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oathshackledbird) wrote in nsamusements2013-06-16 12:02 am
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Call Out Meme: Version 2.0
Since the first one is getting so big, here is a new one! Feel free to continue any thread in the old one, but start all new threads here! Thanks!
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 II
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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regular!Dia
[On one hand, he repulsed her. She wanted to tear his face off, or at least smash his facade of being the perfect knight. He was everything she couldn't be. Everything she couldn't have. And because of that she also craved his presence. Being with him at least lets her pretend she has a friend.]
[The only thing that the two sides of her emotions agreed on was that no matter what SHE WOULD NOT OWE HIM. Not her life, not anything else.]
[And it's because of this that she stares at him after he saved her, not with any sort of gratitude. but with an irritated scowl.]
Ua Duibhne, to what lengths do you have to stick out your neck for chivalry? I was doing fine. Get the fuck out of here before I kill you too!
[Of course, given that she is missing her armor, has blood running down her face and an arm, and is flailing her good arm like a child throwing a tantrum, her threat does not carry the imposing image that she intended for.]
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!
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Even if she can be loud and foul-mouthed at times.
A lot of the time actually...]
Thank you. I appreciated your gratitude for the fact that I just saved your life...
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Gratitude? Why should I show you any gratitude when you just fucked up my battle? And put yourself in danger to boot!
[And then she realized what she has just said.]
...Not that I actually care about your well being. You're just an annoying enemy Servant.
[HMPH.]
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fem!Dia
Hey, is dinner done yet?
[Says the woman with her eyes focused on the TV and not doing anything to help.]
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Better not to tempt fate again.]
It is almost ready. In fact, if you set the table, it will be ready even faster. You know where the dishes are.
[That doesn't mean she has given up on trying to get the other woman to help somehow. It might be an impossible task, but one she is attempting anyway.]
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[She goes over and starts pull out plates and bowls. Diarmuid was neat. Almost unbearably so. Everything had a set place.]
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canon Cu Chulainn; hope this is okay
It all happened so quickly, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it all but rise up in his throat, and it was easier than he thought, to not say the added words and to rush through the rest of the ritual. There was a bright flash of light that filled the circle, and Kariya tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't, so he missed the moment of his Servant's appearance, though he saw him afterward, standing in the midst of the fading glow.
He told Zouken he'd forgotten, that his mind hadn't been able to retain the added information. Zouken thought so little of him, he'd believe that, right? Of course, he had to suffer the usual abuse and offered his stammered apologies, but inwardly he was glad and proud that he'd been able to manage this defiance. At the end, he remained standing (if unsteadily). He was still a Master, with a Servant, so he still had some value to the Matou family.
Now that he was alone with his Servant for the first time, he wasn't sure of what to say, gazing up at the imposing blue-haired man.]
It is just fine! And he thanks you for giving him something to do! :-D
As Cu Chulainn looks around himself, though, his attention is immediately drawn to the old fool who is scolding the man who he can feel is his master. He doesn't speak. He just observes. And remembers.
This place. It smells of evil. Of wrongness. And while the man who is his master carries some of it himself, it isn't hard for the servant to tell that the wrongness is actually centered on the loud-mouthed old man.
Once said old man finally leaves him alone with his new master, Cu Chulainn allows the silence to stand only for a short time before tilting his head and grinning.]
So I'm gonna get to kill that old bat first, right?
Always happy to oblige Cu Chulainn!
Oh, no. That's--my father.
[Kariya admits this fact regretfully.
Father or not, it's not that he wouldn't want to kill Zouken, as he loathes and fears him. Killing him is one of the things he'd most like to do, after what the man has done to Sakura and himself, but he doesn't know how easy it would be to do. What if the attempt failed? What would that mean for him, and, more importantly, for Sakura? Zouken could go back on his word and refuse to release her. Sakura matters most to him now.]
I'd like to, but-- [He breaks off. He says too much, sometimes. He probably shouldn't be admitting to wanting to kill his father. He's sure, however, that even if Zouken were listening, he wouldn't find the information surprising.] He isn't so easy to kill.
[How long has Zouken been alive? Can he be killed? If so, Kariya doesn't know how.]
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do i even need to say it
[Now here they were in mid-autumn, and Waver had fallen asleep the previous night at his desk over a map covered in notes and markings in various locations, surrounded by several books of considerable size opened to pages detailing god only knew what kind of arcane magecraft.]
[What he'd failed to notice that today 'mid-autumn' meant 'October third'. Which in turn meant that Waver Velvet had started his twenty-ninth birthday by sleeping at his desk.]
Cu, right? :-P
...and a rope in his hand. He doesn't know if Waver remembers that little bit from his legend about being able to tie unbreakable knots, but it's time to find out. And to find out just how deeply his friend is sleeping...
