· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.


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

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[pionero]

[ Mockery. As if that isn't something he's run into before in his life.

Cal simply lofts an eyebrow at first. He wouldn't call that hitting on him. Which then earns her a roll of his eyes as he goes back to picking at the food on his plate. The food he really has no intention of eating. Not when he's recent out of an Animus session.

You're the Spaniard's kid.

Did everyone fucking know Aguilar?

His cold eyes turn back to Hanna then. Baptiste's descendant -- Moussa. He mentioned being able to see Aguilar as well. Maybe once they were in the Animus too long they all went fucking crazy and started hallucinating. ]

I'm guessing I must be Spanish if he's Spanish. [ Maybe like, 1% Spanish, but enough where the bloodline can be traced back. He leans back a bit from her then. ] Right. I'll make sure to tell my dead ancestor to back off the real estate.

[brickinthewall]

Just 'cause you got a dash of cayenne don't mean you a spicy dish, you know what I'm saying?

[She knows she's hallucinating. Bleeding, they called it. She saw some of those sequences constantly. Sometimes they tried to protect her, sometimes they tried to hurt her. It's always a toss-up.]

And you don't go telling the dead where to haunt. [She grins, huge, nearly predatory, sure that her canines are really tiger fangs.] You tell the living to curse someone else. And I know where the hexers are.

[Her green eyes flicker up, to the cameras, and then beyond, to a blank wall.]

What's it called when the witch you burn burns you back?

[pionero]

Yeah. Unfortunately.

[ It isn't that hard to follow what she means - just how she says it. Then again, the criminal life has led Cal to run into all sorts of life. If anything it is reminding him of how junkies are. ]

I'm pretty sure our ancestors don't give a shit about it being rude who they are haunting.

[ If anything? Agulair seemed grumpy about it all the damn time. ]

Revenge?

[brickinthewall]

Justice.

[But they were only just a few murders apart, weren't they? An ounce of blood is all it takes for an act of justice to trip into an act of revenge.]

No one in my brain is my ancestor. [She mimes drawing a bow, perfectly, muscles tensing, vision sharpening, silence of the forests ringing in her ears.] But they got some neat tricks. [Her fingers loosen the invisible arrow, and she could almost see it, the cracks in the wall from the tip of a poisoned head.]

Robin Hood was real, you know. Not totally like the stories, but he was real.

[Her arms come down.]

I killed Julius Caesar. I escaped my father and my arranged marriage. I sank my ship and died in the sea crawling for El Dorado. I murdered Marie Antoinette. I spied for the allies and I was executed as a traitor.

[Despite herself... she laughs. Bleakly. Hollowly.]

And they all think I'm a dumb blonde.