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.

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[oathshackledbird]

[Even with the window open it takes a few moments for Diarmuid to stop coughing. Once he does, he has to reach up to wipe the tears caused by the coughing fit from his eyes. Yep, that sure is a streak of dust across his cheek now.

Well, at least he's not coughing anymore.]

No one saw that less than brilliant action on my part. How fortunate.

[Code for: Don't tell anyone. Okay?]

[fionnuisce]

I don't know what you're even talking about. [Waver brushed most of the dust out of his hair, shrugging.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid steps away from Waver, giving the dust his partner shakes from his hair a wary look.]

I knew I could count on your powerful observation skills...

[He looks around the room again and sighs.]

You know, you really don't have to go to all this trouble just for me. What will I even put in my own room?

[fionnuisce]

How should I know? Whatever you'd like, I guess.

[oathshackledbird]

Okay...

[A mischievous grin lights up his face.]

I'll put you in my room. See? Task accomplished. So what do we do with the rest of the afternoon?

[fionnuisce]

Very funny.

[Waver raised an eyebrow at him, dusting off his clothes.]

What do you want to do?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shrugs as he doesn't really have any plans. He is just having fun teasing Waver.]

Figure out why you have so much stuff? Do you even remember where all this stuff came from?

[fionnuisce]

I have a terrible habit of not getting rid of things I think I may later have a use for.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh!

[Something strikes him then.]

So you are what they call a hoarder?

[It may or may not be followed by Waver's fist striking him...]

[fionnuisce]

I am not a hoarder!

[oathshackledbird]

But isn't a hoarder someone who thinks everything has a use and so therefore never gets rid of anything?

[Diarmuid taps at his chin, a confused look on his face.]

I thought that is how the one girl explained it anyway.

[fionnuisce]

There's a difference! If I were a bloody hoarder this place would be so full of junk we wouldn't be able to move!

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, she didn't say that...

[Silly fan club girl not being clear.]

So if you aren't a hoarder, what are you?

[fionnuisce]

A magus with too much unused junk.

I suppose I'll take what I don't need to my lecture on Monday and see if any students want them--otherwise I'll never get rid of all this.

[oathshackledbird]

Do we get to go on a treasure hunt first?

[A childish light enters his eyes.]

Lets see who can find the weirdest thing!

[Because this won't go wrong...]

[fionnuisce]

[...Boy, is it ever hard to shoot down a look like that.]

Fine, if you'd really like to.

[oathshackledbird]

What can it hurt? It will make going through all this stuff more fun, won't it?

[Until one of them gets turned into a frog or something...]

[fionnuisce]

I suppose so. Just try not to break anything, okay?

[oathshackledbird]

Why would I break something? My class isn't Klutz, you know. It's Lancer.

[Diarmuid gives him a mildly annoyed look and then starts sorting through a pile. Of course, it doesn't take him long to find something he doesn't recognize.]

What is this?

[fionnuisce]

That? It's just a small centrifuge. [He leaned over to open it, pointing at the space inside.] Liquid-based samples go in here, and it spins around to separate it into their individual components.

Most alchemists would probably use some kind of magic for the same result, but I always figured why waste energy on what technology can do more efficiently?

[oathshackledbird]

It's it nice not being afraid of technology, isn't it?

[Diarmuid laughs, setting the centrifuge safely off to one side.]

Now if only you could get the rest of your colleagues to stop being dinosaurs...

i s2g i keep clicking the wrong shit tonight

[fionnuisce]

Well...patience, I guess. I like to imagine they'll get there eventually, even if not in my lifetime.

*pats*

[oathshackledbird]

Perhaps, but some of them are even worse than I am and that's saying a lot!

[Diarmuid turns from Waver as he is talking and starts digging again. Soon, he pulls out what appears to be a velvet bag. Not quite sure he wants to open it to see what might be hiding inside, Diarmuid instead gives it a shake and is rewarded with what sounds like stones clicking together.]

Alchemy stuff?

[fionnuisce]

Hm...I'm not sure, actually. Could be some kind of solid chemical sample... [Waver trailed off, glancing up from the books he was sorting to look properly at what Diarmuid was holding.]

...Runestones, maybe? I've studied a lot of different fields, but I can't recall if I ever bothered looking into divination at any length.

[oathshackledbird]

Hmm...well, I'm not feeling anything magical coming off them. I guess there is only one way to find out...

[Diarmuid starts to open the bag, but pauses to grin back at Waver.]

If I get turned into a rabbit, I am going to twitch my nose at you angrily. Just a warning.

[He laughs and then turns back to the bag to open it. Fortunately, there is no magical poof.]

They are runestones. It looks like you must have given divination at try at some point. Or just got them because you thought they looked neat...