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Call Out Meme: Version 4.0

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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I will follow you closely. Even if you cannot see me, I will make sure you are in no danger.

[Without waiting for a response from Waver, Diarmuid drops into spirit form and waits silently for Waver to lead the way.]

[Waver was silent as he walked, wearing a serious but calm expression. This...was going to be even harder than he'd realized. Had he really forgotten how difficult Diarmuid had been to deal with at first? At least he wasn't blindsided by that much this time around.]

[Even so...this wouldn't be easy, he concluded upon entering his hotel room and almost immediately starting to make tea. Despite the fact he hadn't shown it, the lecturer's nerves were already shot to hell and back.]

...You can come out now, if you want. Make yourself comfortable, we'll be here for a little while.

[For several moments, Waver is only answered by silence. Diarmuid himself has followed him into the kitchen and is kneeling nearby, watching as his lord makes his tea. However, while he does speak, he remains in spirit form and invisible.]

I am...comfortable. I do not wish to make you waste energy by manifesting unless you truly wish it. You said there were things we needed to speak of?

...Don't worry about me wasting energy. I can spare enough for you to stay manifested, and it's easier to talk when I can actually see you. [God, this was going to be like talking to a brick wall. Waver crossed the room and set two cup of tea on the table, taking a seat.]

It's going to take a little while to get through everything. Just humor me for a while, okay?

As you wish, My Lord. If you ever wish something of me, you need only to ask and I will do it.

[As he speaks, Diarmuid materializes in the doorway to the kitchen near where Waver is sitting. However, he makes no move to sit at the table, though his does notice Waver has prepared two cups of tea.]

Take your time. I cannot fight properly if I do not know all the details of the battle. Are...you expecting a visitor?

Waver. And no, that one would be yours if you want it. Even if you don't, please at least consider sitting down.

[Brick. Wall.]

I'll start with who I am. I already mentioned my name, and I'm a magus of the Association...or at least I am now. I suspect they won't be thrilled with me once this is all over.

[Shrugging, he took a drink of his own tea.] Some years ago, I was in this city at the conclusion of the previous Holy Grail War and witnessed a disaster that still lacks a proper explanation. My research has however led me to believe the Grail itself responsible for it.

My presence in the war and in Fuyuki is with only the goal of dismantling the Holy Grail in mind. To do that, I need the help of a Servant I can trust, that has no desire for the Grail itself.

[It takes a moment, but Diarmuid eventually rises to his feet and sits next to Waver at the table. He is about to point out that it's really a waste to prepare anything for him since servants don't need to eat and drink, when the smell of the tea hits him. Diarmuid wraps his hands around the mug, pulling it closer and taking a longer smell of it.]

Is there...honey in this?

[As Waver continues speaking, Diarmuid gazes into the tea as if he is trying to figure out if it's really okay for him to drink it. He is distracted, though, when his Master mentions destroying the Grail. Wide, shocked, eyes come up to meet Waver's.]

Are...you allowed to do that? Isn't this war suppose to be about winning the Grail so you can make a wish on it?

To answer your questions in order: yes, it's generally frowned upon, and on paper that is the general concept.

Continuing on from your third question, I think that might no longer be relevant. If the Grail is damaged in some aspect as I have reason to believe it is, then I suspect the 'winner' would not be very pleased with their outcome.

And if I'm mistaken--which I don't believe I am--it doesn't matter. This entire system puts too many at risk. Magi, Servants, and civilians alike suffering for an outcome that in this case might just be disaster...I can't stand for it. I don't care what the consequences for me are, someone has to bring this childish game to an end.

[Ah...one of his weaknesses, honey, and it's been so long since he's had any. Thousands of years if the information that the Grail has put into his head is accurate. Diarmuid slowly starts to sip the tea as he listens to Waver's words and continues to do so as he thinks over what he has just heard.

However, when he speaks, the question he asks might be the last thing Waver is expecting and is really more of a statement than a question.]

You were not just an observer to the last war--the one that went so wrong. You were a participant...

[His Master had not likely won since he doesn't know the details of what exactly went wrong, but he knows enough that there is no way he could have just been a bystander. The rules of the war require too much secrecy for that even among magi.]

...

[His hand tightened almost imperceptibly on the cup he held, and that was Waver's only reaction. Trust Diarmuid of all people to be more clever than he'd hoped on that particular matter.]

That's correct.

