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Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

Edit: Closing this one out for now. Please put all new threads here! Thanks!
Fifth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 V
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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If I might be so bold, knowing him from this side of the war, make it your place when you go back.

[Diarmuid's expression becomes more serious.]

I know it is probably hard, but try. He needs a friend more than a servant. He has spent so much time alone...

To be entirely truthful, I...would like to get to know him better than I do now. It seems as though my Master is a very private individual who covers instability with shouting. ...Lots of shouting.

[He tries to not laugh at that. He really shouldn't, but in the end Diarmuid stops walking and starts laughing.]

Yes...he is a master of overreaction, isn't he? It's...cute.

[The smallest smile twitched across Lancer's face at that, hand brought to his mouth to stop from laughing.]

It's endearing in its own strange way, I think.

I have to admit, I am afraid that I am a little addicted to it now. There are times I find myself saying something I know will make him react that way, just so I can see it.

[Diarmuid shakes his head and starts walking again.]

But, it is better than seeing him hide behind the ten years of walls he has built around himself. That emotion--exaggerated as it might be--is genuine at least and not a mask.

Is it truly that bad? What I mean to say is...he's alright, isn't he?

No one is all right here. We've seen too much and had to do too much...

[Diarmuid bows his head slightly, eyes closing for a moment before he continues.]

We survive and support each other the best we can. I think he is learning to live again and that is the important thing even if life here isn't...well, it's interesting anyway.

...I see. I should thank you, then--for taking care of him when I apparently could not.

[Diarmuid drops an arm around his double. He expects the other Lancer to pull away, but he does it anyway.]

Do me a favor and stop that. I fully realize how hard what I am asking is, but it's not helping you and it's not helping him. Blame yourself only for things that are your fault, not for things you cannot control. He wouldn't be alive nor would he be the man he is without you. You did everything you could for the time you had together.

We...don't have a lot of time left. Don't waste any of the time you will have with him now blaming yourself for what cannot be changed.

[Lancer froze up for a moment, hands starting to fidget nervously.]

If he lived through the war, then...we must have won, did we not? So I must have been able to accomplish something of worth, surely.

Whether you win or lose hasn't been decided yet. Remember, no matter how similar they seem, your world and his are different.

[Diarmuid reaches out and places a gentle hand over Lancer's fidgeting ones.]

And win or lose, you did accomplish something. You changed his life and you gave him the strength to start a very noble quest, a quest that has to be done, a quest that will protect and save so many people. All because of you.

...I don't understand what you mean. What is it he's set out to do?

The Grail..it's not what you think it is. At least, not on his world and not on several others I have heard about.

He's going to destroy it. Before it destroys anything else or hurts anyone else.

But that's--is that even possible? How could anyone...?

He seems to believe it can be done, and I don't doubt him. The how, though, he is still trying to work out.

[Diarmuid gives Lancer a determined look.]

When he and I go home to his world, we have a lot of work to do.

I...

[Lancer pressed a hand to his heart, eyes downcast.]

He truly is...admirable, isn't he? I had noticed my Master's belief in himself was worryingly limited, but to know he could have begun to realize his own potential is wonderful.

He is a fighter. I think he really just needed someone to believe in him for once and help him find a direction. You did that for him.

[A worried look crosses Diarmuid's face at the look on Lancer's face, especially with that gesture.]

What is it?

What--oh, I'm not--it isn't as though I--

[Stammering as he realized what he might have just implied, Lancer quickly shook his head.]

Sh-should it not be any Servant's wish to see his Master's growth and success? To hear he might have attained such a thing is all I could ever ask, though I doubt it was due to any influence of mine.

What...

[Now it's Diarmuid's turn to be momentarily confused before what Lancer is implying hits him. Then, he turns bright red.]

No! I didn't mean...

[He swears softly in Ancient Gaelic under his breath.]

I just...thought maybe you were upset I was going to go back with him. The war...is over for me and I have nothing waiting for me besides oblivion back home. Going with him gives me something to look forward to. A way to finally fulfill my wish...

[Lancer shook his head, frowning.]

It is no concern of mine what he does or with who. While it's true I am...conflicted, shall we say...over the fact that this one has taken another version of myself as his Servant, my own Master is not here. When all this has returned to normal, he will be waiting for me in Fuyuki City and it is him I must return to.

Besides...I may not be much of a scholar, but I'm no idiot. It's clear you must care for him, and I trust myself to see to it he's kept in good hands.

[A rare bit of confidence glints in Diarmuid's eyes.]

Don't be conflicted. Be proud. He obviously has taste and knows there is no better servant to have than a version of you. What does that say for how much of an impression you made on him?

[The confidence flees though, after a moment, and Diarmuid unconsciously starts fidgeting with his ring.]

It is going to be a few weeks before my powers return to full. His are at full now, though. Perhaps it would be wise for him to recontract with you instead of me. I will still fight with him, but that way he won't be without someone he can call with a command spell during Ruana's month...

...I shouldn't.

[Lancer folded his arms, looking away.]

Ask me to protect him and I shall, but this seems...important to you, is it not?

It...is. The two of us being bonded in the only way we can think of that might make him taking me back to his world be possible, but....what good is that if he is broken by this place in the meantime?

[Diarmuid closes his eyes for a moment to hide the pain in them.]

I have given my life for him before. I just want him to be safe and if that means letting him bond with you instead...

...

[Shaking his head, Lancer reached over and rested a hand on Diarmuid's shoulder.]

'If'. We sell ourselves even shorter than our own Masters. With two of us working to protect him, such a thing is surely impossible. Raise your head and stand straight--do you not have a Master worth taking pride in?

[Diarmuid gives him a startled look and then smiles sheepishly.]

I do and you...sound like him. Or maybe he sounds like you all things considered. Either way, he would be so mad at me if he heard me say that.

[He shakes his head.]

I really have to work on that taking my own advice thing. Of course you are right.

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