call me out v. 13.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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cherryblood - I said I would tag and by god I intend to

[isafraid]

[Time passes, obviously. People change. Some less than others.

If you asked Speedwagon, he'd say for certain that Cherryblood was aging with all the grace that some former thug like Robert never had. Sure, maybe he was a little more esteemed, strolling around the Speedwagon Foundation in his pressed suit and hat. Sure, he'd trimmed his wild hair back and let the gray streaks overtake it. But he was still the same former thief at the bottom of it all.

And he smiles just as wide when he spots his favorite visitor.]

Aha! There he is. Wonderful for you to stop by, old chap.

[cherryblooded]

[If you ask Cherryblod, shrimp don't age the same way humans do, so it's hardly a good comparison. Speedwagon looks distinguished, and being a respected man at the heart of a charitable institution is exactly what such a kind man deserves.]

Lovely to see you as always. Been well, I hope?

[isafraid]

[In many ways, he's aged spectacularly, considering the fact that his life started out in the scummy veins of Ogre Street. Look at him now - Top of the world! Or at least, humbly next to it.]

As well as one can be. And I hope you've been the same.

[He clasps a hand on Cherryblood's shoulder, a kind gesture of his cane,]

Walk with me, won't you?

[It feels like the foundation is getting a little bigger every day. So many new additions and sections.]

[cherryblooded]

Always, my friend.

[He slips an arm companionably around Speedwagon's side as he falls in step with him.]

All doing well at home. Sigrun received a promotion recently, did she tell you?

[isafraid]

[Speedwagon happily accepts the casualness. Cherryblood was a special sort. A good soul. Not many in the foundation knew him personally, but some knew of him, that he was a good fried to their founder.]

Did she? Well, that's hardly surprising. Sigrun was always the go-getter of our little group. I'll make a note to congratulate her.

[Down they go, through the halls, towards Speedwagon's main office. It's the center of the whole operation, and a place Cherryblood's been in several times already. Two slightly faded couches sit opposite one another in the center, flanked by small end tables, and a large oak desk stacked with papers Robert really should be sorting through right now.]

Joseph's doing quite well himself. I see more than a bit of his father's spark in his eyes with every passing day.

[cherryblooded]

[It's hard not to have at least heard of the man with the shrimp tail who hangs out with the founder sometimes.]

No greater joy than watching children grow. A bit envious, myself, that humans see it happen so quickly.

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[isafraid]

[It's fine. The newbies get filled in pretty quickly. Shrimp people are just a thing in Jojo world now.]

Yes... We age quite a bit quicker than your lot, don't we. [He smiles in a melancholic way, running a hand back through his short, graying hair.] Feels like it could've been yesterday when we first met, eh?