Quietly, Diarmuid creeps closer to the sleeping magus. One way or the other he is going to get him to have fun today. If it takes tying him down until he promises to stay away from work, then so be it.]
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Cu~ It's Jex 8D
Sure, she had a few years left before she was unable to have kids but the fact that her parents were getting involved just pushed her over the edge. She sighed. They were of the observation that a woman needed a man to live her life. And they hoped she would stay home after this and be a good housewife. And please.
She turned away five guys that thought that.
She was on her fourth cup of coffee, waiting for the last guy of the day. They said she'd know who he was when he came in. Sighing and checking her phone. She had meetings she postponed today. She was going to be so busy tomorrow after all of this. This last man better be somewhat worth it.
And then she saw him.
Blue hair, hawaiian shirt, oh god this was him wasn't it? This was the man her parents thought would be a good pick for her.]
...Cu?
[Face in her hands but she said it loud enough for him to hear. Oh god what.]
Sadly, I have no icons of him in that shirt or else I would be using them right now...
The blue-haired man settles himself into the chair across from her and grins, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face--her face that is hidden behind her hands.]
Yo! That would be me. But this won't do! I just got here and you're already hiding that pretty face from me. Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite. Not unless you ask...
i am pretty sure i can find you some
LOL! It's less about finding some and more about not having space for them. X.x
ooo. yeah that's a big problem.
Diarmuid's paid account icon space has spoiled me... X.x
See now if you ever apped him, you could totally justified a paid
X.x...
kisses
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Gilgamesh (alternatively anyone YOU think would make a good Master)
Her purpose? To fight in the Holy Grail War.
War was never an option for Zelda in her lifetime, so to be forced to engage in it upon the whim of whoever may be her Master struck her deep emotionally. The Grail, while kind enough to bestow knowledge of the world she may be called upon, did nothing to combat the conflict that swells within her prideful chest. In a bright array of warmth and golden rays of light, she appears forth from the summoning circle with a bow in hand. ]
Are you the one who called me forth? The one whom I am to serve as the Servant Archer?
Gilgamesh is it! (Though that good will be up for debate. I haven't gotten to practice him much...)
Instead, her words are met with coldly amused laughter. Her warmth and light beaten back by a harsher and colder light. The light of her master...the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.
He doesn't bother to move from where he is standing, half-shadowed, a few feet away from the summoning circle. In fact, his eyes aren't even on her. Instead, they follow the small summoning relic he is tossing back and forth between his hands. A relic, he then drops and crushes under his foot.]
I told him it was a toy. And here it has summoned a pretty little toy that thinks it's an Archer.
[He finally turns his blood red eyes on Zelda.]
How amusing...
Aw yes (and besides, these things are to help with voice testing too you know <3)
Pffft... Are you actually suggesting I do something productive with my musebox? :-P
Maybe, just maybe... that's all I ever use mine for these days :P
Gods....I feel like I need to apologize to her for how he's acting... X.x
Well, if you feel all that bad I do have a voice test meme post with her in it for nice guys ;D
At your musebox or elsewhere? I may need to at this rate.. X.x
Either or, I'm super flexible <3 The more threads, the better
Cool! Give me some time to wrap some stuff up & I will get someone nicer over there! :-)
No worries, I'm always slow when it comes to this stuff
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canon Cu Chulainn; this prompt is so silly, I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing
His dead body still needs nourishment, yet no matter how much he eats, he never seems to be satisfied. There is an emptiness inside him that cannot be filled. He could eat plates of mapo tofu without difficulty, and so he does.
No other food brings him any pleasure, and pleasure is something he takes quite seriously. He focuses on it to the exclusion of all else, until something seems to occur to him, and he pauses, his spoon halfway to his mouth.]
Lancer.
[He throws out the name casually.]
It's Kirei and Cu and mapo tofu...is something suppose to be wrong with this? ;-P
[He might be leaning relaxed in the doorway across the room from Kirei, but his expression makes it clear that across the room is still far too close for his liking.]
I don't care if you are eating that shit like it's your mother's milk, I ain't trying it. Just the fact that you like it so much is enough to warn me away. I'm a betting man and I'm betting you kill the cutest kittens and puppies you can find just to squeeze their blood out to make that stuff.
I guess you make a good point.
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Gilgamesh!
[The thin looking albino leans on his cane and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks bored and rather like he doesn't want to be here, but he is]
Y'see, I got a reputation for the being the biggest and baddest, too. Shitty people like you piss me off. I should be able to sniff them out, since I'm just as much of a scumbag as you. I usually don't smash up people unless they get in my face, but I think I'll make an exception for you cause you look like just the kind of fucker that would challenge me.
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How annoying.
Eventually, his blood red eyes shift and Gilgamesh just barely looks at Accelerator out of the corner of said eyes. There is no other movement from the golden man who had been standing quietly looking out over the lake. There is no movement, but suddenly golden light surrounds him and a volley of 10 or so weapons are shot out of the light.
