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

[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?

[fucknoflat]

Yeah, you can have him. You can probably have any familiars that I wind up digging out.

Uh...actually, no. I think I wanted to name him something when I first made him, but now I've forgotten.

[oathbrokentusk]

He needs a name so that he's not like me...

[Berserker holds up the turtle so he can look at it closer. However, the only names he can really think of are his brother's and his father's, neither of which fit the reptile.]

Do you have some suggestions?

[fucknoflat]

Um...

[He scratches his head.]

Nestor?

...And next time we see your brother, remind me to ask him to give you a new name. Before Professor Velvet throws me out the window again, that is.

[oathbrokentusk]

Nestor?

[Berserker tilts his head at the turtle. As he does, the turtle bobs its head almost as if it is saying 'yes.']

I think he likes that name. He will be Nestor.

[He gently strokes the turtle on the head once more and then sets it free to wander the floor again.]

My brother...doesn't wish to give me a new name. He wants to find my old one. My real one. It has to be somewhere...

[It had hurt to find out that not even his brother knew his name, but Berserker could not blame Diarmuid for that. Aengus had been the one to mess with his memory, and he would not trade knowing his name for his brother's sanity.

Madness...is not suited for one such as his Little Hawk.]

[fucknoflat]

[He scampers over to his Servant on his hands and knees.]

Isn't it a little sad, though? It's not like you like not having a name, is it? Just let him find something to call you by. Until you can find your name again.

[oathbrokentusk]

[Berserker shakes his head, eyes staring sadly down at his claws.]

No, I don't like not having a name, but won't picking a new one make it harder to find the old one? Brother is always right...

[He frowns in confusion.]

Isn't he?

[fucknoflat]

Well, uh...if you think so. He does know a lot, so maybe he is.]

[oathbrokentusk]

[Berserker's hands twist together. Despite the fact that he is looking at his hands, he doesn't seem to realize he's scratching himself with his claws.]

I...don't know. He was always right as a child. Maybe your teacher would know?

[fucknoflat]

Maybe he w--

[He reaches out to grab Berserker's hand.]

Hey, stop that. You're hurting your hands.

[oathbrokentusk]

What?

[His eyes actually seem to focus on his hands now, and when he sees what he has does, a surprised look crosses his face.]

Oh... I didn't even feel it... Sorry...

[After spending so long lost to madness, most of Berserker's senses are dulled. It's one of the few ways that his Mad Enhancement actually shows itself in this form.]

[fucknoflat]

...It's a good thing you've got me looking out for you then. Do you want a healing spell to fix up that hand?

[oathbrokentusk]

It doesn't hurt...

[Even so, he holds out his wounded hand to Flatt.]

But you probably should. I will be more careful next time...

[fucknoflat]

[He chants a few quick spells, knitting his Servant's flesh back together.]

There! Quick and clean.

[He gives Berserker's hand a quick pat.]

[oathbrokentusk]

Thank you. You are quite skilled at that.

[Berserker holds up his hand, looking at the newly healed skin.]

My brother's...partner. Was he the one who taught you?

[fucknoflat]

Yeah! He's taught me the most and stayed with me the longest out of any professor I've ever had. Most of them usually quit after a month or two. Maybe even just a week.