nsamusements | Call Out Meme: Version 2.0

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.

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...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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

If it could poison anyone, I'd be dead already.

So are you going to admit defeat and untie me, or do we have to drag this out?

I fail to see how bringing out your mercury ballerina equates to me being defeated.

[Diarmuid stands from his crouch, looking a little less ready to move, but in no way actually being less ready to move.]

She and I could dance around each other all day and you would still be tied to that chair.

...A thought occurs to me at the moment, Diarmuid. You recall how back in your version of the war, Rider was apparently my Servant?

[where the hell did this come from and where is he going with it.]

[Diarmuid gives Waver a suspicious look.]

Yes?

[What are you up to Waver?]

It's funny, but I'm remembering an old story I read some time ago regarding him. See, Iskander's legends involved an unbreakable knot in one instance too--Scalp.

[The maid's arm turned into a whip with a razor sharp edge on command, cutting the rope Diarmuid had used with perfect accuracy. He crossed his arms once that was done, looking as smug as he probably ever had.]

--and his solution was pretty simple. I'm sorry, but even a knot perfectly tied with ordinary rope is still...well, ordinary. You almost had me for a few minutes, though. Good work.

[In other words....]

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[Diarmuid doesn't answer. Instead, his face saddens suddenly, his eyes filling with sorrow. He sighs--a heart rending and empty sound--and then suddenly his spear appears in his hand.]

Ah well...failed again. I shouldn't be surprised. Since when do I do anything right?

[He spins the spear the best he can in this small space and turns the point toward himself.]

Let me rid you of my presence. It seems I have been out done by a mercury school girl. I cannot take the dishonor...

OH MY GOD DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE--

[Volumen Hydragyrum responded immediately--most likely out of some level of her owner's willpower rather than a verbal command--and shifted into a number of tendrils to wrap around his Noble Phantasm and pull it sharply backwards in the opposite direction.]

[There is no resistant to the tug on the spear. In fact, the tendrils have barely touched it when it vanishes as if it had never been there. It's owner turns a look that is part frightened and part guilty on Waver.

Apparently calling his Mystic Code something so silly as a 'mercury school girl' had not been enough to clue Waver in that Diarmuid was only joking.]

I...must be a better actor than I thought. I'm sorry. That was too far...

Don't--don't...

[Every bit of color had drained from Waver's face and he'd shot out of the chair so quickly that it was lying on the floor behind him. One hand was unconsciously clutching at his chest to calm the magus' pounding heart as he tried to catch his breath and stop the nervous shaking that had set in.]

[Of course it had been a joke. Logic told him that much, but logic had been just a little too slow to kick in at the sight.]

Christ, don't joke about that. You scared me half to death.

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[Diarmuid crosses to where Waver's standing and puts his arms around the man, hands coming to rest over Waver's own. His head then drops against the magus' shoulder.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I...just wasn't thinking straight. I got caught up in everything and... You know I won't ever leave you voluntarily. I swore that to you. I promised it to you. I didn't mean to...

[His voice drops off as he realizes he's babbling. Instead, he just holds Waver and hopes it will be enough.]

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Gotta wonder with all the people he tied & left to die, why did no one think of cutting the rope?

logic's hard when the whole country's drunk?

I'd buy that....

:|

You have no idea how bad the muse and I feel about doing that to Waver...