Call Out Meme: Version 8.0

[shatteredlenses]

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Eighth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 VIII
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.

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[kingkingcxiii]

This is as close to quiet as Regis usually gets while in the throne room. Last issues addressed, last people met with, it is just him and a couple of the Kingsglaive watching from the shadows for threats as is their duty. Clarus, wonderful Shield that he is, has offered to take the paperwork back to his office for him. He just needs to wait for his friend's return, and then they will make the walk back to his quarters as they do every night. It is not necessary, but he knows Clarus rests easier when he knows Regis has gotten back to his room safely. Considering how much he has put his Shield through over the years, this is the least Regis can do for him.

Clarus has only been gone a few moments, though, when the silence is suddenly shattered by someone--something?--appearing from nowhere and cashing into the floor like a cannonball. Regis pulls himself to his feet quickly, startled when his high vantage point reveals that there is a man in the crater that has been left behind.

Already, he can see the Kingsglaive closing in and he raises a hand motioning for them to hold their positions. He is certain that makes them uneasy, but at the moment there is no threat. He would rather not set off hostilities unnecessarily.

He clears his throat, cane clicking against marble as he calls out, "Shall I call for a doctor or a mortician?"

[runs_on_batteries]

"Jury's still out on that.." He wheezed with a cough. He groaned louder as he rolled to his side and attempted to get to his feet. Nope. No, that's a bad idea. His head was not going to let him do that. He noticed the blood dripping from his face then and he started to taste it.

He huffed and dropped back. He didn't realize the voice he'd heard didn't belong to the same person he'd just been in battle with so... "Reg, you bastard, get down here and give me a potion already."