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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[fionnuisce]

You don't understand.

[With a tone of utmost seriousness, Waver put his hands on Diarmuid's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes.]

This is a creature which Sephiroth can not hope to match in evil. As soon as he opens that trunk, he will be confronted with cruelty the likes of which mere mortals can simply not fathom.

Only one of them is going to leave that room alive.

[oathshackledbird]

...And you seriously expect me to believe it's the chicken who will walk away?

[Diarmuid sighs, leaning in to rest his head against Waver's hair.]

It's great conditioner. I suspect, though, that those soft silky locks come with a price... Your sanity...

[fionnuisce]

You know those thin little scars on my forearms here and there? All that fucking chicken. And--wait, are you calling me insane? I'm serious, Diarmuid, the thing is the king of hell with feathers and talons!

[oathshackledbird]

That chicken caused those?

[Diarmuid finds this hard to believe. It's a chicken, but he knows Waver wouldn't like about something like that.]

Only someone with your luck would end up sacrificing a the "Heroic Spirit" of Chickens to summon a Heroic Spirit and the have it come back to you as a vengeful spirit...

[fionnuisce]

It's Satan in chicken form, I swear to god. Think I'm crazy all you like, but it's pure evil.

[oathshackledbird]

Can we just stop talking about the chicken now?

[Despite how foolish it is, Waver's paranoia is starting to rub off on Diarmuid.]

Why don't we talk about this conditioner you stole instead? It's...safer...

[fionnuisce]

Hmph...I happened to see it when we were stuffing the little monster in the trunk. So obviously, I thought I might just borrow it for a day or so.

[oathshackledbird]

And now Sephiroth will be distracted by the little 'gift' you left him. You should just forget to return it.

[Diarmuid runs his fingers through Waver's ponytail.]

I like it...

[fionnuisce]

Even I'm not that cruel. The chicken's punishment enough for now, I'll return it later.

Does it really make that much of a difference?

[oathshackledbird]

Well, you know I liked your hair before...

[Diarmuid runs his fingers through the ponytail again.]

...but now it's like water running through my fingers...

[fionnuisce]

I'm glad you approve. [Calming down from his chicken-related episode, Waver leaned into Diarmuid's hand with a small smile.] I figured you might benefit from this little act of thievery as well.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, I very much approve.

[In fact, he will be quite sad once the conditioner's effects fade. Diarmuid might even have to consider 'borrowing' the bottle again from Sephiroth.]

I could stay here all day just playing with it...

[fionnuisce]

Hm...I might just let you.

[oathshackledbird]

You should. You deserve a break, you know. Let me admire the fruits of your labors...

[fionnuisce]

Just this once, I suppose a break wouldn't kill me. It's hard to argue when I enjoy that admiration so much.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid motions for Waver to follow him over to the bed so they can sit down.]

I don't suppose you, in your great thieving escapades, managed to acquire a comb, did you?

[fionnuisce]

I'm afraid not. [He sat down next to Diarmuid with a quiet laugh, looking thoroughly amused by his friend's reaction.] You can survive without that, can't you?

[oathshackledbird]

It's terrible. I will just have to comb it with my fingers instead.

[He sighs in such a put out manner...]

A horrible, horrible fate let me assure you.

[fionnuisce]

You poor, deprived thing. However will you cope?

[oathshackledbird]

Well...maybe if you let me take it down and braid it?

[There is a hopeful look in Diarmuid's eyes.]

Also...there is this little matter we discussed once before. Remember me mentioning finding a way to curl my brother's hair? That still needs to be done...

[fionnuisce]

Hm...that's right. [Waver considered the idea, untying his hair as he did.]

I wonder, there must be some easy way to do it.

[oathshackledbird]

Why do you think I asked you? Surely you know something or maybe someone with a curling iron?

[Once Waver is done letting his hair down, Diarmuid slides closer to him so that he can start playing with braiding it.]

A spell of some kind would be ideal, but I do recall you saying you didn't know anything like that.

[fionnuisce]

I certainly don't own one--maybe if Edelfelt were here, I'm sure she has one of near-legendary proportions.

[He shrugged, leaning back slightly and enjoying Diarmuid's attention to his hair.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid carefully sections Waver's hair so that the braids will be even once he starts. He almost mentions how he would do this for his daughter, but something tells him Waver might not react to it well.]

I don't suppose we are lucky enough that 'He of the Glorious Conditioner' had one, are we?

[He has no idea why Sephiroth would, but he would never have pegged the guy for having such excellent taste in conditioner either.]

[fionnuisce]

If he does, I'm sure as hell not opening his trunk with that monstrosity in it to find out.