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[riyuji]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
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last updated January 01, 2016

» Above are the characters I am willing to play right off the bat. Everyone else could be found over yonder. » If there's anyone up there you wanna play with, hit me up with their name on the subject line and a scenario as a reply. If you can't think of a scenario, just leave the comment blank and I'll try to think of something instead. » Action tags, prose, picture prompt starter, it's totally your call. » Want the original code for this? Boom.

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[angleofthedangle]

Ouch. And here I thought we were friends.

[You know he's not going to stop, right?

Jensen shrugs a little, taking sip from his bottle.]

I could take it from her considering we'd just met but you and i? We've known each other for a while now. Doesn't that entitle me to even a little bit of backstory? C'mon, bro, gimme some dirt.

[Hear that? He just called you bro.]

[smokesinspace]

[what? did he hear something?

if he did, he makes no response. the usual process of ignoring Jensen has begun.]

[angleofthedangle]

You know, I can keep at this all day.

[A pause.]

Maybe you don't wanna tell me stuff because you were connected to some black market dealings. Or maybe you used to be connected to the mafia? Is that it? Don't say anything if I'm right.

[smokesinspace]

[twitching. there is definitely a vein twitching.

just. going to stand up to go to his airship HE COULD JUST LOSE HIMSELF IN THE BEAUTIFUL MACHINE INSTEAD.

mafia his ass.]

amusingly I have the perfect icon for this

[angleofthedangle]

So I'm right?

[Guess what, Cid? He's following you. YEP.]

Hmm, or maybe I'm close but didn't hit the nail on the head. How about this? You were in deep undercover in the mafia because you were helping people out to take them down. And by deep undercover, I mean you had to cut off ties with people you care about so you could infiltrate the mob better.

How about that? Just keep walking away if I'm warm.

omfg get out

[smokesinspace]

[there have been many a time when he wanted to throw Jensen off the mountain. this would be one of them.]

If you're gonna keep flappin' that useless of mouth, at least put your hands to work.

[and shoving some parts into his hands before continuing on.]

never

[angleofthedangle]

Whoa, whoa, easy there.

[Good thing he left his bottle, otherwise he wouldn't have enough hands to hold everything Cid was shoving at him. But even if he's got his hands full, he wasn't out for the count yet.]

Okay, maybe you weren't that deep undercover. Maybe you were a hitman! I'll bet you had to take down guys for the mob to prove your alliance. Maybe you were their very best. And all those men you had to take out hardened you into... [He waves his hands up and down, together with the parts in them.] this.

[smokesinspace]

The only thing I want to hit is your ass off this mountain.

Now shut up and work.

[angleofthedangle]

[Pfft. He somehow manages a hurt look.]

You know the fastest way to make me shut up is to just fess up, right? You're only prolonging your own agony.

[smokesinspace]

[just have a grunt in response. nope. still not saying anything.]

[angleofthedangle]

I was going to go with alien next. That's totally it, right?

[smokesinspace]

Don't you ever shut up?

[no, of course not. ... ...why does he still have this guy. like. seriously.]

Why the hell you wanna know, anyway?

[angleofthedangle]

[Because no one else wants to help out, that's why. Also because he may have the know how for this kinda thing. That's why. He shrugs his shoulders, looking somewhat accomplished. He hasn't heard anything yet but hey, progress is progress.] Anything. Like I said, we've known each other for a while now but I don't know anything about you before you got here.

[smokesinspace]

I know jack shit about you and you don't see me askin' do you?

[angleofthedangle]

Of course you don't. If you did, you'd be breaking character.

C'mon, ask me something, Mr. Grumpypants. Anything. I don't mind.

[smokesinspace]

How the hell have you not piss someone else off and stay alive?

[angleofthedangle]

[He laughs.]

I ask myself that all the time. Must be my natural charm.

[smokesinspace]

[grunts and mutters.]

Natural charm my ass.

[and he's going to be climbing up one of the scaffolding towers to reach a damaged panel on the airship. better be following, Jensen, or he'll throw something down at you.]

[angleofthedangle]

[Unfortunately he's not following. Instead he calls up to Cid as he climbs.]

Sorry, Cid. I'm sure the ladies might like your naturally charming ass but I think I'll pass.

[smokesinspace]

[response?

a wrench thrown down at him.]

Get your dumb ass up here.

[so many asses.]

[angleofthedangle]

[And he just barely dodges the wrench.]

Okay, I'm coming. Keep that up and you might actually hit me next time.

[He follows up this time around.]

But I'll have you know that my ass is equally as charming as yours. Probably more so.

[smokesinspace]

Who said I wasn't tryin'? [to hit him.

but he just grunts at him and grabs one of the parts from his hands and starts fiddling with other things so technical.]