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pontaneous) wrote in reewind2015-04-18 07:17 am
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call me out meme;
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
Milly
Well, Athrun would have none of that. He had once stood by and let a girl he loved slip out of his fingers. Not this time, though. Milly was too dear to his heart. Even if she was the single most triumphant example of an extrovert in the modern world and he was a borderline shut-in, Athrun understood that he needed that girl, her energy, and her caring nature in his life. So he devised a plan, taking a page from his best friend's book this time.
Meanwhile, the wedding was being held outdoors. It was a grand venue, overlooking the sea. There was security, but it was based around keeping uninvited guests out -- assuming they tried to get in on foot.
Athrun, however, most certainly would not be coming in on foot.
As the minister gets to the line of "speak now or forever hold your peace," a loud noise, sounding something like a cross between a jet engine and wind blowing past an open car window, sweeps across the venue, followed by a strong gust of wind. Both die down, though the sound doesn't die away entirely.
Up in the air, only a few hundred feet over the venue, hovers a mobile suit in all the glory its 18.9-meter height commands. The light signals on its feet declare its intention to land, and people run out of the way to avoid being crushed by nearly 80 tons of metal and plastic.
The machine sets down as gently as its verniers will allow, then bends down on one knee. Its right hand extends toward the altar, where Milly is standing, and comes to a rest in front of her, palm up and fingers extended. At the same time, the hatch in the Gundam's chest opens up, ready to receive her when the hand moved back toward the chest.
Athrun knew there'd be hell to pay for this. But Milly was worth it.]
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of course, her parents told her lots of little lies in her youth, and this was one of them. it should've been expected-- they lost their ranking so many years ago, and they had been biding their time ever since, waiting for the day she could marry. she had no intentions of marrying so young when there was an entire world to be explored, and even though she had told herself that a thousand times, she still had a duty to the house of ashford. milly was the only heir. there was no one else to take the responsibilities...
there was no one else to marry off. there was no spare.
so she was engaged to a nobleman with a high ranking, but a brain as large and as functional as his genitalia (which, to her misfortune, she learned was... lacking). but she was a perfect fiancée, graceful and kind, beautiful and clever. truly, she would run the estate she married into, but she didn't want that. it was what her parents wanted. and if they wanted it so badly, why didn't they marry him?
besides, she wanted to marry for love. if anything, she wanted to marry someone like athrun. or actually marry athrun... he wasn't exactly her type, but what did it matter when he made her feel like she was worth more? how could she care about type when she was hopelessly infatuated with his embarrassed smiles, his courage, his gentle heart, all of him?
but she couldn't tell her parents she wanted to leave their chance at reclaiming nobility for a pilot. she might never see him again if she did... they were already on the fence about her spending so much time with him as it was.
there's a part of her heart that hopes, at some point during the planning, the dress fittings, the guest selection, ANYTHING, he'll confess he loves her and he wants to run away with her, far away from politics, far away from arranged marriages. but that never happens. and she hopes all the way until the wedding day.
they say she's beautiful, a vision of loveliness, a perfect bride. and she does feel beautiful-- a ballgown tends to do that for a girl. but this isn't her wedding day. not the one she dreamt of. it's signing a contract in the most opulent way. but there's no one else who can do it for her... she's prepared to sign away her life. the vows have been said, and even though she thinks of opposing her own wedding, she doesn't.
someone else does it for her.
initially she's angry at someone causing a commotion-- what if they have to do this all over again?! but then she's relieved, and more than that, thrilled. because she knows that mobile suit, and she knows its pilot better. even as her guests (and her fiancé) run away, she stays still, smiling the whole time. her parents are screaming at her, security is moving in, there's no time to waste. it's do or die. so with a grin and a wink over her shoulder, she picks up her skirts to step into the Gundam's hand, ready to leave in style.]
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And Athrun had been hoping to use that to his advantage. The immediate consequences would definitely suck, but if he could milk the general public, things could turn.
But that was for later. Now, though, Athrun's Gundam remains very still as Milly climbs into its hand. Then, carefully, Athrun guides the hand back toward the chest, where a figure wearing a custom flight suit can be seen sitting in the pilot's seat.
As the hand comes to a stop in front of the hatch, Athrun reaches up to his helmet and presses a button, causing his visor to retract up into his helmet. Then, he smiles -- though this time it's not one of his sheepish grins; no, this is the confident smile of an ace pilot who knows exactly what he's doing.]
Sorry I'm late. Justice needed a last-minute washing.
[He's joking; the Infinite Justice's armor attracted dirt and grime about as well as Teflon does.
But hey -- when going to a wedding, you have to look your best.]
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the man she sees in the pilot's seat is indeed athrun, who she's falling for even more now, but he's decidedly different. that smile, that posture... it's all him, but it's more. he's exactly who she wants to see, the way she's always known he could be.
she lifts her veil, eyes bright as she gazes at him, laughing fully after he speaks.] It looks wonderful. [and then--] You do too. You should wear that more often. [the smile. the suit. everything.]
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[He's amused. As far as he's concerned, this is standard wear for him, though it may be the first time she's seen him in his custom flight suit.
Meanwhile, he can't bring himself to take his eyes off her. He extends both of his hands out toward her, as if to welcome her into his cockpit. It's not really meant for passengers, though; she'll have to sit crosswise on his lap in order for it to work.]
Meanwhile, you...you're like a work of art. I've never seen you look so beautiful. I see you dressed and made up as you are now, and I can't help but think you're the most beautiful woman to have ever existed. Or that ever will exist.
