CALL ME OUT

[insaneiac]

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


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♛ 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.

"Fate can be cruel, but a smile better suits a hero."

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I am so late and so sorry. Also this is the dumbest, let me know if it works

[crownless_king]

Life sure is a fucking crazy thing.

First of all, as far as Mages went? Travis wasn't even bog standard. Hell, it was the entire reason he didn't have mage hunters and Clock Tower hunting has ass down. Well, that and the whole assassin business thing. He was an idiot, but a valuable idiot. And maybe if they had, he wouldn't have wound up with his own set of command spells.

He'd only come to Japan for a fucking wrestling show. Not even an anime convention. And here he was, neck deep in anime bullshit. But then, THEN, it gets even better.

He summons a spirit. WAY BEYOND his stock. Turns out, the idiot who knew maybe two half decent magus tricks had a mana reserve that was damn near bottomless. Also turns out that the antique wrestling mask he had snatched up wasn't just for goddamn show, either.

Oh, and lastly? Turns out Quetzalcoatl wasn't some weird bird dude or a summon spirit in a big JRPG. Nah, she was an absolute knock out unit with a huge kick for wrestling. And that was how Travis found himself in this situation. Well into the dead of night, in an emptied out arena he had been to just hours ago, participating in what could be tactfully called a mana transfer ritual.

And what he would call: "Oh god I'm having a wrestling match against a super powered Mesoamerican God because apparently it proves my worth as a master and mana can be absorbed through sweat." Or, much shorter than that: "We're at 14 rotations on this giant swing please help."

it is beautiful and i will not hear anything against your tag

[plancha]

Of all the ancient artifacts that could summon the Feathered Serpent, the Fifth Sun, the God of Wind and Wisdom, a wrestling mask was probably not considered one of them. Yet it had been the exact thing necessary to do just that. By all accounts, summoning a Divine Spirit shouldn't be possible except in the most special of circumstances, but her connection to that mask was just too pure to be stopped. So what if she had wanted to participate in a match of her own all those years ago? Sue her.

Regardless, it would seem luck was on her side. Although not exactly her type, per se, a Master who loved wrestling as much as she did was simply a match made in heaven. Although she couldn't have imagined that she'd be summoned in a wrestling arena and that her Master was not only a fan, but a practitioner of the sport, too! She simply HAD to wrestle him. It was fate.

Hence why Travis was on the receiving end of a giant swing 14 rotations strong and with no signs of stopping. Laughing cheerfully as she spins and spins and spins, she tosses Travis away at the 45th rotation. Her toss was expertly done, as she had aimed to toss him in between the bottom rope and the ring, throwing him out of bounds. He'd have to react fast if he wanted to stay in the game.

Or he could let it happen and take five. It doesn't seem like she's even broken a sweat.