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Call Me Out & Prompt Me Meme

Post your list of muses in a comment below. Interested people will respond to your lists with a character (or several characters) from the list and with a picture or gif for each character. You must write a prompt to them based on the picture that they've linked to you. 

Responders can also respond with a theme or mood they'd like to shoot for like 'sad' or 'happy' or 'ragingly anamatronic'.

Example: 
Character: 
Mr. Box-Chan
Prompt Word: Cold
Picture: [Pic]

daranon

Date: 2015-04-05 04:49 am (UTC)
woocas: (happy - :D)
From: [personal profile] woocas
Active msues:

Lucas Kovach - OC
Hei - Darker than Black
Mary Poppins - some movie from the 60s idk
Aeryn Sun - Farscape
Miles Stedman - OC
Cecil Palmer - Welcome to Night Vale
Daranon Dawnseeker - World of Warcraft OC
Daranon Duskborn - Guild Wars 2 OC


Semi-retired/rusty muses:

Soul Eater Evans - Soul Eater
Paarthurnax - Skyrim
Edited Date: 2015-04-05 04:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-04-05 02:28 pm (UTC)
periapt: (Default)
From: [personal profile] periapt


Character: Lucas
Theme: Escape

Date: 2015-04-05 03:34 pm (UTC)
woocas: (neutral - um whoops?)
From: [personal profile] woocas
[Being legally declared dead made life a bit more difficult.

Also, that whole being hunted down by his own people thing.

But, Lucas wasn't thinking about that right now. He was watching the total climb higher and higher on the convenience store clerk's register and silently kicking himself for being terrible at math.
]

Look, sorry. I only have twenty bucks on me, can you take this and this off?

[Dealing with cash was just not something he was used to, but it wasn't traceable. Not that he could technically apply for plastic under his real name right now anyways, but it was just as well. Shifting nervously on his feet, Lucas tugs at the brim of his baseball cap and glances behind him at the tiny little store.]

Date: 2015-04-05 04:52 pm (UTC)
periapt: (Default)
From: [personal profile] periapt
[ Being alive and hearing voices also made like considerably more difficult.

Yuri had always heard this one voice telling him to go do this and go do that and if he refused he got a splitting headache that felt like his skull was splitting right in two.

Today? He didn't feel like having his head proverbially cracked open, so he listened to the voice like a good little errand boy.

Yuri, who was standing in the back of the store with a high collar trenchcoat, had been examining the same container of chip dip for about 15 minutes when the 'undead' kid rolled in. ]


That's the guy, eh?

[ Looked awful healthy for a dead man. As Lucas had his back turned Yuri approached the register. ]

Date: 2015-04-05 10:01 pm (UTC)
woocas: (neutral - guarded)
From: [personal profile] woocas
Thanks.

[Lucas mutters, gathering up his bag of goods before turning. He nearly bumps into the man behind him. The trenchcoat makes him pause warily a moment before he mutters again, keeping his gaze turned down. The brim of his hat hides most of his face.]

Sorry, man, didn't see you there.

[He goes to move past the stranger, his mind already elsewhere, making plans for the night. Where can he stay in this city that might be safe?]

Date: 2015-04-05 11:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] periapt
[ Yuri reaches a hand out and grabs the kids shoulder. He wasn't about to let the person he'd been looking for get away just like that. ]

Woah, there. You're Lucas Kovach. I've been lookin' everywhere for you.

Date: 2015-04-06 10:43 pm (UTC)
woocas: (fear - don't even!)
From: [personal profile] woocas
[Lucas pales at hearing his name. This guy has to be with IOPSA right? After getting out of that place he's not exactly keen on going back. Instinctively he tries to jerk his shoulder out of the man's grip.]

You got the wrong guy, pal. Lay off!

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Date: 2015-04-05 02:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] prrromotion


Character: Paarthurnax
Theme: Badassery

Date: 2015-04-05 03:11 pm (UTC)
seekingtinvaak: (neutral - looking down)
From: [personal profile] seekingtinvaak
[It isn't often Paarthurnax comes down from his perch atop the Throat of the World. But with these nagging metal creatures were too much to ignore.

