call me out v. 14.0

[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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[duranduel]

[A wooden sword, of course, may not be the best defense. A claw lances across his face and it sends him falling back, wincing from how much it hurts.]

[Ah, but he can't falter here-!]

Alright-! One Noble Phantasm comin' right up-!

[He takes a flying leap into the air - Brigliadoro, his steed, comes racing out from the jungle at his call. This is it-!]

...There’s no sword in my hand. Even so there’s a sword. The sword of glory. [He jumps on Brigliadoro's back, raising his sword, glowing and burning like a fire.] Unbroken and unmatched. Even if it’s only this one time!

[He ignores the pain, swinging the sword down with all the strength he can muster. It has to hit, it has to-!!!]

Serment de Durandal-!!!

[The sword cracks completely into two from the blow. The durability of wood can only be so much.]

[gemuinemanagement]

[The sword connects. There is a horrible, ghastly noise, and then...

At the same time as the Kotori Obake dissipates into so much mist, Suga's knees hit the ground. They really aren't kidding when they say Noble Phantasms take a lot out of you, huh...]

[duranduel]

[It's done.]

[But oh, he can definitely feel how much that's taken out of his Master. He guides Brigliadoro back, leaping off onto the ground so he can rush over.]

Hey! H-Hey. [Without even a thought, he's bending down to grasp his shoulders.] Mas...I mean. Suga. You okay...?

[gemuinemanagement]

[Suga nods, signing sluggishly.]

Just exhausted. Sorry.

[duranduel]

D-Do you want me to carry you back? I probably took a lot out of ya. I'm sorry...

1/2

[gemuinemanagement]

You defeated her. I can't thank you enough, you have nothing to be sorry for.

[gemuinemanagement]

...but I could probably use the help.

[duranduel]

[He blushes faintly at the praise, but now he has something to focus on, here.]

[Nodding, he'll just, with no warning, move to scoop him up into his arms.]

Let's go back.

[He would use his horse, but Brigliadoro never stays summoned for very long.]

[gemuinemanagement]

[aaaaaaaaaaaa

Suga hides his bright red face in Mandricardo's shoulder. Th-this is really... a compromising position, huh...]

[duranduel]

...

[Oh, he's hiding his face.]

You okay, there?

[gemuinemanagement]

[Nods.]

Just a little embarrassed.

[duranduel]

E-Embarrassed? Ah, am I holdin' you wrong?

[Now he's a bit red!!]

[gemuinemanagement]

Not wrong, but... this is kind of romantic, isn't it...?

[duranduel]

[OH, THAT'S A BLUE SCREEN.]

[He's sputtering.]

I-I didn't realize! I can put you down now! Put you over my shoulder....ah, no, that's like treatin' you like a bag of potatoes....ah.....ah, I'm real sorry!!

[gemuinemanagement]

[Hiding! His! Face!]

It's okay, don't worry about it, it's just efficient to do it this way?

[duranduel]

[Now he's really messed it up. This is way too forward of a gesture. Suga is definitely going to send him back to the Throne of Heroes. He's done. It's over.]

I guess...

[He's preparing his farewell speech in his head RIGHT NOW.]

[gemuinemanagement]

Let's go home.

[Even if he was going to dismiss Mandricardo, which he's not, he wouldn't do it before he got safely back to the museum?]

[duranduel]

Yeah...home so you can rest.

[Just princess carrying him home....getting ready to be sent back...]

[He uses his foot to prod open the door before taking him inside.]

Where's your, um. Bed?

[gemuinemanagement]

[Suga points to the right. In a side room off of the museum's office, he has a small, modestly furnished bedroom with a neatly made bed.]

Thank you. Is it alright if I take a nap?

[duranduel]

[Wow, a nap before his banishment. Totally valid. He moves to set him gently onto the bed, drawing back.]

That's fine. Need anythin'? Water?

[gemuinemanagement]

Not really. Make yourself at home.

[What's his is yours, etc.]

[duranduel]

O...kay.

[What....does he do.]

How long do you wanna nap?

[gemuinemanagement]

Just an hour. Wake me after so I can thank you properly.

[duranduel]

An hour it is. I might go into spirit form...

[He's still hurting from the blow to his face, but its fine. He'll shrug it off.]

If anything happens, holler, okay?

[gemuinemanagement]

Okay. Goodnight.

[Time to rest up for both of them.]