Call Out Meme: Version 4.0

[oathshackledbird]

Edit:  As with the others, this one is starting to get big so I am closing it to new threads now.  Please post all new threads here!  As always feel free to continue any threads that are still on going.
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.

♛ 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.

Comments

[oathbrokentusk]

Why doesn't he have many friends? Is he a bad man? Does he make my brother stay with him?

[Welcome to Twenty Questions: Servant Version.]

He better not hurt my brother...

[fucknoflat]

Nah, he's not bad. He's just really grouchy and really busy. I dunno if he makes Diarmuid stay with him. Diarmuid just stays with him a lot. But then again, he doesn't even let me stay with him all the time.

[oathbrokentusk]

My brother...is very loyal to those he cares about...

[Did that mean his brother stayed with this man out of love? Of course, his brother was always kind to people. Even those who didn't deserve it. Yet...if this man let no other stay with him all the time, did that mean he actually valued his brother's loyalty?]

We will meet them. And I will judge if he is worthy of my brother. If not...

[Well, if not, things will probably get very messy, very quickly. After all, he is a Berserker...]

[fucknoflat]

Ah...don't kill him, please. He's my only teacher and I dunno if I can find another one.

[oathbrokentusk]

[Berserker peers at Flatt out of the corners of his eyes.]

How else will we free my brother if he is holding him unjustly?

[fucknoflat]

We could play poker. Like, I get his Servant if he loses the game?

[oathbrokentusk]

Would your teacher really risk my brother on a game?

[There is disbelief in his voice.]

My brother is not some trinket to be wagered! He is a hero!

[fucknoflat]

Yeah, I know. But look at it this way. If Professor Velvet values him more than that, you wouldn't have to beat anyone up, right?

[oathbrokentusk]

Perhaps...

[Berserker seems reluctant to agree that anyone might value his brother as much as he does, but he will not rule it out since it would make his brother happy to be loved so.]

I will have to speak with both him and my brother before I make my decision.

[fucknoflat]

Then...I guess we should start out now.

[He holds a hand out to Berserker.]

Come on. I'll hold on to you so you won't get lost.

[oathbrokentusk]

[Bersreker gives Flatt's hand a curious look. For a moment, a memory flashes into his mind--his brother, reaching out to him in a similar way, like no one else ever did.

A slight smile crosses his face and he takes Flatt's hand, careful not to hurt him with his claws.]

Yes, lets go...

time skip?

[fucknoflat]

[Holding Berserker's hand, Flatt steps out of his room, pulling Berserker along the halls and stairs of the dorm, as well as finally out into the foggy London air.]

Time Skip Away!

[oathbrokentusk]

[It's been a couple of days now since Berserker was reunited with his brother. He is still unsure if his Master's teacher is good enough for Diarmuid, but Diarmuid had requested Berserker give Waver time, and he isn't about to question a request from his brother.

At the moment, he's waiting for Flatt to get back from class so they can go and do something. He's not sure what, but his brother had said they should go out and do things. Berserker wanted to go out with Diarmuid and see these things, but he also understands that his brother has responsibilities he must attend to.

It's how it always was back home and still Diarmuid had always found time for him. He knows his brother will do so now too just so long as he is patient.

So, right now he waits and idly sorts through one of the many piles that are in Flatt's room. Who knows what he will find today?]

[fucknoflat]

[Flatt usually stays late after class ends, since almost every lecture leaves him with a whole bunch of ideas and questions he just has to talk to the professor about. But today, he hurries back to see to Berserker.]

[As he opens his door and finds Berserker digging through his stuff, he panics.]

H-hey! Be careful! You might find something bad!

[Even though Berserker looks grown-up, he's a little kid inside! Several nightmarish scenarios of his Servant getting his hands on porn run through Flatt's mind.]

[oathbrokentusk]

But something is moving under here...

[Berserker's voice is curious and every bit as childish as Flatt had just thought of him being.]

I want to see what it is. Is it an animal? Does it need help? Is it your pet? What is it?

[fucknoflat]

Ah...it should be one of those familiars...

[He hurries over to the pile and starts throwing aside clothes and crumpling up any pieces of paper that might have pornographic images on them.]

Uh...that means it's sort of a pet and sort of not.

[As layers of junk are removed, a grunting sound can be heard from deep inside the remaining pile.]

[oathbrokentusk]

[Berserker moves to the side to allow his master room to dig through the pile, since he really seems to want to do it himself.]

So like a hunting hound? They can be treated like pets, but they aren't really...

[He tilts his head curiously when he hears the grunting sound.]

What...is it? Should I help you? Oh...

[His expression saddens as he looks at his clawed hands.]

I probably shouldn't. I might hurt it.

[fucknoflat]

...Sort of?

[He quickly shakes his head.]

Uh...your claws aren't a problem. I just...ah...have lots of stuff, so I was afraid you'd hurt yourself.

[oathbrokentusk]

[Berserker looks down, smiling slightly. He's not used to anyone caring about him but his brother, so he's not sure how exactly to react. It does make him feel good, though.]

Thank you. I don't think there is anything in here that can hurt me, but if you wish me to wait I will. How much longer until you find it? It sounds like it's nearby now...

[fucknoflat]

Not too long! I'll just need to clean a few more things away and...

[He's cut off as a spinning tortoise shell shoots out of the pile, whacking him in the face before bouncing off, landing on the floor, and spinning a few times. The animal's head, tail, and legs emerge after the spinning stops.]

[oathbrokentusk]

Master!

[Berserker jumps to his feet, for a moment thinking they are under attack. However, when he sees the turtle, he relaxes, reaching down to pick the creature up so he can look at it.]

A turtle? Why did it attack you?

[fucknoflat]

Well, it's a familiar. I wanted to see if I could make it a weapon with all sort of cool attacks, but...it...didn't work out so well.

[He laughs nervously.]

And now I've got no use for it.

[oathbrokentusk]

It's not useless!

[Though his voice is sharp, Berserker is looking down at the turtle with sad eyes, almost as if he feels some kind of kinship with it since he had been killed because he wasn't good enough in Donn's eyes to be treated the same as his brother was. He holds the animal close to him--or at least as close as he can considering it's a wiggling turtle he doesn't want to hurt.]

Just because he can't do what you want him to doesn't mean he should be discarded...

[fucknoflat]

W-well, I wasn't going to throw him out or anything. I've kept him around and all. I just...don't know what to use him for.

...Do you like him? If you do, I could give him to you. And he could be used as your pet.

[oathbrokentusk]

I can have him?

[Just that quick, all the sharpness is gone from his voice, replaced by childish hope. Gently and carefully, Berserker strokes the turtle's head with one of his clawed fingers. Surprisingly enough, the turtle doesn't seem frightened or aggressive. It's almost as if it knows the child-like servant means him no harm.]

Does he have a name?