A new one because why not?

[daisy_the_mage1]

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

♛ 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! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[notadetective]

Mm. Tea would be nice. If you have ceylon, I would love to have that.

[Greg didn't seem to notice Miles was struggling to welcome his father.He straighten up and took his hat off.] Can you wait a moment while I hang these?

[frilliance]

I should have plenty of that. [And he started to head into the back rooms, Pess trotting behind. A part of him, the nine year-old Miles Edgeworth, wanted to go back to his father and hug him tightly so that he would not disappear again.

But the older Miles Edgeworth was stubborn. He was going to get through this, tell his father what happened and be all dignified......

And maybe cry alone later.

When Miles finally entered the kitchen, he felt Pess nuzzle against his right leg. He patted her on the head for comfort, breathing in and out deeply, preparing not to break down in front of his father...

Wait, he forgot the tea!

Miles quickly starts brewing some. He shouldn't be long, Gregory.]

1/2

[notadetective]

[Gregory locates the coat hanger and starts to take his trenchcoat off when he notices something strange on his suit underneath. A stain? His eyes widen in shock as he looked at it closely. He nearly made a sound, but instead lets out a sharp intake of breath.

There's a spot on his suit, near where his heart is that had a hole in the fabric. It wasn't any tiny hole that would appear sometimes from long use. There are clear scorch marks around the hole. And then there was the strain itself that seem to have come from the hole originally. It was brown and it looked disturbingly like....

He quickly puts his coat back on, his breathing still unsteady. What...what did he just saw? He grasps where his heart is, it's still beating. Is...is this someone's idea of a joke? Did someone switch suits with him without him knowing? He mind recalls the last he was, inside an elevator. In the darkness, he could hear the baliff yelling, his son as well and then a gunshot--

He grit his teeth. What happened? And how is he even standing here?

He re-adjusts his glasses that had gone askew as he straightens himself up. His breathing was more even now, eventhough he still had a disturbed look on his face. He needs to calm down, he needs to go back to Miles and they'll talk...]

[notadetective]

[Once Gregory managed to get his bearings together, he'll go to look for Miles...still wearing his coat for obvious reasons.

One problem though...he doesn't know his way around the mansion.]

Miles? [Help. Your father is lost and calling out to you. 8(]

[frilliance]

One moment. I'm coming. [After he finishes, Miles places both cups of tea and a fashionable teapot on the tray and makes himself to the front hall. He stands in the doorway, looking very calm and dignified for someone who has just been reunited with his dead daddy.] I'll lead the way to the living room.

[notadetective]

[He nods, keeping himself from looking too shaken by his episode just a moment ago. He follows, occasionally adjusting his coat, making sure his coat is still covering what is hiding underneath.

Once in the living room, he settles himself on the couch across from where Miles will sit at the small table.

...How to even start the conversation?]

There's a lot to discuss, are you sure you'll be all right talking about everything right now?

[frilliance]

.....

[Is he all right? Well....

No! He has to go through with this. Otherwise his father will never tell the truth.]

I will be fine.

I suppose you would prefer to start from the beginning, right?

[notadetective]

...Yes, I think that would be wise. Perhaps all our questions will be answered if we start from the beginning.

[He picks up the teapot and starts to pour them both a cup] I want you understand though, that I am not disappointed or angry that you chose a different path. It is your life to choose how you want to live. My concerns pertain to who you learned to prosecute from. Why is it, that you chose to learn under Manfred Von Karma?

OK REAL TAG

[frilliance]

I suppose I should start. [Taking a deep breath.] It all began on that day we were stuck in the elevator...

[And he first starts with when he woke up in hospital, when he heard the news that his father was dead - shot in the heart with a bullet. A suspect was found.....Miles paused at this. The suspect was found because the ghost of Gregory Edgeworth supposedly named him. But Gregory was here, seemingly only remembering the elevator incident. The whole incident with the psyche locks and Dahlia Hawthorne possessing Maya's body....

The whole idea made Miles feel sick to his stomach, but he had to ask.]

Do you......only remember the time we were both in the elevator? Nothing after that?

/sneaks in the latest tag ever

[notadetective]

[Gregory quietly listened to his son story. His tea sat forgotten when Miles went into more detail about his supposed death. His expression went grim as he recalled what he found under his coat only moments ago. As if his left hand knew what he was thinking, it reached up toward where the bullet wound was.

Miles' question brought him back to reality, his hand lowered before it reached his heart.]

I....yes, that was the last thing I remembered before I found myself outside in the rain. [Gregory was still distracted by the details Miles had told him.]

/sneaks in a later one

[frilliance]

I......see.

[So....that incident with Misty Fey.....was it fake? Was that really the case? But that whole incident with Dahlia Hawthorne - he wanted to believe that was fake, but seeing that woman go out of Maya Fey's body...

A baffled yet distant expression appears on Miles' face. He seems to be in another world, Gregory. Snap him out of it?]