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nsamusements2013-10-30 02:55 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote in nsamusements2013-10-30 02:55 pm
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Call Out Meme: Version 4.0
Have a new "Call Me Out" to break in since the old one is starting to get big again!
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 IV
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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Animus Diarmuid pls!
He looked around, wondering why he was here, he was unarmed and despite the peace that worried him.
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But...this place seems far too peaceful and quiet to be a trick of theirs. What is going on?
Diarmuid walks quietly for several minutes before spotting Suzaku's familiar form. When he sees his friend, he can't help but smile. Surely, together they will be able to figure out what is going on and get back to the Tower...
"Suzaku, it's good to see you. Any ideas as to what they are up to this time?"
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I made the mistake of reading the thread below ;;
Oh um, yeah, don't read the thread below unless you want FEELS....
Thanks for that warning :P
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normal derry because i'm a terrible fucking person
[He didn't have a choice. Everything indicated the war was preparing to start now, ten years after the disaster in this same city. And if he wanted to slam the metaphorical brakes on it, Waver had to participate. Already he'd arranged to work with Tohsaka, though he suspected they'd be keeping their distance from one another more often than not. She was...difficult, to say the least.]
[The whole situation left a terrible taste in Waver's mouth. If he was to participate in the war again, he'd need to summon a Servant. There was only one heroic spirit Waver would trust to watch his back and only one catalyst he could use on short notice. So of course, he had no choice at all.]
[But it was going to hurt. It was going to ache horribly to know that ten years later, his only friend would look at him and know absolutely nothing that had transpired here a decade ago. The name 'Waver Velvet' would mean nothing, and all he'd done in that time would hold no true significance.]
[...Drawing the magic circle in the same place as before had left him with an upsetting amount of time to reflect upon the situation and how much he was going to hate it. Scowling throughout the preparations, Waver had taken off his pendant and set it on the other side of the circle. Concentration was required for this ritual; if he made a mistake, Waver would hate himself more than he already was. So he went through the incantation in a steady voice, blocking out every distraction.]
I make my oath here. [Forget everything. Erase how hard his own heart was pounding in his chest, discard all thoughts of how painful this was going to be, and above all else focus only on what needed to be done.]
I am that person who is to become the virtue of all Heaven. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
[Someone had to destroy it. And it had to be him--no one else but Waver and Tohsaka would care enough to try.]
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come past thy restraining rings and be thou the hands that protect the balance--
[The circle he'd drawn in blood flared up with crackling magical energy, kicking up dust now as it had done before. And as he raised an arm to shield against the light and wind, Waver ground his teeth together and braced for the only logical thing that could follow.]
I think that was suppose to read "a terribly awesome fucking person" so I fixed it for you. :-D
[The words leave Diarmuid's mouth automatically. They are what is suppose to be said to finish the contract. To bind him to this new battle. This new Lord. This new chance to do things right.
Unlike with Fionn, he will stay by this Lord's side until the end.
Diarmuid arrives kneeling and remains there, head bowed, awaiting acknowledgment. He will not act until his Master wishes him to, though his eyes open slightly and watch as the smoke and dust from the summoning swirls around him. Diarmuid cannot see who his Master is from this position, but it doesn't matter. His Lord is his Lord and his will is to be carried out.
Where that will leads them matters not as long as Diarmuid is allow to remain at his Lord's side until the battle is won this time.]
hehehehe
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some people have self-control. other people are me.
[Like when Waver awoke with a slight start in the middle of the night, for what must have been the second or third time that week. Another damned nightmare--the kind that left no real memory or imprint past a lingering sense of fear and unease.]
[Calm down, idiot. You're in London, the other idiot's right here, and everything's about as quiet as it's going to get. Scowling and taking shaky breaths to get his pounding heart back to a normal pace, Waver shifted a little closer to Diarmuid's side before speaking.]
...You don't need to act like you're still asleep just to make me feel better. I know that would've woken you up.
Who would not want Waver being cute in their inbox? :-D
Try to hide it as he may, Diarmuid is well aware of the more negative things they both brought aware of the Tower. He has his own share of issues, after all.
One of Diarmuid's arms snakes out to wrap itself around Waver's waist, pulling the other man closer to him. Only once that is done, does he peek an eye open.]
