Call Me Out/Open Post 2016

[turtleen]

Anyone works, but hey here's some suggetsions to make it look better





A meme? Game setting/continuation? Whatever the hell you feel like? wow
make me decide???

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i want the trash man

[erythristic]

[what she knows about Servants is minimal, at best. only second and thirdhand knowledge, pieces ripped from the memories of others. but it makes sense to her that when one man became two, one Servant became two, they would each need a Master. a tether to the world to stay whole and alive. Henry Jekyll has that, and she's glad for it. Henry is one of her friends.

Edward Hyde, by contrast, does not. And he is also dear to her, and she had felt the searing pain across her left side that she had marked out for him to be able to tell her without words that he needs her, and so she had practically flown to find him.]

You're dying, Edward.

[she knows this, being a part of death like she is. Hyde is dying, but he can at least die while she holds him. (look, it added to the scene, for as serious as it is Grell never neglects what would look best. holding him in her arms felt dramatically perfect.)]

toot toot here he comes

[cagedinflesh]

No, that's impossible-

[He won't accept that. He's only just gotten his own body, and he's the powerful one, how could he be dying when Jekyll's fine? Worse is that he couldn't possibly to begin with, his Restructuring should keep him regenerating again and again! This just isn't possible, he's not dying. He'd be shaking her off in irritation for even suggesting that, but he does like any excuse to be in this position...]

I mean it, you're wrong.

[erythristic]

Would you prefer the word fading instead?

[like this it does offer him a chance to be close, that's true, so it satisfies them both.]

Call it what you want, but it is what it is. I can sense it on you.

[his spirit, growing lesser when she checks it, bit by bit. where it goes, she doesn't know - certainly not back into Jekyll.]

[ateaist]

[PICK SOMEONE YOU'D TAG HER WITH I DON'T KNOW

i can do the rest]

[thirtybits]

[Okay I can't decide either so HERES SOME CHOICES THAT MIGHT BE GOOD Shinji, Drake, Josuke???]

Sinner of your choice??

[uptothetarasque]

[ it only makes sense that the patron saint of hosts, homemakers, hoteliers and caretakers is at home in a kitchen. The smell of cakes and cookies wafts down the hall, filling the air with their sweet aroma. Martha herself is starting another batch of sweets, pouring a ten pound bag of flour one-handed into an industrial mixer. Yep. ]

the true sinner

[thirtybits]

[WHY IS SHE SO STRONG...... Judas stands in the doorway dumbfounded. He'd been lured by the scent of cooking going on, to make sure nothing was being wasted. And that the ingredients weren't too expensive to begin with.]

...Are you...?? Uhh, catering something?

gimme the panties

[unaffective]

[ It's a beautiful day outside! It's sort of a pointless statement in a house like this, actually. Elaine is not lazy, but it's significantly easier to just make a maid go out and get food or water or whatever it is this fleshbag of hers is keening over today. She's in the middle of war preparations, she can't just leave!

If "in the middle of war preparations" means poring over books completely unrelated to any magecraft or anything. The important stuff's around, in a tall circle-shaped pile like her star charts and her material lists in her temporary workshop (that was a bedroom, once, until she decided it wasn't anymore), but a pathology textbook is what has her attention today. It took a while, a lot of mulling over it and convincing herself, to warm up to the idea that it was even okay to discuss unrelated matters, but if they're going to be friends they need to talk about other things. Her books and her family told her so. Science is good common ground.

So she happens to find something especially interesting in this particular book on this particular day so she slips on a pair of house-shoes to head to a room she thinks he might be in—

And doesn't knock, of course. The excitement has nothing to do with that one. She just swings the door open, because what even is privacy, anyway? ]

Berserker—?

[cagedinflesh]

[Master is always busy reading, which is fine by him, he's able to look after himself, and entertain himself. In fact it leaves him to be able to sit and read himself. Research, whether on the present day or another subject.

This time, however, he thought it might be safe to slip away. Do something a little more private. Not without a great amount of shame, but he was provoked into it, really!! How can he ignore it when the idea entering his mind causes so much distress. It would be better to do it and get it over with, put it behind him. Yes.

But he still has plenty of mixed emotions over it, so much that once Jekyll's found himself a room to be alone in, he breaks down crying. He can't believe he's going to be so shameful, do something so ungodly. Yet even so he opens up his pants, drops them down around his ankles, and squeezes his eyes shut to get to it.

When the door opens he jumps, eyes wide, fingers wrapped around his dick.]

---Aaah, I-!!

[All he can do is stammer. He can't even move to pull his pants back up.]

RIIIIIDDDDDDEEEEER!!

[upholsteredvelvet]

[Waver hates his life. Nobody hates Waver's life as much as Waver does. But more than hating his own life, he really hates that he can't get any sleep right now, because his stupid Servant is snoring. And she reeks of alcohol, which makes him feel queasy. And he cannot escape it, because she is an evil woman who has pressed his face against her ample, ridiculous cleavage. He's squirming and trying to yell (it's muffled) and giving it his best but he is suffocating in this smelly, noisy trap.

What Waver hates most about his life is that it's really going to end like this...!]

Mmfghss!

Waver screeching at Riders always

[circumnavigates]

[For a moment her grip loosens...but only to end up pulling him closer. What might be even worse is the drool starting to drip down her chin and onto his head.]

