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.

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oops i tripped about a week late

[fionnuisce]

God, this is boring.

[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

[oathshackledbird]

Considering how quick she was to agree to your request that I come? I don't think you want the answer to that question.

[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...

[fionnuisce]

So it's a night of being stared at as much as I am during the day. Fantastic.

[Frowning, Waver cast an acidic glare at a few of the offending individuals watching Diarmuid, who miraculously seemed to find they had far more important things to do elsewhere.]

I'd say 'you get used to it', but it always manages to be some level of annoying.

[oathshackledbird]

Would it help if I stepped in front of you while we talk? I can't block everyone, but I can block some...

[Diarmuid gives Waver a real smile when he feels the eyes on him lessen and then shakes his head.]

I think if there was a way, I would have found it by now and I most certainly have not.

[fionnuisce]

I'm accustomed to it, at least. For me, it's no more than irritating.

[Back to drumming his fingers on the table, Waver looked around before resting his head on his other hand.]

What about you? Are you sure you're alright with being in a place like this? I mean, I'm hardly going to keep you here if you're uncomfortable.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shifts position slightly as to block his next action from most of the room. Then, he rests the very tips of his fingers on Waver's to still their tapping.]

I will be fine. You are here and that makes a lot of things that normally wouldn't be bearable okay. We're a team, after all.

What should we do when the party is over and the team has successfully managed not to kill anyone?

[fionnuisce]

[His hand finally stopped fidgeting at that, Waver himself giving a long-suffering sigh.]

I don't know about you, but I fully plan to bugger off as early as is socially acceptable before the overwhelming aura of stuffiness chokes me to death.

Maybe I'll be fortunate enough to take an attractive date home with me--do you in your professional opinion think my luck might just be good enough for that?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's smile changes into something more mischievous and he looks out over the crowd.]

It's possible. After all, it's New Years and all kinds of new things start on this night.

[He turns back to Waver and winks.]

If you tell me your type, I can see if I find anyone matching it.

[fionnuisce]

Oh, you know. [A smirk of Waver's own crossed his face as he spoke.] Tall, attractive, and most importantly able to tolerate me.

I'm afraid that last one rather limits my options.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, it does, doesn't it?

[Diarmuid mock frowns for a moment before grinning again.]

However, you just happen to be in luck. I know someone who fits all of that. He even can tolerate you. What do you think of that?

[fionnuisce]

Sounds excellent. So when are you going to introduce me to him?

[Waver actually had trouble keeping a straight face for once as he said that, laughing quietly.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid looks out over the room again. Mostly to hide the twinkle in his eyes.]

Drat. I know I saw him a few moments ago. Where did he go?

[He turns back to Waver with a frown.]

That is too bad. I guess you will have to settle for me instead. I 'tolerate' you just fine. I just don't know about those other things you asked for though...

[fionnuisce]

Ah, well. If I must settle, I suppose that I could.

[Without looking, Waver reached up to accept another glass of champagne offered by a suspiciously silver maid dressed in red and gold. She held out a second to Diarmuid without a sound.]

For now, I just advise trying to survive the social aspect of things. It's terrible, but I'm afraid I'm obligated to do this.

VH-tan! :-D

[oathshackledbird]

We are talking to each other. That's social, isn't it?

[Diarmuid takes the offered drink, though the look he gives it clearly indicates he wishes it was something much stronger than champagne.]

I wonder...since I am obligated to protect you, if your sanity started to become endangered...lets say from boredom...would I be obligated to take you out of here despite your other obligations?

i had to :B

[fionnuisce]

Unfortunately, I fear my obligation to Ismene has some clause or fine print stating I have to risk my death from boredom at any given moment.

[oathshackledbird]

I never signed such a contract...

[Diarmuid grins.]

You could always say I didn't know. That I did it without your permission, horrid, horrid person that I am...

[fionnuisce]

While the thought is genuinely touching, I'd have to suffer her wrath just as much as you. And let me inform you, that is not pleasant. Have you ever been lectured for hours by a teenage girl? It's humiliating and with her, just a bit terrifying.

Given the options, I'll stick it out here a bit longer.

[oathshackledbird]

That is one thing I can say I have no experience with and from the sound of it, that is probably for the best.

[Diarmuid gazes out over the crowd.]

I suppose dragging you out to dance would also end with a lecture. Too bad. I am sure dying of boredom would be the least of our concerns then...

[fionnuisce]

Hm...that really is a shame. One person in this whole blasted place I'd willingly dance with, and I'd never get away with it.

[Waver seemed genuinely annoyed by that, but he made an attempt to shrug it off.]

Bloody Association.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid looks around them, frowning slightly as well.]

I don't suppose there is any place more private where we could? Someplace close enough to qualify as as still here, while hiding us from prying eyes?

[Truth be told, he is a little annoyed at being denied the chance as well.]

[fionnuisce]

Unlikely. I might say somewhere outside would be our best bet, but on top of it being bloody cold I don't trust a single person in this room not to have familiars somewhere or other.

...Being an aristocrat is a terribly tedious and irritating thing, have I mentioned that lately?

[oathshackledbird]

I...don't suppose you have familiars that might be willing to eat theirs, do you?

[Diarmuid leans a little closer so his soft voice can be heard.]

I can see to keeping you warm.

[fionnuisce]

I specialize in using mice, so unless someone's developed the use of a cricket familiar we're quite out of luck.

[Waver faltered for a second, quickly trying to look disapproving.]

L-look, you could at least save the flirting for when we're alone.

[oathshackledbird]

You need better familiars, my friend. I've heard hawks are nice...

[Diarmuid laughs and leans back, crossing his arms over his chest loosely.]

Who said I was flirting? I was merely stating a fact. I am a servant. Servants don't get cold. Therefore, I could keep you warm even in the coldest weather.

If I were flirting, believe me, you would know.

[fionnuisce]

Oh, but I already have one of those. I think he'd be quite upset if I replaced him.

And I think you and I both know that's not very far from blatant flirting.