Do you want to talk about it, or would you rather I just cuddle you until you fall asleep again?
>:3
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rekindle-ish Dia, adult mode?
[Over the last "year," they had both grown back in their home worlds. Cu Chulainn was thirteen years old now. Almost old enough to count as a man. He was more than a head taller than even Diarmuid would have been before. He had finally taken arms, and along with those weapons, a prophecy that said his life would be short but glorious. He fought better. He knew more about the world. His temper was more mellow. And he was just a little awkward around the girls.]
[However, Diarmuid had grown even faster. Cu Chulainn was a boy still, but Diarmuid was definitely a man. Gone was the little boy just a little older than Cu Chulainn. Instead, he was replaced by a tall, strong knight with a handsome face and very sad eyes. He was stronger and smarter and even more responsible than Cu Chulainn. And for some reason, he never wanted to talk about the girls.]
[They didn't get up together or go to sleep together anymore. Diarmuid stayed up late to wash the dishes and clean up the house. He got up early to cook Cu Chulainn breakfast. He set more rules and gave Cu Chulainn more lectures than he ever did as a child. Sometimes it got so frustrating that Cu Chulainn found himself wishing he didn't have a big brother. But he knows Diarmuid loves him. So at other times, Cu Chulainn wants to impress his brother more than ever. He wants to do things for Diarmuid like Diarmuid does for him.]
[So last night, Cu Chulainn only pretended to go to sleep. As soon as Diarmuid asleep, he woke up and ran out to the living room.]
[First he mopped the kitchen floor. Then he cleaned all the cupboards and counters and walls all over again. Then he organized the bookshelf and the CDs. He got the puppies their food and water for the morning. Then, as the sky became lighter, he started making breakfast.]
[He had seen the middle and tail end of the process so many times. Diarmuid made pancakes and eggs and sausages. Now, he had found all three recipes (it wasn't hard because Diarmuid had bookmarks in the cookbook) and three pots sizzling on the fire. The recipes had been dragged out onto the counter. He did his best to mix them for the pancake first, even if flour went everywhere and some eggshells got mixed in and he had no idea how to tell baking soda apart from baking powder. Then he did the sausage, which refused to go into the right shape, and finally he flattened them all in a fit of rage, turning them into sausage patties.]
[With everything mixed, he started throwing them on the fire. Sausage was easy enough, given that they were already one by one. The pancake batter, though, flowed and easily filled the whole pan. He can only stared stupidly at the now over-large pancake. Meanwhile, he's just thrown the eggs, shell and all, into the third pan.]
[The clamor he makes just might wake Diarmuid...]
This is just too cute. Also, using myth mode Diarmuid account...
However, it's only a matter of time before Cu Chulainn makes a noise loud enough to wake his brother, and when he does the sound causes Diarmuid to sit bold upright in bed, Beagalltach already in hand, since, as the smallest weapon in his collection, it is the easiest to leave near his bed when he goes to sleep.
Silently, Diarmuid crawls from his bed, determined to catch whoever is in their apartment by surprise before they have a chance to wake his brother. He doesn't stop to grab his other weapons from the dresser, nor does he stop to gather his shirt off the chair near the bed. Instead, he is focused on listening to the sounds coming from...the kitchen?
As soon as he opens the door the smell of cooking food hits him causing confusion to cross his face. Why would an intruder be cooking when that would be a sure way to wake them up? Diarmuid continues to the kitchen bare feet making no sound as they cross the hall. Of course, when he sees what is going on in the kitchen and who is responsible, his silent stalking comes to an end.
At first, part of him is upset at the mess, but then he remembers his own first failed attempts at cooking and he can only smile after that.]
Need a hand there, Little Knight?
daaw little knight bros
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big! Dia
Is there anything wrong, Lancer?
[For some reason, her voice lacks the aggressive, arrogant edge it usually has. Instead, it sounds very calm. Gentle, even.]
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Saber?
[His voice is full of confusion. After a moment, he mutters under his breath.]
Have I gone mad?
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SO CU for this one.
