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Open Post ☼ 03 | ❝So sing this broken melody...❞

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
【3.4】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.


Strength: ◆◆◆◆○	Ellana Lavellan Dragon Age: Inquisition An elven mage who was raised outside of the scrutiny of the Andrastian Chantry as the First to her clan's Keeper, she was sent to spy upon the proceedings of the conclave, where she witnessed the Breach forming firsthand as the sole survivor. Dubbed the Herald of a god and his bride she does not believe in, she eventually was elected Inquisitor by her peers in order to heal the broken world with what little time she has remaining to her.	Strength: ◆◆◆◆○	Alisaie Leveilleur Final Fantasy XIV A young lady who plunged herself into the fragments of Dalamud to uncover the truth of the Seventh Umbral Calamity and the fate of her grandfather, Louisoix. She returns from her own journey changed, and stronger. Available AUs: Melodies of Life, open to others.
Strength: ◆◆◆◆◆	Koko Himaa (WoL/OC) Final Fantasy XIV Losing most of her family a young age, this mage-turned-knight began her life anew as a refugee in the city of Ul'dah where she gained the recognition of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Available AUs: Open to others.	Strength: ◆◆◆◆○	Ardyn Izunia Lucis Caelum Final Fantasy XV A self-styled "man of no consequence", he is a walking spoiler warning. He is chancellor of the Niflheim Empire, and is solely responsible for the magitek movement rising to the status it is in Eos. His true identity is a former king of the Lucis Caelum line and healer of the people; who was ostracized and demonized by his relative who would succeed him on the throne. Unable to die due to the plethora of daemons hosted within himself, he went mad, and vowed to destroy both his relative's line and the Crystal itself in order to redeem himself. Available AUs: Open to others.
Strength: ◆◆◆○○	Ignis Scientia Final Fantasy XIV BLAH BLAH BLAH Available AUs: Open to others.	Strength: ◆◆◆◆○	Noctis Lucis Caelum Final Fantasy XV BLAH BLAH BLAH

Strength: ◆◆◆◆○	Aqua Kingdom Hearts The only named Keyblade Master in her group of friends, Aqua sacrificed her Keyblade and armor to save a possessed Terra. She now wanders the darkness and hopes to one day be reunited with her friends. Available AUs: ilpromenade, Destiny Strings, X-Men Movies, open to others.	Strength: ◆◆◆○○	Naminé Kingdom Hearts A witch with power over memories, she made blames herself for her actions at the orders of her captors. Leaving a breadcrumb trail for the others, she righted the wrongs she made before returning to Kairi's heart. Available AUs: open to others.

Strength: ◆◆○○○	Riku Kingdom Hearts A young man who rose against the odds to conquer the darkness within himself and save his best friends. Now granted the title of "Keyblade Master", he prepares with others for the final confrontation with Xehanort. Available AUs: Vatheon, Ruby City, Rekindle, open to others.	Strength: ◆◆◆◆◆	Riku Replica Kingdom Hearts A copy of Riku, his memories had been replaced as a part of the Organization's schemes to bring Sora to their side. He was defeated by the real Riku after killing Zexion. GAME HISTORY - ANIMUS: The sole survivor of his timeline, he became an informant inside the Evil Alliance to protect Xion and Naminé. Names:Mera (Facility), Ira (Animus, Melodies), no.ii/Ixion (re:Ordered) Available AUs:Tower of Animus, A Facility, Melodies of Life, Re:Ordered, open to others.

◆ 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!
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◆ if you cannot think of a scenario, feel free to pick one from the choices below.

prompt ideas. + full muselist. + coding. mindfuck meme ◆ the cuddle meme ◆ the last words meme ◆ the emotional import meme ◆ the friendship meme ◆ the nightmare meme the cheer up meme ◆ the angst meme ◆ the family meme ◆ the bad ending meme ◆ the good ending meme ◆ the hug meme

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Through the night that is now day, Gladio keeps his watch. When he hears Prompto whimpering in his sleep, he stands and moves over to the younger man, putting the broadsword aside to stroke back some of the blond hair, his hair a low, soft murmur until the nightmares subsided and Prompto settled again. His eyes flicker over Ignis but the other man is still. Finally he walks over to Namine, studying the too-thin child and her mysterious background. Where had she been prior to waking up in that empty castle? Who had she been?

He looks to the drawing pad she's been working with, the picture still on top. Herself, he imagines, but who are the other three? This Organization she spoke about? His fingertips brush the drawing. If they had something to clean up to get these friends of her here safely, then he'd deal with it. There's a debt to be repaid.

As she sleeps, she seems almost as restless at Prompto, before unconsciously sensing Gladio's presence beside her. His light; it's so similar to one in Sora's memories. Similar...

The moment he lifts his finger from the page, the pages flip of their own accord, passing by memory after memory - link after link - before settling on the image of a man in brown armor, alone in a veritable sea of key-like swords.

