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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
You're right. You're you, not him, but that doesn't mean I still can't believe in you.
[Diarmuid's voice is gentle as he speaks.]
He actually tells me often that it's kind of frustrating how much I believe in him, but I can't stop myself from believing the best of people. You will have to forgive me.
[A concerned look fills his eyes.]
Do you want me to see you back to your room to rest after all?
You're...you're the same with me. It's been nothing but irritating.
[Waver switched gears in a second to clear anger, though how much of that demeanor was genuine could be up for debate.]
Don't look at me like that. I don't need anyone falling all over themselves to believe in or follow my every word, and I don't need anyone taking care of me. Don't look at me like I'm some pitiful thing, and just leave me alone.
[He turned sharply and started to storm off, temper having been set off by something incredibly minor.]
Since when... [Waver shrank back, looking far more like a scared teenager than he would have liked.] ...s-since when are you the one telling me what to do?!
Since I'm the one tall enough to pick you up and dangle you like a bad puppy?
[He sounds serious for all of a second before laughing.]
Again, blame your elder self. I discovered I kind of like this partner thing he insisted on, and sometimes that means being the one to tell someone else what to do instead of just doing as you are told.
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[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?
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[That was met with a frown that probably looked very familiar.]
Keep talking, if you want to.
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[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.
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[Waver avoided the idea of talking to himself--it kind of unnerved him to consider.]
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[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?
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It...would hurt.
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[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.
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[Diarmuid laughs.]
I am sure you can survive it too. Have some faith in yourself. I promise. It won't kill you.
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I can't...there's no way I could handle pain like that.
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Can I tell you a secret? He kept saying that and still made it. Believe me. If he did, you can too.
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[Waver trailed off, shoulders taking on a slight tremble.]
I w-want this day to just be over...
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[Diarmuid's voice is gentle as he speaks.]
He actually tells me often that it's kind of frustrating how much I believe in him, but I can't stop myself from believing the best of people. You will have to forgive me.
[A concerned look fills his eyes.]
Do you want me to see you back to your room to rest after all?
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[Waver switched gears in a second to clear anger, though how much of that demeanor was genuine could be up for debate.]
Don't look at me like that. I don't need anyone falling all over themselves to believe in or follow my every word, and I don't need anyone taking care of me. Don't look at me like I'm some pitiful thing, and just leave me alone.
[He turned sharply and started to storm off, temper having been set off by something incredibly minor.]
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Waver Velvet....are you really going to make me scruff you?
[Rider impersonation coming in three...two...one...]
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I am frustrating and irritating. Try me.
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...you wouldn't, right?
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[Diarmuid crosses his arms over his chest, fingers drumming on one arm.]
Are you going to stop acting like a child and start acting like a master again?
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[He sounds serious for all of a second before laughing.]
Again, blame your elder self. I discovered I kind of like this partner thing he insisted on, and sometimes that means being the one to tell someone else what to do instead of just doing as you are told.
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[Diarmuid laughs, placing a hand a short distance above his own head to indicate height.]
He's taller than I am now. How that happened is something I really would like to know...
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[A smirk turns up the corner of his mouth.]
That you grew so tall or that your other self would dare dangle you?
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i swear to god, self
*pats*
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