Motochika sat at the bar in the club, undercover as always. She was dressed like a normal person. And she was always looking for another person to add into her legion. Someone who... well... could be very easily convinced. Licking her lips and watching; waiting to see if someone would come sit next to her. All charming and feminine for this kind of club, she'd catch someone's attention.]
Thank you! And the usual Warning for SMUT goes here. :-D
It's not like there aren't options. People who know what they are doing. People who don't. People who are all that and people who only think they are all that.
And none of them interest him tonight.
He makes his way over to the bar, not really even noticing the woman sitting at it right away. Only once his drink is ordered and received--it's not his first by any stretch of the imagination--does he finally look at Motochika and raise his glass her way.]
Here's hopin' you're having better luck findin' a friend tonight than I am, Lass.
[And down goes most of that drink. One has to wonder if he even tasted it.]
OFC :> Lots of warning
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Animus Diarmuid
Shirou has no idea where he is, whether the letters can be believed, or anything going on, and looks about as confused as he is. Maybe more so. Shirou always looks a little confused.
Taking a random guess, he speaks up to some guy giving off enough magic to be a Servant (though that would be weird since the Grail was destroyed).] Um, hey, I just got here and I'm kind of confused. Could you help me out a little?
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I would be glad to assist you with whatever you need. Unfortunately, though, one thing I cannot do is help you eat that oatmeal. We all must suffer through it alone that first time.
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Animus Diarmuid
...is that person bashing monsters with a harp?
The answer is yes.]
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That poor harp.
Diarmuid moves in and quickly helps to clear the area, however temporarily, of monsters before turning to the...girl? He means to ask if she is okay, but before he can another question pops out of his mouth instead.]
What did that harp ever do to you?
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Aengus because why the heck not
He isn't doing much demon-like. Just sitting on the meadow's grass and admiring the butterflies, sunshine, and sparkles that come with Aengus's presence.
Or the meadow floor always has those really. But Aengus being around doesn't hurt.]
I apologize if I this ends up being really bad... X.x
For a moment, his ever present smile fades. Could it be his world is really gone? The beautiful land. The spirits who brought it to life. All of his fellows? Why had he alone been spared?
He raises a hand and one of the butterflies alights upon it gracefully, its dance in the air stilled for a moment. After gazing at the insect for several seconds, Aengus finally speaks.]
All can be done though Love. The reason lies there.
[Had the light not begun to return to his son's far too tired face not long after they had met?
A gentle motion returns the butterfly to the air and Aengus turns to face Zett, his robes rustling softly as he moves, the sound sounding much like the fluttering of wings.]
Blessings be to you, Young One. Is there some way I might be of service?
nooo don't apologize
You might regret saying that...
nah
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oops.
[Perhaps, Waver thought as he flipped through a book in the library without really focusing on it, he felt somewhat out of place. It seemed wrong for him to intrude where Diarmuid and his father were so close...could it be that this sensation was one of simply not feeling he belonged in a content family? Or could it have been something even more absurd and nonsensical--was he actually jealous of that happy little family picture?]
[Whatever the reason, the bottom line was that Waver was uncomfortable. Whenever Aengus was with Diarmuid--which seemed to be often--the magus either kept silent or kept his distance.]
[Something would just have to be done about that.]
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And that is what confuses Aengus. The few times he has seen the two together, it has been obvious the emotion is shared, so why the distance now that he has arrived? Should Waver not be there supporting Diarmuid with him, since it is obvious that his son greatly needs that support right now? It pains him to see the weariness and the loss in his son's eyes and the only things that seem to lift that look are his own presence and Waver's.
Aengus silently follows the butterfly that he had sent out hunting for Waver into the library, not even the usual fluttering of his robes to give away his presence. He's not trying to be secretive. It is just something that happens when he has a lot on his mind. When his eyes find Waver, he smiles, though one watching closely might notice the smile is not quite so bright as usual.]
Ah! There is my Little Falconer. You do know well how to hide yourself, don't you? Why are you here among the books when you could be out training with your partner?
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Roc's son
[He draws the circle on the floor of his room. The blood has been collected from the trash cans of local diners (okay, so it's more like a mixture of blood and grease). Once the circle is drawn, he sets the catalyst beside the circle.]
