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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[got_it_going_amazon]

[Here you go! One beefcake babe made to order :3]

[riveres]

[Where else is a half-elf, half-human mage supposed to work after graduating top of his class in his local coven and the only family he's ever known? He's too cantankerous to be a local healing mage, too impatient to teach himself, too unskilled socially to serve in a royal court, so what else does one do but quest? It's dangerous as all hell. Alternating between dull periods walking and camping in ruins and caves and life or death battles... at least the pay was nice and he answered to no one except for the people he chose to surround himself with.

It's another period camping and Oscar notes that he rarely speaks to the people he quests with regularly. For many times, he has helped them and they helped him, there hasn't been much conversation that doesn't involve battle. Granted, some of them don't like small talk, and he can't blame them any.

Some are sleeping, others are busy tearing into food, someone has started a nice melody on the lute. The only one that wasn't doing much of anything near the campfire was The Amazon and frankly... he was kind of terrified of her. He's never seen anyone so tall and filled with muscle in his life. She could pick him up just with one hand and break his scrawny self in two for just getting mouthy. (Why does that thought fill him with excitement, he doesn't quite know why.)

He tries to find a reason to talk to her, scooting up beside her.]

Will you mind if I check you for any wounds?

[He knows damn well she didn't get a scratch from the last battle, it's just an excuse to talk to her. (And touch her muscles.) It's bullshit and Oscar knows it, but... if it breaks the ice then it had to work.]

[got_it_going_amazon]

[That was one thing about adventuring. Anyone was welcome to give it a shot. The big and the small, the broad and the slim. From any and all walks of life, be them a penniless beggar looking to find decent coin, or a disguised prince eager to begin their tale of heroism.

And that included her. An amazon, whom introduced herself as much to anyone who approached her. Broad, muscular, powerful, unashamed. When battle happened, she was most often taking things on from the front, either with her mighty axe or her bare hands. And she lived for it. The fighting, the adventuring, and all the downtime between.

Her head lifted as someone approached, turning towards them and away from the fire. Her boisterous and loud personality seemed to, along with her mountain of muscle physique, scare more off than it welcomed during these quiet hours. Not that she minded any, but it was a nice surprise when someone, anyone, approached.

Especially when she was sure she could probably swing that someone around like a club without breaking a sweat. She glanced him up and down, lips curling into a big smile.]

Far bet it for me to send away a compassionate soul. If you'd be so kind, mage.

[She knew damn well there wasn't a scratch on her. But she had no inclination of scaring him off just yet. Shifting in place, she turned to face him proper. Crossing her legs and leaning back, hands pressed to the ground as she set her eyes on him expectantly]

[riveres]

[That went well enough, or maybe she's just more welcoming than he thought she would be. Ethier way, The Amazon is not the intimidating person he'd thought she would be. It's a pretty nice surprise.

He offers his hands, pretty and delicate even in a rugged cave just after a hard-won battle to her. It looks like even though no healing is needed he will still go through the motions of at least pretending like this is for the sake of her health.]

May I see your arm?

[It sounds innocent enough.]

[got_it_going_amazon]

Sure thing.

[She said, adding a nod and leaning forward and extending one of her arms towards him, while resting the other against one of her legs. While she had no reason to suspect him of any sort of ill intention of will, even if he was the type of character to be distrusting of she wouldn't have.

Amazons like here weren't known for duplicity or caution. If someone was going to try and deceive her, let them try. If they failed, she'd spike them into the dirt head first and leave them to die. If they succeeded, she'd do the same thing the first chance she got.]

[riveres]

[Well, that worked well enough. His touch is gentle and light to start with, trying (or pretending) to find a problem area to heal. While this is happening, Oscar is marveling at the feel of her skin, the unique contour of her muscles.]

Do you feel anything?

[As if that changes anything.]