk--whoever it is.

She's looking for another path when his grumbling registers and she blinks, hesitating. "Nat"--Natasha, or Natalia, or whatever, doesn't matter, Black Widow. And Iron Man...]

There is no way in hell...

[She just breathes it out though before she realizes that YEAH moving is a good idea, so with very little time to spare, she ducks down another route, trying to not make too much noise with her boots on the metallic surface.]

[daysaver]

[It's when he feels a slight tremor beneath his fingers that he shuts up immediately, freezing in his spot. One breath and another and there's no doubt about it, these passageways aren't as empty as the ones he first came into.

This is the part where Clint should ignore it and keep on keeping on - sort of like how horror movies progress. Following the mysterious sound and presence in what should be an otherwise empty location is what leads to slasher films, Barton.

But if there's someone else in SHIELD's vents, this could look really bad, really fast if they meant harm.

So it's with internal berating - as opposed to external - that he moves crawl in the direction of the noise. He didn't think he'd be doing actual spy work on this run.]

[counterterrorism]

[She knows he's following her. She can feel him moving, and it's really, really unfortunate. And he shut up, which means that he knows she's there.

Damn and blast.

The trouble is that if he's the real Clint Barton, she could get his help--but there's no telling where, exactly, she is, and if it isn't the Clint she knows, she's setting herself up for trouble (but who else knows Iron Man and refers to the Widow so casually?).

So she clambers further, peers out a grate for a brief second to make sure there's nobody there, and then kicks it out to jump into the room. Better spot for a brawl, if it comes down to it, she thinks, even as she turns to face whoever comes out of that vent, polearm in one hand.]

IEEYAAAAAAAAASUUUUUUUUU

[demoenic]

[ Moments of clarity came to her more frequently, although there were times when Oichi wished they didn't. She'd been in a dark fog, then, something quiet and comforting, with shadows trailing behind her like the plumage of a broken bird. That darkness had been pierced, more than once, by Ieyasu's presence, and even now, he's blinding.

Sometimes, she misses not thinking so much.

But right now, she also misses having a hairbrush, because with her hair at the length that it is, it does tend to get tangled every so often.

And that is why the feared Demon Queen is now trying valiantly to put the tangled bits into some semblance of order with just her fingers.

It's not going well. ]

LADY OIIIICHIIIIIIII

[tokugawa]

[It's during a free moment where they're not invading or being invaded that he finds her. Honestly he does hate leaving her alone and only now has he found the time to be apart from his responsibilities. Once he does come across Oichi, he can't help but smile gently.]

Lady Oichi! [The smile in his voice as evident.] What ever are you doing?

[But just asking isn't really enough, he's already walking over and tilting his head as he inspects her curiously. If there's anything he can do to help, he'd be more than happy to.]

[demoenic]

[ Oichi regards him-- not with surprise, but apology. He has so many things to worry about, and she'd rather not be one of them, but with her fingers hooked on a snarl... she pauses. ]

... This is something Ichi cannot conquer.

[tokugawa]

[ . . . oh. Hm. He regards the issue in her hands for a moment before humming thoughtfully.]

Shall we go down to the market then? I imagine a brush would be better suited for this task and less of a strain on your fingers.

[demoenic]

[ ... Now there's a thought. But also a problem. ]

Lord Happy shouldn't have to go.