With a might flap of his aged wings, Paarthurnax descends to find its source. It had been a long age since he felt so angered.
]
prrromotion: (Default)
From: [personal profile] prrromotion
[ His latest evil plan was coming to fruition! Robotnik chortled gleefully as his cruiser putted up the side of the mountain. Once he scaled the snowy cliffside he spotted the great creature and came to a stop some distance away. ]

Good morning Grrreat beast! I've come today to offer you a proposition in my empire.

WE DON'T WANT ANY

Date: 2015-04-05 10:12 pm (UTC)
seekingtinvaak: (Default)
From: [personal profile] seekingtinvaak
[Landed with a mighty tremor, Paarthurnax cranes his haed in the stranger's direction. He'd never seen a mortal quite like this one, nor encountered one quite as brazen.]

Drem Yol Lok. Hmmm, greetings. I say this out of...Vahrukt Zin, out of tradition. These Bo Raan, flying creatures...[The dragon rumbles ominously.] Did you summon them here?

[His head tilts further, another rolling grumble issuing forth from deep within in the dragon. A warning.]

Do not speak to me, Jul, of petty empires.
Edited Date: 2015-04-05 10:12 pm (UTC)

YOU WANT ALL.

Date: 2015-04-05 11:28 pm (UTC)
prrromotion: (pic#8134195)
From: [personal profile] prrromotion
PETTY? Of course not! I speak to you only of the Rrrrobotnik empire, and that is in no way petty or corrupt!

[ He reaches off screen to a bag of money that someone hands him, smiles to the camera, and stuffs that money into hammer space because hes ROBOTNIK. ]

Perhaps.. we should start over. [ He motions to himself. ] My name is Dr. Robotnik. I'm the soon-to-be ruler over this planet who is caring, kind, and in no way evil. [ He bats his eyes innocently. Yes. Totally innocent. ]

I was seeking to recruit the assistance of your kind to weed out my enemies once and for all.

xP

Date: 2015-04-06 10:30 pm (UTC)
seekingtinvaak: (Default)
From: [personal profile] seekingtinvaak
[The dragon follows these inane motions, not understanding them, and finding his usual patience with it worn thin. This is not the first time he's heard a mortal man make such boasts. It will not be the last. They all end the same way.]

The dov answer to no one, Jul. Especially your kind. Al tiid sizaan. You waste your time here.

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Date: 2015-04-05 02:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] quickster


Character: Mary Poppins
Theme: Helping the Needy

Date: 2015-04-05 03:18 pm (UTC)
a_spoonful: (neutral - serious)
From: [personal profile] a_spoonful
[Whatever this place once was, Mary couldn't be certain. She stands amidst the ruins for a few long moments, soaking in the sight of her new surroundings. The reason why she was taken here by the West Wind was more than obvious, but where she actually was the nanny could not say.

Then, stepping forward with carpet bag in tow, Mary proceeds past piles of rubble, looking for any sign she's not alone.
]

Date: 2015-04-05 05:01 pm (UTC)
quickster: (Normal - Dive)
From: [personal profile] quickster
[ In a sharp contrast to the ruined area and spots of green fire, there was laughter from somewhere nearby. The several small voices certainly sounded young, but they weren't close enough to entirely make out what they were saying. ]

Date: 2015-04-05 10:18 pm (UTC)
a_spoonful: (neutral - guarded look)
From: [personal profile] a_spoonful
[Well that was something, at least.

Mary makes her way over to where she thinks the voices happen to be coming from, carefully. As she approaches she calls out.
]

Hello?

Date: 2015-04-05 10:58 pm (UTC)
quickster: (Shocked - Wait WHAT)
From: [personal profile] quickster
[ All of them instantly quiet, following a few 'sshhhhh' noises. ]

Hurry up and hide!