[Diarmuid had fallen to looking at his tea again as he had thought and his gaze remains on the cup in his hands as Waver answers. However, he does catch his master's slight tensing out of the corner of his eyes.

The answer doesn't surprise him and it plus the tensing leads him to make one last connection that, if true, will explain several things about the way Waver had acted before.]

You summoned me then, didn't you?

...It doesn't matter. [Waver glanced away, expression calm as he took another drink.]

All I'm concerned about is destroying the Grail before any more unnecessary casualties start piling up.

It matters. You are just trying to hide it.

[Diarmuid's eyes are locked on the tea cup now, his hands tightening around it enough that it might soon be in danger of breaking.]

If it didn't matter, you wouldn't care so much for that relic, and if it didn't matter you wouldn't have called back the same Servant, especially...

[He pauses, swallowing hard. When he speaks again, his voice is a lot softer.]

...one who obviously failed you. I'm sorry...I don't remember it.

Who the hell said he failed me?

[Waver sounded frustrated more than angry, free hand reaching for the pendant as Diarmuid mentioned it. Taking a breath to calm himself, Waver merely scowled for a moment before speaking in a steadier tone.]

...I knew you wouldn't, so don't apologize. That's far from being your fault.

You didn't win the Grail. You didn't get your wish. You implied as much with your lack of knowledge about how things ended. That means he...I failed to stay with you until the end...

[Though his voice is steady, Diarmuid's eyes are far from that as they finally make their way to Waver's face. It's as if he really wants to believe what he is about to say, but is afraid of being wrong.]

I don't know why you are giving me this second chance, but I will do better this time. I swear it to you.

Don't be stupid. Losers don't survive the Grail War--the fact that I'm still breathing proves he didn't fail. I don't really care whether we won or lost.

[Frowning, Waver leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.]

This is why I called you. I needed someone that I could trust to work as hard as I intend to.

[Diarmuid looks away from Waver again, closing his eyes. He is silent for several moments before shaking his head and finally speaking.]

I still don't understand, but the past is the past. It is not something I can change now even if I did understand. Our goal is to fight and win so that you can destroy the Grail, correct?

[A pair of serious golden eyes meet Waver's.]

Where do we start? What do you wish me to do, Master?

...First of all, just call me Waver. I'd rather cooperate with you equally than be your Master.

[He gave a hesitant smile, clearly satisfied with that answer.]

I think we might have a few days to spare; I tried to make sure I'd arrive a little early. For now, we'll just have to stay quiet while I try to finish looking over the city's layout and attempt to predict where the Grail's even going to manifest this time. We'll be working with Rin Tohsaka and whatever Servant she decides to summon at her own bloody leisure, so try to keep that in mind.

But...that is not how it works... Oh...never mind...

[Diarmuid sighs and presses a hand to his forehead. Hadn't he just said it didn't matter if he understood or not? Granted, that was about the past and this about now, but it makes no difference. All he needs to do is follow his master's orders and see him safely to victory. He can do that without understanding.

Though, it might be harder that way...]

Will this be our base of operations?

If you haven't noticed, I'm not one for strict adherence to tradition.

I had suggested to Tohsaka we both operate out of her mansion, but she raised the point that the heir to one of the three families and a lord of the Association working together would draw far too much attention. So we'll be here barring some catastrophe or another. Is that alright with you?

I noticed. I am sorry that is it throwing me...

[Diarmuid falls silent, looking down at his tea. Part of him would like to sit and enjoy the rest of it, but he has a duty to do. He stands up and steps away from the table, before looking over at Waver.]

I have no problems. It is your choice as Master. However, if this is to be our base, I should go and patrol the area. The war may not have officially begun yet, but that is no excuse for me not taking your safety seriously.

Er...of course. I've already laid down a boundary field around the area to alert to any malicious intruders, but if you think that would be the better choice then go ahead.

I...

[Diarmuid bows his head slightly.]

I do not wish to question your preparations, but I do not wish to place you at risk either. Would you rather I remain here? I am sure there is probably more you need to tell me...

You should...do what you think is right. Having said that, if there's anything you want to ask about the situation, now might be the most convenient time.

[Diarmuid's hand tightens on the top of his chair, his knuckles quickly turning white.]

Do...you wish me question you?

[Questions? Oh yes, Diarmuid has them, but it is not really his place to question his Master's wishes. He is merely suppose to do as he is asked to ensure their victory.

But he is also confused and curious. So curious...]

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