I kept promising Archie for your Shake n Bake so here we go

[magerissues]

Uncle, Uncle!

[Here Archie comes, not so much running as skipping really. After all, she is a girl, and daddy says girls don't run. But they sure do get excited, and there's no stopping that.]

Uncle, I've got a surprise for you! Do you want to see it?

[arttoenchant]

[Caster looks up from his bound notebook, of course, what else would he be doing, right? Nearly anyone else he might ignore, but not Waver, she's a good girl!]

Of course! What is it, hmm?

[He hopes it's a tragedy, someone's been murdered in a fit of passion, maybe??]

Beatrice, o Beatrice, how fast will a thread with u turn disgusting, Beatrice~~~~ also au i guess

[vindickator]

[Another witness dead. That's the fourth one related to this case, gone. It's starting to drive Rafael crazy. Each one has been murdered more brutally than the last, and the most infuriating part is that they've been in the best protective custody the NYPD has to offer. This last one had a full detail and not a single one of the guards heard a thing. The cameras showed not a single person leaving or entering the room.

But one cannot commit suicide by cutting out one's own organs and displaying them artfully on the dinner table, nor by putting flowers that don't even bloom in America in the cavity of one's own torso. It's infuriating, and makes little sense to him when the case started out as an air-tight incest and sexual abuse case, one he could have easily won had the relatives not started dying. A sister of the perp who wasn't put on his witness list had rambled on at length about how he'd enlisted the services of a witch and they were all going to die, but Rafael had dismissed it as paranoid insanity before moving on. Now Liv's team can't even locate the woman, and the prosecutor is incredibly close to just letting the Feds take his case and be done with it. Let it be their problem, not his.

Of course he has too much sense of responsibility to let it be that simple, but the thought is tempting, and he turns it over in his mind the entire way home. He's so lost in his own thoughts that the first time he hears the giggle, it doesn't even register to him that it's far too late at night for girls to be out on the street. The second time he hears it, it's over the sound of his jingling keys and close, as though the girl in question's mouth were right behind his ear. He spins around so fast that he nearly trips over his briefcase, but the dark street is entirely empty.

Great. Now he's hearing things. Rolling his eyes at himself, Rafael steps inside and slams the door behind him, locking it before he puts the briefcase down, sheds his coat, and immediately goes for the cabinet where he keeps the scotch.

The clock on his microwave says 12:06. If he's lucky, he'll get about five hours of sleep before he needs to roll out of bed and deal with another day of bad news.]

who knows, it's schrodinger's thread

[cowtitsandwich]

[He probably isn't in the habit of leaving a window wide open all day, and yet one has been in the living room. Although it still smells faintly of smoke and tobacco, the further into the his home he steps. There are other small things out of place, picture frames and the like, almost all easily played off as remembering their exact placement wrong (and anyway who knows where everything in their house is placed within an inch right?) but the intent is for there to be too many instances to entirely ignore.

His dining table, however, has been laid out nicely. Candles lit, a full course meal set out. A fine embroidered silk tablecloth in red only vaguely hides the puddles of blood leading to the centerpiece: a kidney on a serving plate with garnishes. She isn't crude, it's fancy.]

[justiceerror]

(what'dya say to a yakuza son and mother au?)

[cagedinflesh]

(Um Y E S)

u know who

[showmeyourwreath]

[It's the day following the ritual and coronation. Flora isn't wracked with it, even if she does have some guilt, and she wonders if this is just another way that she's changed. No...she knows it is, she just has to hope it doesn't end up for the worse, down the line.

But, she is concerned, which is what brings her to Henry Jekyll's door that afternoon, and she knocks firmly.]

dis bitch

[cagedinflesh]

[He answers the door, cheerful as ever. Nothing is wrong, nothing has happened, nope, things last night weren't absolutely awful to the point that he cried in a corner and certainly he didn't get up to anything else. The picture of innocence.]

Oh, good day!

HEY JUDE

[depicted]

I got us tickets to see Hamilton.

[Good ticket prices: several thousand dollars.

Mark up? Just try to calculate it, Judas.

Did Dorian buy these tickets because he wants to see a musical with Judas, or is the best entertainment watching Judas calculate how much money he spent on the show?]

[thirtybits]

[This is a show about an underdog being a big part of a revolution against an oppressive occupying state. This is everything Judas wanted to be. His first instinct is to perk up, eyes wide with excitement, the beginnings of a big dumb smile--

But then he remembers. He's heard how people are selling tickets for ridiculous amounts. He knows what that does to an economy, how it hurts even the show itself.

And how much did Dorian spend on this?! No matter how much he tries to work it out, there's no way to tell. Even this human banking machine is stumped, he feels like he'll short-circuit. All he can do is sputter with ineffective rage and confusion.]

Any servant

[student_zero]

[ It's consultation room time ]

[arttoenchant]

[of course Caster thinks he's come here to watch someone else be interrogated. That's why he bursts in without even knocking, book and pen already in hand to get to writing about all those deep dark secrets that will surely come in handy for a good story!!]

o shit waddup it's dat

[jalter]

manifestation of gilles' twisted image of jeanne d'arc as a spirit of vengeance

what're you feelin

[cagedinflesh]

I wish I played Gilles, but I do have Ryuunosuke and Jeanne if you have any interests there....