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Diarmuid Ua Duibhne ([personal profile] oathshackledbird) wrote in [community profile] nsamusements2013-04-24 08:49 pm
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Call Out Meme

Status: It's finally fixed! It's big enough to be closed, though. Ongoing threads have been moved here!

【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 journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x )
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.

shatteredservice: Dia-Red (Red)

ProtoSaber (Any) + The Servant Network Dia (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne)

[personal profile] shatteredservice 2013-04-28 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment he realizes he's been separated from Set, panic stops Dia's heart. He knew this was a bad idea. Even with the geis in place and apparently working, The Beast is still a danger to others. Why had he let Set convince him it would be okay for them to take even this short trip? He knows this trip is suppose to be so they can relax a little for Dia's birthday, but this is anything but relaxing.]


[Dia finally forces himself into motion, slipping through the crowd looking for only one thing...that familiar blue-haired head. He is so focused that he ends up running into a blond man who just happens to step into his path a little too quickly for him to dodge. He begins to to mutter a quick apology without even looking when something in the back of his mind pings a warning.

That warning is: Servant.

Dia stops and looks back at the blond man. What is another servant doing here? Most of them have cleared out because of how heavy the Association's presence is in the area. He curses mentally. As much as he wants to just focus on finding Set, he can't just let this servant walk away. Not when they have been trying so hard to find others like them.

Ah...sorry about that. I just lost track of my partner. Are you all right?

holyswordwielder: (⚔ нιѕ ѕpear waѕ ѕevered)

[personal profile] holyswordwielder 2013-05-05 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Arthur remembers it as not being so terribly long since all the Heroic Spirits like himself were released from the Throne, but it feels much, much longer. Everything about this is wrong— wrong city, wrong year, no master, no purpose... He, like he's heard many have, went into hiding in order to avoid the grasp of the Mage's Association, but even if there was no war in pursuit of the Grail, he still felt his allegiances pulled most strongly in the direction of his last master, Ayaka.

He hasn't been able to track down very much though and the best he has come up with so far is that if she ever even existed in this world, she's been long since dead— a thought that pains him to consider, but consider it he must. It wouldn't do to dwell on a ghost when there are more important matters to face... particularly so because thinking about it too much causes him to lose days at a time.

The city is densely populated. Yes, the Association has a strong foothold here, but it's been Arthur's experience that often, the most obvious place you would find something is the place you look least. So far, he's avoided being detected, but his guard is rarely dropped anyway. Tired and attempting to stave off another serious loss of hope in the search for answers about what's become of his old master, he has his head down when a presence in the throng of people smears a clean, bright streak of white fast across the muddled backdrop of humans and Arthur's green eyes snap up immediately in response. His gaze darts around him quickly in a sort of frenzy, trying to pinpoint the source of the feeling that sharpens with every passing second.

And then he sees him— a taller man with thick dark hair and warm amber eyes. He's shouldering his way through the crowd with obvious purpose and doesn't seem to even realize Arthur is there.

His body goes rigid immediately, instinctively becoming physically defensive, and he tries to move out of the way, but he's jostled directly in the other Servant's path and Arthur winces when he practically slams into him in his hurry.

Seeing realization cross his face causes a cold shiver to trail up his back. It's too late to run now. He knows. He's seen him. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know who he is yet. Arthur can't just let him leave with the knowledge that another Servant is around town. He could tell the Association... and wouldn't they just love to have the King of Knights back under their collective thumb...

I'm fine.

[ He can't help hissing and the combat knife is gripped tightly in his hand before he even thinks about much more. With this number of people around, he could gut him here and no one would be the wiser until he was at least a good few feet away.

But Arthur can't bring himself to do it. It's not right. There's nothing fair or honorable about it and he, a Heroic Spirit in truth, doesn't deserve to be coldly murdered by a man whose name he doesn't know. He doesn't deserve to be struck down without warning or time to defend himself. He doesn't deserve to be left to die surrounded by people who can never understand, let alone appreciate, the kind of soul he is. He would die a nameless human in the street who never belonged here and will never be missed, and it breaks Arthur's heart to think of such a thing befalling one of his kind. He can't do it to him. The knight's frame quivers slightly and he bites down on the inside of his cheek, tasting blood as his grip on the knife grows slick from sweat. His swallows hard, but his throat is dry and his eyes strain to stay on the other Servant's face, shame making it so difficult.
shatteredservice: Dia-Past (Past)

[personal profile] shatteredservice 2013-05-05 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[The hostile reaction catches Dia by surprise, but even so his battle instincts are on full alert before his surprise has passed a result not only of years and years of training, but also the need to have to ready at a literal instant to deal with The Beast. Muscles coil, his focus narrows, but instead of attacking he only slowly raises his arm, hand outstretched in a calming gesture.]

I am no danger to you.

[Dia doesn't know if the other servant will believe him, but the last thing he wants is a fight especially in a crowd of normal people like this. A million things could easily happen that would be considered violations of their contracts and Dia has worked too hard to keep Set and himself free to let something like this ruin that.

Dia eyes the weapon that is barely visible in the man's hand. While such a blade isn't really a danger to a Lancer, let alone one whose class blending allows him access to several Saber skills, it's not the weapon he can see that worries Dia. It's the weapon he can't see. He knows nothing about this servant or what kind of Noble Phantasm he might possess.

Sometimes he's not sure what is more dangerous. Dealing with The Beast's unpredictable savagery or this task he has set himself to of finding and connecting servants who might not want either of those things.
holyswordwielder: (♔ ѕaвer cнarged aт lancer)

[personal profile] holyswordwielder 2013-05-07 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Danger comes in many forms these days. Simply because you have no intention of attacking me now does not mean you will never wound me.

[ Arthur chooses to speak frankly, bluntly, because he has no other options at this point, but to convince the other to say nothing about seeing him out in the open. The other Servant may not know who he is, but the Association very well could with just a brief description. Arthur doesn't entirely understand their power and its limits, but he has so far managed to be right about the few he's suspected. It's kept him off their radar at least. ]
shatteredservice: Dia-Ring To It (Ring to It)

[personal profile] shatteredservice 2013-05-07 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dia sighs, shutting his eyes for a moment and lowering his arm.]

I am no danger to you.

[He repeats his previous statement before opening his eyes again.]

I am no friend of the Association's. In fact, my partner and I very much not on their good side. If you fear me mentioning you to them, please put your fears to rest. I will do no such thing. I may be trying to find others like us, but my purpose is the exact opposite of what it is you fear.

[He chooses his words carefully, both to keep from alarming the other servant, but to also keep those around them from picking up on what they are talking about. While Dia hasn't seen any Association agents or enforcers since he and Set left the house, that doesn't mean they aren't nearby.]
holyswordwielder: (♔ noтнιng вυт daмnaтιon)

[personal profile] holyswordwielder 2013-07-18 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That isn't as comforting or reassuring to Arthur as the other Servant probably hoped it would be, but it at least stills his instincts to lash out for a while. ]

shatteredservice: Dia-Red (Red)

[personal profile] shatteredservice 2013-07-19 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)

[The servant's response throws Dia for a moment. Had he not made himself clear? But then he realizes, no he's not making himself clear because he is worried about who might hear. He sighs again, speaking in a softer voice, but with much clearer words.]

I wish to gather servants together so we can help protect each other from the Association's games. They play on our distrust of each other knowing they can pick off certain individuals or classes because others will be less likely to notice or care. If we let them continue, soon we will all be in their hands and on their experimentation tables.