CALL ME OUT

[overbringer]

【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.

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Marisa!

[testarossanightdriver]

If you were an ordinary person, your first reaction to seeing a girl on a flying broom, in vaguely last century dress, like something out of a fairy tail, would not be to challenge her to a race on this dark stretch of highway in the middle of the night.

Kavinsky was The Dead Cruiser, The Ghost Car, terror of state patrols from The Beltway to the western edge of Route 66. In other words, not an ordinary person.

"Alright, doll! To the two hundred mile line!" he called up to her in a voice still raspy from twenty years of dirt filling his esophagus. Hopefully she'd agree to give him the advantage of staying low to the road, but he could deal with it if not.

[not_good_not_wicked]

The broom descended to street level, matching speed with the car. Marisa was practically lounging on it, though how she managed to lounge on something that shape is anyone's guess. "You're challenging ME, the fastest in Gensokyo, to a race?"

Is she really the fastest in Gensokyo? Probably not, but no one's here to call her out.

[testarossanightdriver]

"Yeah, I am. You're hot shit back in your little hometown, but this is the U S of A." He grins, unnerving for most but probably not for a girl used to dealing with youkai, and not maliciously, though definitely teasing. He shifts the Ferrari into second.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Indeed she doesn't seem terribly put out by the zombie, or whatever this guy is. She swung around so she was straddling the broom properly. "Alright you're on. Just don't cry when you get left in the dust."

[testarossanightdriver]

This was the kind of thing he (un)lived for. He shot the gearshift forward, feeling that twelve cylinder jumping under him, dropped the gas to the floor. He was out like a bullet from a gun, laughing maniacally.

[not_good_not_wicked]

The car roars ahead of the broom, leaving Marisa looking rather surprised. Those car things could really move, couldn't they?

She's not gonna give up that easy though, she leans forwards and picks up speed, and in short order she's starting to edge ahead of Kavinsky. She stuck her tongue out at him as she passed.

[testarossanightdriver]

Damn. Tinkerbell has some fucking oomph in that spellbook. he thought, mixing his metaphors in a way that would upset her greatly if she could hear it.

The road started to turn and he set the Testarossa into a screeching drift. Let's see how that broomstick corners.