· CALL ME OUT (SPRING) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· spring 2020 ·

They say it's the darkest before the dawn.
We've been in thie town for far too long, we're moving on.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

Comments

▼ VOICE TESTING/REVIVING

[hobbitholmes]

< VAMPYR > Dr. Jonathan Reid (Good Route)

[notoncenotever]

< CONTROL > Jesse Faden

[outlierdirector]

< FINAL FANTASY (Advent Children) > Tifa Lockhart

[finalhaven]

lmk if this works

[servitor]

I hope this works with it!

[finalhaven]

[ It's a nice idea... being apart of someone so wherever they go, you go too. It's a very romantic ideal--one that she can't help but smile about it. Not that she really expects much of anything to happen. Promises like that are nice, especially when you're a girl who is waiting on another hero to show up.

One hero that may never come back anyways.

She continues her work on her bar. Supporting local people. What else really can she do? ]

dissidia shenans

[fayth]

( off they go again, departing from order's sanctuary and into the belly of the beast. beasts of course, being the seemingly endless droves of manikins that had been gathering lately. )

It seems... they haven't yet reached this plain. Should we take a moment to rest?

y a S

[finalhaven]

[ it's always something in these unending cycles... fight the forces of chaos. find someone that should be a friend who is no longer that way. win the war. repeat. even if she doesn't remember everything? the knowledge it happens is what unsettles her so. ]

It can't hurt. [ her hands go up and she stretches. ] Been awhile since we have rested, right?

that's this, more dissidia shenanigans from cura???

[lifestreams]

(( a mysterious warrior (aerith) makes the scene with many of her memories in tact... but is she an agent of chaos? or simply someone who didn't make it to order's sanctuary with the others? or maybe... some kind of guiding force? y/n? lmk and i can change up whatever if it doesn't work! ))

( the fog began to clear on the battlefield, and with the fading mists, the figure in the distance finally seemed to take shape. as she stepped forward, the long ponytail slid in front of her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side.

between them, the lifeless forms of dozens of manikins, which she didn't seem to notice, or mind. )

You're looking for him— isn't that right?

< DEATH STRANDING > Sam Porter Bridges

[bridgingfutures]

apologies for my canonblindness but i shall try o/

[forceshadowed]

Hey, Sam.
I need you to transport something but it's very uh
Volatile

What's your price?

[ They've transacted a couple times, but she's always been the recipient. Mostly supplies, occasionally unmarked boxes with god-knows-what in them. ]

[propositioned]

[ that familiar metallic sound of an umbrella opening along with some static mixed with the wooshing of moving air and the squeaking of her jacket came into existence moments before she appeared behind him. ]

Sam, [ fragile says gently as she collapses her umbrella closed before reaching into her pack to hold a cryptobiote out towards him ] would you like a snack?

[ if he doesn't take it she will eat it. ]

< RESI > Leon Kennedy

[rpd]

[handguns]

( a sigh of relief escapes claire's lips as she closes the door behind her, leaning against it slightly as she listens to the shuffling of the undead on the other side. thankfully they were (mostly) slow and (mostly) dumb, so she was able to slip into the saferoom unnoticed.

unholstering her gun, she places it on the table before folding her arms so she can rest her head against them. a yawn comes from her as she relaxes slightly. claire knows she doesn't have much time, but taking a few minutes to catch her breath is more tempting than it should be. )

▼ CURRENT MUSES

[hobbitholmes]

< ASSASSIN'S CREED > Callum Lynch

[pionero]

< BIOSHOCK > Elizabeth

[tearings]

< CASTLEVANIA > Trevor Belmont

[ancestralwhip]

< FINAL FANTASY > Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

[guidingmoonlight]

< OVERWATCH (AU) > Soldier: 76 / Jack Morrison

[stillplayingsoldier]

< PERSONA > Akira Kurusu/Joker

[jokerofhearts]

lemme know if these work or not!

[leeks]

one, two, three, four

< STAR WARS (AU) > Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

[heirofvader]

< DCEU > Bruce Wayne/Batman

[menarebrave]

[speedyarcher]

[ the last 24 hours had been a whirlwind. everything had been normal, at least the normal she had been used too. it was supposed to be another normal night with one of her regular clients. he was a senator and old enough to be mia's grandfather. and then the window of the hotel room was smashed and there was a gigantic shadow. batman. and he was scary and wonderful at the same time. after he had incapacitated her client he had turned to her, looked at her. he asked her if she was hurt. if she was okay. and if she could get somewhere safe. she had nodded because what else could she do. and then she got out of there. but she didn't have anywhere safe to go, so she went back to her pimp because even that was better than the streets.

which is why she was where she was right now, dressed up like a doll at a gala for gotham's elite. it was rare a client actually took her somewhere like this, probably because of her age, there weren't many places grown men could take a teenage girl that wouldn't raise a few red flags. she knows after the gala they'll go to a hotel room and she knows exactly what will happen. which is why she's going to enjoy herself here as much as possible. it isn't often she gets to actually have fun.

she doesn't notice bruce wayne right away. there are so many people at the gala it's enough to make her head spin. her clinet hadn't really noticed when she slips away from him. he's too busy bragging about some new business aquisition to his friends and from the way they had looked at her earlier he had bragged about her (which makes her nervous about what he might expect her to do later).

she's managed to sneak a few drinks because apparently no one ids at parties for gotham's wealthiest. it's only when she grabbed her second drink from a passing train she stops to look at him. something about him is oddly familiar. it's probably just because he's bruce wayne. everyone knows who bruce wayne is even those who make their living on the street. but it's something else and she can't stop staring at him. his eyes. his chin. the way he talks to other people. and then a thought strikes her. he's still far enough away from her that if she raises her hand at a certain angle she'll cover part of his face from view. if anyone was to look at her they'd probably just think she was someone's daughter admiring one of her rings in the light (a loan from her client). instead, she's covering the top half of bruce wayne's face.

it takes her a moment. because that can't be right? can it? she glances over at her client who's still wrapped up in his story. then she sets her drink down and goes over to bruce. ]

Mr Wayne? [ she's all smiles. ] Hi.