[Cheesy? maybe. But he's speaking how he truly feels. Under normal circumstances, he had a hard time imagining how any girl could look more attractive than Milly, but seeing her wearing a gorgeous wedding gown and the right amount of makeup increased her beauty far beyond what he could have possibly imagined.]
Now let's get moving. The sooner we get you in here, the sooner we can leave.
Renge
Still, she's tried, and eventually he pays some attention at least, although it's getting late as well. He's feeling a bit tired, like maybe he should think about leaving, and glances over at Renge. His own attempts at all-nighters at least go better than what Renge can usually pull, and he's curious as to whether she's about to doze off or not... ]
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but they've been watching a cute anime, one that doesn't require much attention, but one that renge is incredibly invested in, but has also watched a million times. so little tidbits of trivia are blurted out, openings are sung with enthusiasm, and her eyes are glued to the tv. well, most of the time. she can't help but glance over at richter every so often, to gauge his interest, or really, just to admire his beauty.
still, it's late, and her energy has been fading, ending with her eyes half open and her curled up on the couch, trying to be close to him and give him space simultaneously. it's so difficult not to drape herself all over him when he's right next to her, but she'll respect his bubble...
the episode ends, and renge rubs at her eyes, looking up at richter with a smile.] Did you like it? I think that episode is one of the best in the series...
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The show's alright, and Renge's enthusiasm for it does bring a bit of a smirk to his lips, although that's still the best she'll get out of him. As long as she's having a good time, he can range from tolerating it to actually enjoying it a little. ]
They did seem to finally get over some of their... communication issues. That was nice to see.
[ Not that he's actually good at communicating feelings, hahaha. It does look like Renge's close to falling asleep, and he wonders if he should bring it up or something. ]
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[it's said quietly, and kind of wistfully. just because she doesn't have the energy she started with doesn't mean she can't express her feelings well. and those two... they make her believe in love, however flawed it may be. someone else does too, but that's not something to bring up right now.]
I'm glad you enjoyed part of it. And thanks for hanging out with me.
[she yawns and stretches her arms out, then looks to richter, smiling softly. this may be the only time in his life that he experiences a quiet renge.]
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...I'm glad that it works out, then. Seems like it could be frustrating if it didn't.
[ Richter turns, and nods at her; while he's a bit tired himself now, he doesn't show anything short of total exhaustion very clearly, compared to the oh-so expressive Renge. ]
It's a pleasure. [ Quiet or not, he wouldn't do this if he didn't like being around her. ]
Milly
[She hadn't told him. Hadn't told anyone.]
[They'd fallen asleep tangled up in one another, him spooning her, wrapping her up in his arms like he could protect her if he did, one of his hands over hers, fingers laced together.]
[There was a brief moment of disorientation when she woke up, a brief moment of uncertainty about where she was – not too uncommon, really, since arriving on the station – that gave way to the comforting reality that she was in her room, in her bed. But she only had a moment to relax before it hit her like a tidal wave.]
[This was her bed, yes, but not the bed she'd fallen asleep in. There was a familiar body spooning hers. A body that had never been in this bed before. That shouldn't be in this bed. That, of all people, should not find himself here, in her native reality.]
[Almost as if he unconsciously sensed the tension, the physiological reaction to the epiphany that was dawning on her, he began to stir.]
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but he's still asleep, and she can catch up on the affairs of the ship in the meantime. she waves her hand to pull up the screen, but nothing flashes up. again, she tries, but still nothing. her phone is on her nightstand-- her old phone-- and it is ringing. a call from work. work? it stops, and she sees messages from coworkers, friends, her parents... her parents. what day is it? 6:37 AM, 12th september, 2018, says the phone. a date she didn't get to see in britannia. what kind of game is the ship playing, and how does she end it?
she snaps up, headed to the door, but she doesn't even make it out of bed-- there a pain at the back of her head that presses through to the front of it that knocks her back. it's from the riot-- a wound at the nape of her neck, and deep bruising along the left shoulder. there's too many pieces, too many parts for the ship to know and get them all right. how does she stop the illusion and get her old room back? how does she break free? after giving ishida's hand a gentle squeeze, she braces herself and stumbles out of bed, headed to the window to open the curtains. lagunbiru was a machine, and only knew as much as its users. milly had shared much with it to bring back home, but had never bothered to alter mount fuji as it knew it. no sakuradite mining, no gaping holes in the mountainside. just what it looked like twenty years ago.
but mount fuji is deeply etched into, destroyed like it's been her entire life. the shinjuku ghetto still stands, and the fleija crater hasn't been rebuilt. lagunbiru wouldn't know this, but it would know what day she arrived. it would know what day to send her back to. and yet, it carelessly sent another with her. pain and panic flood her mind, but she cannot show it, not when their dilemma is so much larger than landing in a room from memory.
there is rustling, and she snaps her head around to find its source, only to regret such sudden movements-- britannian medical technology just wasn't like lagunbiran, was it? at least she can pinpoint the noises, and they are coming from her darling, her love, her poor, unsuspecting ishida.]
Uryu...
[the panic bubbles up again, but she can't worry him. the sun is barely up. his eyes aren't even open. so the curtains follow suit; she shuts them and shuffles back into bed, underneath covers and into his arms. it's all an illusion. a game. a prank played on her by the ship. and if she goes back to sleep, everything will be as it was. right?
but sleep does not sweep her away, and all she can do is clutch onto ishida and pray that this is only temporary.]