Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

[oathshackledbird]

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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 II
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 journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x ) ♛ 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.

Comments

[lancemyheart]

A date with such a nice and pretty girl isn't payment enough?

[radiantface]

Well, that depends.

[Diarmuid rests her chin in her hand.]

What if he doesn't think that's enough? If he doesn't think your pretty and nice?

[lancemyheart]

...How can any guy think that?

[radiantface]

[Diarmuid shrugs and chews a bite of food before answering.]

Who know? You and I both know how weird guys are when it comes to stuff like this. Even spending as much time as I did acting like one never clued me into how they think. I've decided most of them just are miss something up here.

[She taps at her head.]

Or they just don't use it all. As much as I might have loved Oscar and the others, I gave up early on trying to figure out how their brains worked. I'm probably lucky father helped me out as much as he did or else I never would have been able to fool everyone for so long.

[lancemyheart]

...And that's why they need a hero like me to show them the way.

[A pause.]

Hey, you know, you disguised yourself as a man to join the Fianna and that's why your legend has you as male. How the hell did I get labelled as a man in your time, then?

[radiantface]

Probably because someone who you beat had a bard for a friend and he was trying to save the loser's honor or something stupid like that.

[Diarmuid plays with a carrot spear before letting it drop to her plate.]

And it was probably easier for people to believe that way as stupid as that is. It's not like there weren't other well known women warriors in your time!

[lancemyheart]

[There's a beat at Cu Chulainn stares down at her bust.]

...So that's how it is?

[While she was by no means flat, her figure was still on the lithe, streamlined side.]

It's not my fault that Uathach had tits the size of her face and I didn't!

[A pause.]

Not that's a bad thing. They were nice tits. I liked them.

[radiantface]

What?

[Diarmuid suddenly blushes, fighting the urge to glance down at her own chest which, honestly, is about average but still more than her friend has.]

Where did that come from? I didn't mean anything like that!

[She drops her head into her hands.]

And I didn't need to know how much you liked hers. Thanks so much...

[lancemyheart]

[For a second, Cu Chulainn debates whether or not to tell Diarmuid that she thinks her "sister's" boobs look fine as well, but finally decides against it.]

Sorry, my bad.

[She chuckles.]

Anyway, seeing how my legend got really messed up on the first telling? I should work hard to make everyone tell it right this time around.

[radiantface]

[A suspicious look enters Diarmuid's eyes when she lifts her head from her hands.]

And how do you plan on doing that? It's a little harder to keep track of the storytellers now.

[lancemyheart]

Date enough men and get them all talking about me, of course.

[radiantface]

Wait... What?

[Diarmuid gives Cu Chulainn an exasperated look.]

How is that going to get your story out? All that is going to do it make them think you are eas... Oh... Well, that would actually fit with your legend...

[lancemyheart]

I'd challenge them all to single combat first, but that's more of Aoife's gig and men in this day and age can't handle weapons as well as they should.

[She grins.]

...Well, at least they got the important part right.

[radiantface]

[Diarmuid is just going to look at her friend for a moment and then drop her head back into her hands.

What even... Cu Chulainn...]

[lancemyheart]

[Cu Chulainn strolls over and throws an arm over Diarmuid's shoulders.]

...You know, we could always take up crimefighting as a duo too. The Lovely Angels. What do you say to that?

[radiantface]

[Diarmuid rolls her eyes at her friend.]

Why 'Angels?' It sounds so girly. Can't we be something tougher sounding? Like The Deadly Hawks?

[lancemyheart]

Birds are too delicate. How about something like the Hounds of Hell?

[A pause.]

Or wait! I got it! Hound and Hawk!

[radiantface]

[Diarmuid crosses her arms over her chest.]

Excuse me. I am not fragile, thank you very much. Did you forget one of my nicknames was the Hawk of Ess Ruadh?

However... The Hawk and Hound would be better, yes.

[lancemyheart]

Hawk and Hound, hunting for your head.

[She's pretty proud of the slogan she just thought up.]

[radiantface]

Our spears tend to go for the heart though...

[She rolls her eyes at Cu Chulainn, but she's actually grinning.]

...though I suppose we don't want to give away all our secrets, do we?

[lancemyheart]

Always keep the boys guessing. That's how they keep coming back.

[radiantface]

I have no trouble with them coming back, if you recall. I would prefer they stay away more often. The men and the women!

[The legends might have had her sex wrong, but they didn't screw up when it came to what sex was affected by her cruse. Her true sex draws in the men. The cruse draws in the women.

Sometimes all she really wants is just to be left alone.]

[lancemyheart]

[She nods. Sometimes she gets caught up in the moment and forgets about Diarmuid's legend.]

Sorry.

Hey, if anyone really bugs you, you can tell me, I'd take care of it.

[radiantface]

[Diarmuid shakes her head.]

Don't worry about it. However, don't go making promises you can't keep. Last I knew you didn't want anything to do with the ladies.

[lancemyheart]

...Well, yeah, there's that. I only go for the really special ones.

[She sighs.]

And they wouldn't get caught by that spot anyways.]

...I could always help you pretend you're taken.