[ There was the sound of footprints as, presumably, the small voices ran for cover. Though if Mary found her way to where they had come from, she wouldn't find it too difficult to see a blue tail sticking out of its 'hiding spot' under a ragged cloth. ]

Date: 2015-04-06 10:38 pm (UTC)
a_spoonful: (neutral - pensive)
From: [personal profile] a_spoonful
[Hmmm. Mary comes to a slow halt, close enough to spy that little tail peeking out. What to do, what to do. Mary supposes that somewhere in her bag she has something that may be of interest in a place such as this.

Plucking out a bright red bit of fruit, Mary ponders out loud.
]

Now what am I to do with these apples...ah. If only there was someone to share them with.

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Date: 2015-04-05 04:25 pm (UTC)
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Character: Miles
Theme: Strange New Pet

Date: 2015-04-05 06:06 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
[Sitting in his cubicle, Miles frowns. Not for the first or last time today, certainly, but he frowns as his gaze once again falls to the blob of pink swirling in a jar set just in front of his computer's keyboard.

They had been doing an interview hours earlier. The owner of a curiosities shop had a bad case of poltergeist a few months back and this was merely a follow-up to see if things had settled down. The woman insisted they take this as an extra bit of payment and wouldn't take no for an answer. And, in typical Lucas fashion, the Medium finagled the responsibility of the thing to Miles's tender care.
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Never wanted a pet. [Miles mutters, before finally unlatching the top and letting the thing loose. The woman had assured them it was mostly harmless.]

Well, out with you, then. Come on.

Date: 2015-04-05 06:26 pm (UTC)
blobofmischief: (Concerned for a Friend)
From: [personal profile] blobofmischief
All Morph did was pretend to be the paperweight on her front desk for an hour, he didn't understand why suddenly she was so eager to get him out of her store. Sure, he flew around the room with the actual stone paperweight in his mouth for a bit, playing keep away, but he gave it back. He didn't hurt it. He just wanted to play.

This new person didn't seem to like to play much either. Hovering around in this jar was no fun, and he'd been making sad echoey noises from inside of it while watching the blond do boring paperwork for almost longer than he could tolerate. When that frowning gaze slid back his way again, Morph made another scared noise, and bunched himself together as small as possible, huddled against the back of the glass. What was this human going to do with him?

He was going to find out, apparently.

Though the lid was finally unlatched, Morph was hesitant to actually come out of his now protective glass shield. He looked over the top of it, with big wary eyes, little pink appendages grabbing at the lip of it while he peered around. Then those lamp eyes rose to look at Miles, still fearful, but questioning also. Was it safe?

Date: 2015-04-05 10:26 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - thinking)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
It was almost sad, in a way, how the little creature worbled, but Miles did have work to accomplish. Well, it didn't matter now that he unlatched the lid.

"There's probably nothing that will eat you."

So comforting, Miles. He couldn't be certain that Mace wouldn't, but the dog was with Chris now and that wouldn't matter too much for awhile. Plucking up his pen again, Miles gave another look to the blob.

"What are you anyways...I guess I'll have to do some digging to find out."

Date: 2015-04-05 11:48 pm (UTC)
blobofmischief: (Drunk Face)
From: [personal profile] blobofmischief
That wasn't very reassuring at all, but at least this human wasn't yelling. He seemed curious, in fact, and Morph was curious too. Mostly about all those fun looking things on his desk.

The pink blob poked his head out a little further, continuing to look around, tentatively. He cocked his head to the side a little, wondering why digging would help the human figure out more.

"Morph" he chirped helpfully.

Date: 2015-04-06 10:23 pm (UTC)
bytheguidebook: (neutral - profile)
From: [personal profile] bytheguidebook
Someone just doesn't like to sugarcoat a situation, that's all.

"Morph, huh?" Now was that a name or an answer to his question. Miles couldn't be certain. "Just don't make a mess."

Because his side of the desk was perfectly in order, quite unlike Lucas's. Miles then turned his attention to the computer, keeping an eye out for the little blob of pink, curious to see what it might do, but he still had all this work to get to...

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