nsamusements | Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

[For once, the fact that Waver is a workaholic is working in Diarmuid's favor. He had expected to have to fight with the man to get him to stay home and relax a little. Instead of having to do that, though, he is standing in the doorway with a smile on his face...

...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.]

[Luckily for Diarmuid, Waver's ridiculous levels of paranoia didn't really seem to apply as long as the knight was in the apartment with him. As a result, he slept pretty soundly even in a ridiculous place like that.]

[Go ahead and screw with him, Derry.]

[Diarmuid is only slightly surprised that Waver doesn't stir as he approaches him. He knows the other man works himself too hard, but on top of that, he also knows that his friend trusts him completely.

Waver might want to rethink his trust once this is over.

While his presence might not have woke Waver up so far, Diarmuid worries that movement and touch will probably be different so he actually begins moving at his full speed to finish his task as soon as possible. That means, only seconds later he has Waver's arms tied down to the arms of the chair. He then risks carefully leaning the sleeping magus back into the chair so that he can drop a loop or two of rope around his torso too.

Once done, he steps back away from Waver and to the front of the desk. He shakes his head, watching the other man still sleep before suddenly and very loudly beginning to sing Happy Birthday.

Off key and as harshly as he can.]

[Blink blink.]

Diarmuid, what the hell--

[processing...]

Diarmuid, what the hell?!

[Diarmuid carefully leans back against the bookshelf behind him and crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.]

It's your birthday, so I am singing you 'Happy Birthday.' Is 29 when people start becoming senile now?

Have you completely lost your mind?! Why am I tied to a chair?!

[Diarmuid shrugs. still grinning.]

Why not? I hear all the cool young magi are doing it. You don't want to be a teacher who is behind the times now, do you?

Look, if you were that insistent on this I could think of far better applications of--never mind I didn't say that, now untie me!

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at that and pushes off the bookshelf walking back over to the desk and sitting on its edge.]

Oh really? And you haven't shared this before now? That's terrible of you. You do remember this part of my legend right? I'm the only one who can undo those knots, so....

Why don't we have a little multiple choice test? If you pass, I'll let you go. If you don't...

[He leans forward and leers at Waver.]

I'll just have to experiment a little more and see exactly what you meant by that statement...

I-I'm very aware of that, thank you.

[Waver was fidgeting in a vain attempt to escape anyway, looking about as cornered as he felt.]

I don't r-really have a choice, so fine.

Oh come, there is always a choice.

[Diarmuid reaches out and swats at Waver's arm to still his fidgeting.]

And knock that off. You know it's useless. Now here is your first question:

What is today?

a.) Tuesday.
b.) November something or the other.
c.) the day before I have a presentation due.
d.) someone's birthday.

Edited 2013-06-19 02:30 (UTC)

...judging by your earlier insane remarks, I'm willing to bet it's someone's birthday.

[Diarmuid laughs.]

Correct! Though, as you say, that was an easy one. Here is the next. It's not too hard either. We know my birthday is in April and it's most definitely not April, so whose birthday is it?

a.) Ismene's
b.) The Mercury Maid's
c.) Yours
d.) My brother's

You don't need to insult my intelligence, I get the point. It would have to be mine.

[Diarmuid reaches out and taps him on the nose.]

I am not insulting your intelligence. I am making sure my point in clear. Here is the third question and it is much harder than the first two. What are you going to do today?

a.) relax at home and let yourself be babied.
b.) finish a project and then start another one.
c.) go into the Clock Tower and grade papers.
d.) smack a certain Lancer for tying you to your office chair and asking you stupid questions.

...Diarmuid, I have incredibly important plans to work on before these next couple months are over. While I appreciate your efforts--I really do--please untie me so I can make some measure of progress.

[Diarmuid props his elbow on his knee and rests his chin in his hand. He looks Waver in the eyes and gives him a very simple answer.]

No.

[eep.]

Wh-why not?

[Diarmuid simply shrugs with his free hand.]

The deal was if you answered the questions correctly, I would let you go. You didn't answer that last question correctly, so I'm not letting you go. Pretty simple really.

You realize I could get out of this if I tried hard enough.

[How? He had no idea, but Waver was definitely plotting as fast as his clever little mind could work.]

[Diarmuid's lips twist into a smirk.]

I have heard that before. By all means, try. I have no other plans for today.

[To be honest, he had hoped he would be able to be helping Waver relax, but if the man was going to be stubborn, Diarmuid was going to be stubborn right back.]

[Waver gave him the world's most defiant look (which looked suspiciously like the hybrid of a frown and a pout) before returning to his insistent fidgeting.]

[Which soon seemed to backfire; his escape attempt's only result was that he'd overbalanced the chair and fallen over.]

...ow. I think I broke something.

Edited 2013-06-19 04:52 (UTC)

[Diarmuid's eyes widen in concern and in a moment he has jumped off the desk and carefully righted the chair. He the kneels in front of Waver, looking him over for obvious injuries.]

What hurts?

[Though he didn't answer at first, for a moment Waver's shoulders were shaking--wait, was he laughing?]

['I think I broke something' had been a very truthful statement. But what Waver had purposely failed to specify was what he'd broken. In fact, the vial he kept in the pocket of his jacket had fractured on impact--an impact which Diarmuid might have realized Waver intended from the moment he'd started his escape attempt.]

[If his clever knight hadn't pieced together just what the lecturer's plan entailed, the devilish grin on his face that just screamed 'gotcha' would have been a dead giveaway to Something Not Right.]

Fervor mei sanguis.

[The mercury shot out of his coat pocket and immediately took the form of the usual maid, who proceeded to make her best attempt at getting Diarmuid in a headlock.]

[You wanna fight dirty, we'll fight dirty.]

Edited 2013-06-19 05:17 (UTC)

[Her best attempt might have been more successful if Diarmuid had not be a Lancer and so inhumanly fast. As it was, he manages--though barely--to dodge out of the way of the grab and around to the other side of the desk where he gives Waver and the maid a wary look. He's crouched, ready to move again at the slightest hint that Waver is going to send her after him. The office isn't going to be the best place for a fight if Waver presses his attack, but...if he does his office and research materials probably will not be in the best shape once things are done.]

This is how you thank me for helping you? Mercury poisoning?

[Though spending the day cleaning up the office probably will be more relaxing than whatever else Waver has planned for the day.]

Cu, right? :-P

totally

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