"Everyone...fighting in ways they can. -you, too, believe in yourself... fight so that your heart doesn't..."

Aw, she talks in her sleep. How adorable.

It's around noon before she awakens, and she isn't the only one. Ignis too seems to stir, if his blind reaching for his glasses is anything to go by. No strange happenings seem to occur the rest of the time the others are asleep, at least?

Why does he feel like there's something about that man in brown armor that he almost recognizes?

When the 'morning' comes, Gladio is still awake, seated on one of the beds, blade still across his thighs. What might surprise Ignis is that Prompto actually beat him awake, but Gladio could tell that everything had taken its toll. No happy greeting, no bright smile, only a dullness that was anything but Prompto.

"Morning," he said to the two risers, but Prompto was silent over where he had slept, one of his guns in hand and being checked over.

"Morning," they both said. Colored Ignis extremely surprised, more like. At least as much as one could be, considering the circumstances. After a moment, he reaches for one of his daggers before moving to exit the room; phone in hand. (And, due to them having been underground, received at the very least fifteen different voice messages all at once the moment he reached halfway up the stairs. The other two likely had just as many waiting for them.)

Namine just watched him pass by, subconsciously moving to pick up her sketchbook. To say she was 'worried' for the one in the corner was an understatement - light, she was for all of them - but she had no idea where to even start for once.

Gladio watches as Ignis made his way up towards the steps and sighs, knowing the man shouldn't be going out there alone. He snags the other dagger from the table and looks to Namine, realizing that right now, things are going to be a little on the harsher side and there's little he can do to protect her from it all. So when he catches Namine's eye, he gestures with his chin towards Prompto. Help him out? he mouths to her before stepping to follow Ignis.

The phone messages are getting ignored. There's more important things to handle than any one else's damn concerns beyond the four of them and whatever awaits them in that Castle.

Namine nods once, standing up to move to the other side of the room before Gladio also left to follow Ignis. She stopped beside him, hugging the sketchbook almost as though her life depended on it.

"May I?" she asked him, quietly gesturing with her head to the space beside him on the cot. Something told her he wasn't quite ready to walk out into the daylight, like the two older men already have.

Prompto's head shifts at the voice, studying Namine before bringing a smile to his lips. It rings so false though that it makes the whole thing worse, but he tries. "Sure." He brings his gun back together, absent-mindly rubbing some grease into his pant leg.

There's a lick of his lips before he says, "...thanks. For, you know... getting me back here. I don't know how you found me but... thanks." He brings up a hand, rubbing the back of his neck before looking to her again.

All of her smiles were fake; he's in good company there. She gently sits down beside him, smoothing her dress ever so slightly as she nods.

"You're welcome," she smiles faintly, politely watching him put together his weapon again. "It's the least I could do. I... can't really fight, so."

"...I couldn't either, when we- this all started." He finishes his work and looks towards the door, towards the sunlight coming through it since Gladio left it open. He knows what's out there. What they have to do.

Even saying goodbye hadn't been this hard. How... How is he supposed to do... anything? Everything he'd worked for, everything he believed in... it was all gone, just like that. He'd helped save the world.

Who is going to save them, though?

"Really?" She looks at him curiously, before following his gaze. "I- wouldn't have guessed, the way you took out those Neoshadows." She meant it sincerely, trying to break him out of his rather shattered shell. Maybe if she knew more, she could help.

If nothing else, the strange term she uses manages to bring him a little out of his brokenness, making his brows crease together. "Neoshadows?" He puzzles it out before asking, in turn, "you mean the daemons?" 'Shadows' isn't a bad term for them either, but he's never known them as anything but daemons (except when they were people. that haunts his dreams in its own way.)

If only Namine knew just how accurate her thoughts are about what these creatures are.

"A strong, pureblood Heartless breed. Monsters formed when one's heart is stolen by the darkness within or without." It wasn't the way she meant to, but if it helps him break out of his shell, she doesn't mind explaining it. "At least, that's what we call them on my Star. Daemons is a fitting term, too."

When he'd changed into this uniform, before their final fight, he had left the wristband behind. It only takes lifting his arm to stare down at the barcode branded forever into his skin, his expression almost blank as he does. His next breath shakes when he lets it go, turning his gaze away and nodding. "Probably... the best description I've heard of in a long time, for them." Noct had told him a little, about the Starscourage, about things he didn't understand then and doesn't want to understand now.

He takes another breath before pushing himself to stand up, but when he looks over to the sunlight, it still feels alien, like it should burn him when he steps into it, take him away like it did the daemons.

She notices the barcode, but doesn't ask about it. Instead she stands beside them, letting go of her book with one hand to offer it to him. It's such an innocent gesture, and one he could totally write off as making sure she was OK instead of the other way around.