[It's part of a boar's pelt. The back and scalp, to be specific. Despite being part of an animal, it has a metallic sheen. It cannot be anything but the pelt of some legendary creature.]
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Or it can be a special video game-related bathroom rug, but shh don't tell Flatt][He repeats the chant, which he had memorized while collecting up the blood. As he finishes it, he feels a burning sensation greater than any other on his left hand. His vision conks out as the Servant appears in a burst of prana.]
[It takes a while for him to see again, but what he sees does not disappoint.]
[The strong, majestic form of the Servant stands within the summoning circle, smoke billowing around it and clearing. It exudes an aura of power...and also a strange madness that would make almost anyone feel uneasy.]
[Anyone except Flatt Eskardos.]
Cooool!
[He exclaims, positively pouncing up and down despite feeling like he had just run ten laps around the entire campus of the Clock Tower.]
Are you my Servant? You have to be my Servant, right? I summoned you!
[He circles around the Servant, examining it closely. As he gets to its face, he notices something very familiar.]
...Or no. Wait. Aren't you Professor Velvet's Bodyguard?
[Suddenly, all of Flatt's energy seems to disappear, and he shrinks away.]
Um...uh...nothing to see here...? I'm gonna clean my own mess, so don't tell him...
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However, the boar had remained in the circle for only a moment before his body twisted and changed into the familiar form it holds now. Of course, if Flatt had taken the time to look closer, he still might have realized the Servant who stands before him is not who it seems despite having missed the shift from before. His hair is a touch too light and his eyes are a touch too dark, more brown than gold. In addition, while Diarmuid Ua Duibhne might have been known for many things, he never had been known for having claws...
...or slitted eyes for that matter.
Light brown eyes blink at Flatt as he circles him. There is a strange distance in them as well as confusion.]
Who is Professor Velvet?
[The emotions in the servant's eyes are also present in his voice, though they are hidden somewhat by the strange musical tone that underlies his words.]
What is 'cool'?
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feel free to jump to when Flatt is waking up
Engaging thrusters to jump to when Flatt wakes up! And...go!
wrong account how embarrassing
*pats* It happens.
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Tower Diarmuid because this is stupid
I doubt that my world's actually been destroyed - certainly not all of them - and I doubt even more that this will last longer than a week. The community enjoys indulging itself in our despair occasionally, but it never persists.
Which ducks have been brought here? Diarmuid, especially, I'd like to know if you're here, but anyone I know I'd like to keep track of.
Not stupid!
[Diarmuid gives the boy on the screen a gentle look. He hasn't missed the mention of his name, but since he doesn't recognize the boy, it is obvious the Diarmuid he is looking for is not him.]
You are newly arrived, aren't you?
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oops i tripped about a week late
[The downside of being an aristocrat was, to Waver, being an aristocrat. As such, functions like this were nearly unavoidable--a grand and formal party on New Year's Eve in a ballroom at the Clock Tower. Waver had at least made an attempt to dress for the occasion, in a black and white suit with a forest green waistcoat and a ponytail tied a little more neatly than the usual fare.]
And I could do without half the female population of the Association staring at me. [Finishing off what was probably his third or fourth glass of champagne, the magus impatiently tapped the fingers of one white-gloved hand on the table (gloves being kind of a necessity to hide Command Spells at this point.)] Thanks for being a good sport about it at least, Diarmuid. I don't know how long Ismene expects me to be here without going goddamned stir crazy.
Good things come to those who wait... :-D
[Diarmuid smiles at Waver, though there is a nervousness to that smile that is backed up by how he keeps pulling on the sleeve of his suit jacket. The suit is much like Waver's except his vest is black like the rest of his suit and his shirt green.]
The boredom must really be getting you, though, if you think that half of the Association is watching you. I think that is impossible since I'm pretty sure 3/4ths of them are watching me.
[His voice gets very soft.]
And I am pretty sure at least 1/4th of the men are watching me. I'm not sure what to make of this...
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VH-tan! :-D
i had to :B
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animus cause this needed to be canon somewhere/i'm not making another post
[...Was his hair somehow in better condition than usual?]
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Something...different.
Slowly, Diarmuid stands and walks over to his friend. He means to ask what is going on, but instead finds himself winding his fingers into Waver's hair.]
It's so soft...
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