Gilgamesh doesn't look to see if the weapons hit or not. He just doesn't care. Instead, his eyes return to gazing out over the lake.]
It's a shame the insects are so bad here. The view is excellent...
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I assumed a bit to set up the attack. Let me know if it is not okay and I will edit!
if this is not okay let me know
It is just fine!
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Angel!Dia because I can never resist
[He almost dashes down the stairs just to see, but he has to remember that he's sleeping in Misaya's room now, and his sister is still asleep. Therefore, he quietly crawls out of the room and goes down the stairs much slower than he would like. Once he's down the stairs though, he rushes into the kitchen to see what's cooking.]
:-D
It's almost ready. Why don't you get the plates out for me. Is your sister still sleeping?
Re: :-D
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you know the drill/you asked for it
[However, when the Clock Tower's favorite lecturer came home not an hour later, he was to say the least very frustrated and very small.]
Flat Eskardos is a fucking dead man.
[Translation: 'My 'favorite' student had a bit of a magical mishap.']
I regret nothing! :-D
[Diarmuid's voice cuts off when he steps out of the kitchen and sees...a lot less Waver than there should be.]
That is it! I am not leaving you alone there anymore no matter how 'safe' you say it is! What happened this time? You're...tiny...
heheheh
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That is actually a really good icon!
ikr...
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rather than break the page on that log let's break this one 8D
[Then as before, he saw fire burn through the night. And as before, when the dust settled and the smoke cleared Waver Velvet stood alone.]
[So he was lost; what could one half of a whole do but seek the other? And seek it was just what he did. It took years for him to find his 'answer', a conclusion that was reached only after years of loneliness and pain so heavy he often thought he would collapse beneath it. But in the end that answer had been the obvious one.]
[That kind smile and gentle voice was somewhere he would never see or hear it again. So the best he could do was live up to the immeasurable faith that Servant had in him. It would only start with the Clock Tower; breaking and restructuring the hierarchy of magi was no simple matter, but it was little more than practice for what he planned in near-absolute secrecy.]
['I will dismantle the Holy Grail. No one--Servant, Master or civilian--will suffer in a pointless war again.']
[Saving everyone...that was something a knight of the Fianna would be proud of, wasn't it? That was what he would want to do, right? And...more than anything, Waver wanted to do it for his sake. To protect the knight from any more senseless conflicts, to prevent anyone else from seeing all they loved go up in flames he'd endure it. Endure becoming what he hated, learn to play their political games and outmaneuver them without a second thought.]
[If it would save others--both human and Servant--from pain and suffering? If it was to benefit the one who had been unfailingly kind to him? He accepted becoming whatever he had to and facing whatever curses or corruption stood in his way.]
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When he had been six, everything had been perfect. His father was happy because his beloved Caer was back after her year as a swan. His mother was happy because Donn had not visited for a long time, and Diarmuid was happy because he finally was able to start training to be a knight. The only bad thing was that Aengus had said his best friend was too young to train with him...
That hadn't stopped Diarmuid long. He and Roc's son did everything together. They were going to join the Fianna and watch each other's backs. It was only right they trained together. So, every night Diarmuid and his friend would sneak out and train in the practice yard. Once they were done, they would sit together in the yard and talk about what they would do in the future. The great knights they would become. The people they would save...
It was a dream that would never be. A dream that would would come crashing to an end a few months later. An end found at Donn's jealous hands. An end witnessed by one when it had been thought no one had seen.
Diarmuid saw it all. Saw Donn break his best friends neck. Saw him throw the body to the dogs. He had been so shocked, so shattered that he could not speak. In fact, he remembered little of that night after his friend's death. The arguing. The cursing. The geis. All he could see was his friend dying over and over again at the hands of a man who did not deserve the title of 'Knight.'
Did not deserve the title of 'Father.'
And his haze continued. Diarmuid couldn't think, couldn't train, wouldn't eat or sleep. Eventually, Aengus had been left with no choice: He had to removed Diarmuid's memory of the night completely or he would lose his son.
No memory erasure is complete, though. Some things the heart and soul cannot be made to forget and after that, Diarmuid had always been searching. For what he had lost. For what he had forgotten. For a way to make sure no one else ever had to suffer through what he was suffering through.
He had been relieved when Fionn had told him what happened that night and broken the spell Aengus had cast over him so long ago. He had understood when the Grail had thrown his legend at him once he had been resummoned. Details he had never known. Events he had not witnessed. (Though, the information all, frustratingly, stopped at his death and told him nothing of those he would have liked to know about afterward.)
But he had understood. His best friend had been his half-brother. His blood when he had so little of it. And he had been taken from him so quickly. So brutally.
Would he ever find someone to be that close to him again? Oscar had come close, but it had not been the same. They had been friends, but the feeling of having linked souls had not been there. So Diarmuid kept searching...]
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