"Are you scared?" It's such a simple question, asked in such hushed tones that even if one of the others had lingered by the door, she doubts they'd hear. Yet it isn't mocking in any way, only a quiet concern that echoed as she still held out her hand. "We can go together."

The offer of her hand makes Prompto look down to the hand, back up to her as the attempted smile fades. Yeah, he's terrified. He knows he's going to break down and Gladio's going to get angry with him and trying to tell Iggy what they see is going to be the Hells on Eos. Still, all in white, blonde and blue eyed, with that look on her face, Namine reminds him of all of those pictures of Lunafreya that Noct had shown him over the years. It's pretty much the only thing that gives him the courage to take her hand and whisper back, "I don't know when I ever stopped being afraid." The corner of his mouth lifts before he walks with her, awkwardly snagging his second pistol and carrying both together as they walk out into the sun.

The city looks so utterly abandoned in the sunlight. There's just damage as far as the eye can see, but nothing that can't be fixed. It's eerily quiet, with only the faint wind to disturb anything. Nearby, Gladio has his eye on Ignis who is listening to his phone, leaning on his sword with one dagger still in hand.

She can't tell what is going through his head - their connection to Sora is nonexistent, and she wouldn't want to pry right now - but the slight shaking she senses from the hold on his hand says enough. "The fact that you are means you're still you," she says almost encouragingly as the two of them step out into the daylight.

And as they get closer, Prompto will recognize Cor's voice on the voice message system.

'-the three of you get this, Dustin and Monica will be in the city soon. Iris is helping Dave set up parties to handle any remaining threats through Duscae and Leide. I'll be waiting in Hammerhead.'

Gladio sighed, leaning on his blade, body exhausted through and through but keeping up the pretense. When he saw Namine and Prompto come up from the underground bunker, he took control of things the best he could. "...that means we've got a limited time to deal with this before anyone arrives," he said thickly, not looking towards the castle. "There's gonna be chaos. Everywhere. ...Ten years... it's a long time to be in the dark. People are going to panic all over again. They're gonna try to get into the city here and we don't have the numbers to keep them out."

It felt like there was ground glass in his throat as he spoke, but he was a soldier. You kept going on.

"Prompto, Iggs..." He took another breath, then, almost gently for him at this point, "nothing's holding you here. You don't have to stay and deal with this sh-- stuff." A flicker of his eyes to Namine. "You neither, kid."

"Indeed," the other interjected. Especially with the timestamp included. More likely than not, the other surviving members of the Crownsguard were likely on their way as they spoke. Ignis was about to continue on his own back toward the citadel when Gladio spoke again, stopping him in his tracks. 'Nothing's holding you here,' he said. Though with the heavy silence that followed, it was likely surprising no one that Ignis was the first to speak up.

"You know full well that isn't the case." His raised voice seemed to echo in the abandoned streets as he half-turned, careful not to trip upon uncertain ground. If only so that the others could see his face. This had been their home for years before tragedy had claimed it. Years spent in service and camaraderie with one another. Even though he was right with one regard, his false bravado would get him nowhere fast, and with each passing second it was growing harder to keep his own emotions in check. For Prompto's sake as well as his own. "Gladio, he wasn't just your King. He was also ours - our brother and friend, and he has left it to us. Do not for one moment believe you carry this burden alone."

For a few seconds, both Gladio and Prompto stared at Ignis for his words. It was Prompto who looked away first, his eyes squeezing shut. 'Was'. Past tense. Only a horrible further confirmation of what they all knew was true. What they were going to find in the throne room. His hand came up over his mouth, as if he could physically hold back the sob that wanted to leave him. To his credit, he managed, somehow, but only just.

Gladio, though, clenched his teeth against Ignis' words, his eyes hard but he, too, looked away in the face of Ignis' words. "What in the hells do you expect us to do?" he all but growled. "This place is going to need someone in charge who can handle the mess this is about to become. Left it to us... you don't know that. He didn't even know if we'd live to see it!"

This time, Prompto was less successful.

"The only thing we can do: move on, but only once we are ready." His voice softened at the end, but his resolve was immovable - despite the tears threatening to escape him once more as well. "If you prefer to wait here for Dustin and Monica to arrive, you may. I cannot."

Cannot, though every fiber in his being screams for him to follow Prompto's lead.

"...If I may." Namine chimed up, between pats on Prompto's back. "He may have, he may not have, but you did. Isn't that more important right now?"

"I'm not waiting for them." Gladio's tone was a snap, his chin coming up. "It's our responsibility." As his friends, as his brothers, as the ones who had seen this out to the end. His gaze turned to Namine at her words, his glare easing up slightly; she made it difficult to be angry in her direction, sort of like Iris.

"...we'll figure it out... once we've dealt with him-" The slightest, rare hitch in his voice. "Let's go." Making that decision, turning towards the Citadel but only after reaching out and grasping Ignis' shoulder to make sure he was in the right direction.

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Open Post ☼ 03 | ❝So sing this broken melody...❞

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