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]

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.

[oathbrokentusk]

Why do they quit so quickly?

[A puzzled look crosses his face as he lets his hand drop back into his lap.]

Teachers are not suppose to give up on their students. Good teachers find a way to work through problems. They don't just give up...

[fucknoflat]

I guess they were busy with family things. I mean, they're all magi, so stuff comes up all the time. Professor Velvet is the only one who doesn't have a family.

[oathbrokentusk]

Students are a kind of family too...

[Berserker shakes his head, not sure why this is important to him. However, before he can think about it too hard, he is distracted by Flatt's next statement.]

He has my brother... They are family now. I can tell that.

[How much he likes or doesn't like that is a completely different story.]

[fucknoflat]

Huh...then that means you're his family too, doesn't it?

[oathbrokentusk]

I-I guess so.

[It seems weird for him to consider anyone but his brother family.]

What about you? Do you have any family?

[fucknoflat]

Of course. They're just all back home in Greece. I'm staying here in England until I graduate. I guess I can see them for holidays, but they're not very fun.

[oathbrokentusk]

Oh...then you are lucky.

[Berserker doesn't seem sure how to react to that answer. Perhaps somehow, he thought Flatt might not have a family to just like the rest of them.]

Why aren't they much fun?

[fucknoflat]

Uh...well, they're serious a lot of the time. Really busy too. Keep on telling me that there's things magi can't do.

[He sighs.]

It's just a little stifling. That's all.

[oathbrokentusk]

Why do they tell you what to do so much?

[Berserker's uncertainty shifts into straight out confusion.]

You are an adult now. Should you not be trusted to make your own choices, good or bad? How can you learn if you don't?