【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.
[This was not what she was expecting when she got summoned from another brief respite on top of Camlann Hill, her side bleeding and consciousness starting to fade. Yes, a church makes sense, but not this particular church and not this particular place. Her heart pounds in her chest in utter dread as to who her Master may be and as she turns, face a perfect picture of regality and pride, she is pleased to find a redhead instead of an elderly brunette clad in priestly raiment.
The thought of why a person who is likely the mediator is summoning her makes her uneasy, but she can only hope for the best and as the initial dizziness from the Grail implanting information about the current age into her mind subsides, she speaks the words required to complete the ritual:]
[It kind of got stolen from her. How could he have managed to locate it to use as a catalyst? She stares at the sheath with wide eyes. Why had a man of the church gotten their hands on it?]
[The previous Master of Einzeburn? Then--] Kiritsugu had Avalon?
[Her mind is starting to piece it together. She wants to believe in the best of Kiritsugu even after he betrayed her, if nothing else but for Irisviel's sake. He stayed in the shadows so much Avalon would be useless to him, but if the person who held the Grail had it and stayed close to her then--
--No wonder he had Irisviel at the forefront. It wasn't just faith in Saber's skill. It was because he knew she'd effectively be immortal with it.
Saber stoops down and picks up her sheath. She already had one Master use her. She refused to let this one near her property without knowing his intentions.]
Would you be so kind as to introduce yourself, Master? [Even she cringes about being polite at a time like this.]
KotoShirou, dammit
The thought of why a person who is likely the mediator is summoning her makes her uneasy, but she can only hope for the best and as the initial dizziness from the Grail implanting information about the current age into her mind subsides, she speaks the words required to complete the ritual:]
I ask of you: are you my Master?
believe the fuck out of it man
[That was the only response Saber will get right now, as he regarded her with a strange look.]
Huh, I thought King Arthur's supposed to be a guy.
[And the reason he knows of that would be the artifact that's lying around Saber's feet right now:
Avalon.]
Awwwright!
No, wait.]
Where did you find Avalon?
[It kind of got stolen from her. How could he have managed to locate it to use as a catalyst? She stares at the sheath with wide eyes. Why had a man of the church gotten their hands on it?]
no subject
[And details, but he can't be arsed to remember it.]
no subject
[Her mind is starting to piece it together. She wants to believe in the best of Kiritsugu even after he betrayed her, if nothing else but for Irisviel's sake. He stayed in the shadows so much Avalon would be useless to him, but if the person who held the Grail had it and stayed close to her then--
--No wonder he had Irisviel at the forefront. It wasn't just faith in Saber's skill. It was because he knew she'd effectively be immortal with it.
Saber stoops down and picks up her sheath. She already had one Master use her. She refused to let this one near her property without knowing his intentions.]
Would you be so kind as to introduce yourself, Master? [Even she cringes about being polite at a time like this.]