Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

[oathshackledbird]

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.

Comments

[velveteenmage]

Wh--st-stop that, I can't stand that! I-I didn't mean--!

[Scowling with a nondescript growl of aggravation, Waver shook his head forcefully as though trying to erase the previous conversation.]

Look, forget I said that. Just...let me try again.

[He took a deep breath, trying to calm down again.]

If I asked you your name, would you tell me?

[oathshackledbird]

He has not told you?

[Diarmuid raises his head, a confused look on his face.]

I have made no secret of who I am here. My version of the war is over so there is no reason for me to hide my identity any longer. If you really wish to know my name, all you need to do is ask and I will tell you.

[velveteenmage]

I didn't exactly have time to do research beforehand, and we decided it was better if I didn't know. There wasn't a real disadvantage for us, and that way nobody could get information from me that I didn't know.

[Crossing his arms, Waver frowned.]

...Maybe I should have asked him anyway, before all this happened. [A sigh.]

I'd...like to know. Please.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods, understanding the logic in the plan and also Waver's curiosity. He begins to bow his head again out of force of habit, but stops himself, raising his gaze back to Waver and smiling.]

Hopefully, we will be able to fix all of this and you will have the chance to ask him. In the meantime, I will be glad to answer your request. Once called the First Knight of the Fianna, I now just call myself Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. It is a pleasure to meet another version of the man I hold in such high esteem.

[velveteenmage]

Diarmuid...[Waver was thoughtful for a few seconds, repeating the name under his breath. In retrospect, it seemed painfully obvious. Had things really been so hectic that he'd overlooked things entirely?]

I probably should have seen that coming. [After quick consideration, Waver answered with a surprisingly honest smile.]



It's good to meet you too, Lanc-...Diarmuid.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's smile turns knowing and he nods.]

It's amazing how easily some things can be missed when the world is falling apart around you, isn't it? But now that we have been properly introduced, where do you want me to start trying to explain this giant mess to you? I will do whatever I can to make this easier though, even I cannot work miracles. For that, I am sorry.

[velveteenmage]

It's...well, it's not really alright at all, is it? But--I think that I can probably rely on you, even if you aren't the Lancer that I summoned.

[Waver seemed hesitant, even a few steps short of distrustful. Even with a wary note to his voice, his words were sincere. If there was a lack of trust at all, it was likely down to Waver's own difficulties with the concept.]

Tell me whatever you can--I'm listening.

[oathshackledbird]

Would it help if I said you are actually relying on your future self instead? Because he would beat me if I did not help you, and I would have you know your future self is a pretty good fighter...

[Diarmuid falls quiet for a moment thinking about where to start. There is so much...especially after what just happened with Jason...]

I guess the first place to start is what I mentioned before. Your world is gone, destroyed like the letters claim, but we have heard that there is a way to fix things and that is what we are fighting for right now. A way to fix things and allow those who wish it to go back home. Unfortunately, the Tower is running out of power and so the time we have is limited.

Are you following me so far?

[velveteenmage]

...

[Waver simply gave Diarmuid a slight nod to signify he was still listening, opting to stay quiet for now.]

[oathshackledbird]

Progress is slow because we have so much to figure out and it doesn't help that most of the Administrators who run this place are working against us.

[Though...if Riki and Zo really are on their side, that only really leaves Ruana against them. But...yeah...Ruana.]

So far we have managed to secure a place where we can work without the Administrators watching us and have also found a way to return our true powers to us. You will probably notice soon enough considering the glitches. I suppose that is what I should explain next...

[Diarmuid motions out around them.]

Everything you see is an illusion, including our bodies. It is created by what is called the glamour system. The only thing that was able to be brought here of us from our dying worlds is our souls.

[He places his hands over his chest.]

Those souls are placed into false bodies. There are pluses and minuses to this arrangement. The pluses are that because our souls are in false bodies, when we die here it is not permanent. The minus is that...well, reviving just became a lot more complicated thanks to the death of one of the Administrators...

[velveteenmage]

Wh..at...?

[Waver looked to his own hands, confused and disbelieving.]

We're not...real? But how--how is that--?!

[oathshackledbird]

Stop...

[Diarmuid holds out a finger to cut off anymore objections or questions. Doesn't this feel familiar...]

I never said we aren't real. Our souls are very real. They are us. It is just that they aren't in their proper containers at the moment. I know that sounds rather harsh, but it is the truth. You will see it the next time the glamour flickers. These forms are wire frames and gel with a brilliant glow at the center.

That glow is the most important part of you--your soul. It is so important that we have been warned numerous times to make sure that no matter what we do, we do not let that part of us be divided or damaged because that kind of damage cannot be healed by anything.

[velveteenmage]

[Folding his arms and withdrawing slightly, Waver started to look pale.]

I think I get it. [He lowered his head slightly, starting to look sick again.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid can't resist the temptation any longer and reaches out to put a comforting hand on Waver's shoulder.]

Give yourself time. This is a lot to get dumped on you all at once. While it is always sad when someone new arrives because it means another world is gone, it is even worse now because what we have to tell them is enough to break them if the shock of finding out about their world being gone doesn't do it itself.

[velveteenmage]

[He stiffened under Lancer's hand, visibly unsure how to react.]

I can handle it. I'm not a child, you know. I'm just...I'm just not feeling well, that's all!

[oathshackledbird]

I never said you were a child. Whatever gave you that idea?

[There is an amused look on his face.]

I am merely giving you some of the same advice I give all new arrivals. Do you wish me to continue, or would you rather return to your room and wait out this 'sick' feeling?

[velveteenmage]

I'm fine. You're still infuriating, you know, that?

[That was met with a frown that probably looked very familiar.]

Keep talking, if you want to.

[oathshackledbird]

Yes, he tells me that regularly. Usually with that very same expression on his face, as a matter of fact.

[Diarmuid laughs softly, before falling more serious.]

Because these bodies are not our real ones, the Administrators have power over us they should not. They can shut off our special abilities for one thing, but recently we have found a way to deal with that and activate our real powers again. I would recommend you consider starting to get your real powers back as soon as possible, but there are...dangers to consider. I think your elder self would be the best one to talk to about that, though. He was one of the lead researchers on the project, after all.

[velveteenmage]

But that's good, isn't it? What's so dangerous about it?

[Waver avoided the idea of talking to himself--it kind of unnerved him to consider.]

[oathshackledbird]

You are overlooking it just like he did...

[Diarmuid nods, not terribly surprised.]

Let me ask a simple question. Right now your real magic circuits and crest are sleeping. How do you think it will feel if they all activate again at the same time?

[velveteenmage]

[Waver stepped back and raised a hand to his shoulder, with a look on his face as though he'd just been outright threatened.]

It...would hurt.

[oathshackledbird]

It did hurt. A lot. He...had a very rough few days.

[Diarmuid could tell Waver more, but he doesn't want to scare him unnecessarily.]

We worried he might even burn the crest and his circuits out with it all coming back at once, but hopefully since you are ten years younger it won't be so hard on you.

[velveteenmage]

It was bad enough the first time. I don't...can someone even survive that, really?

[oathshackledbird]

He did...with some creative distractions and swearing, but...

[Diarmuid laughs.]

I am sure you can survive it too. Have some faith in yourself. I promise. It won't kill you.

[velveteenmage]

...I don't think that I can. [Waver's grip on his shoulder tightened, and he looked to the floor again.]

I can't...there's no way I could handle pain like that.