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

[fionnuisce]

I honestly don't remember. Those could have come from just about anywhere--I've studied so many aspects of magecraft it's hard to remember details.

[He gestured vaguely to the remaining piles of junk.]

As if this wasn't enough evidence I've gone through too many subjects in my time.

[oathshackledbird]

Is there a reason you went through so many?

[Diarmuid ties the bag back shut and then sets it to the side. He is half tempted to ask Waver if he can have them. It's not that he has ever had any talent for divination, but they do remind him of home.]

Were you just curious? Or just couldn't find something that fit?

[fionnuisce]

... [Waver was silent at first, giving the question serious thought. He seemed strangely distant for a moment, brushing a hand over the nearest pile of books and examining the dust that came away with it.]

I didn't have to stay in the Clock Tower. Once I realized the kind of societal hellhole it was, I could easily have taken the rest of what would have been my tuition and fucked right off--maybe that would have been smarter of me, being a normal human instead of a mage.

Above almost all else, I enjoy studying and learning new things. Certainly, I could do that anywhere and with any subject, but I suppose...since I was entrusted with my mother's Magic Crest, on some level I just accepted that magic was what I was supposed to devote myself to. So why not study as much of it as I was capable of? I get some enjoyment out of that and accomplish something important both at once.

[Laughing, he shrugged that off and added:] Or maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment.

[oathshackledbird]

Father always encouraged me to learn, so I am the last person who is going to call you a glutton for punishment when it comes to that. Besides, if you hadn't stayed with the the whole magic thing, then we wouldn't have met.

[Not for the 'first' time and probably not for the second either. Who knows why they were each flagged to be the survivors of their world, but if Waver Velvet had been a completely different person, would it have still been him? And even if it had been, why would he have bothered to help Diarmuid who would have been a complete stranger then as opposed to an alternate version of someone who meant a great deal to him?]

Though, if you hadn't stayed to be a magus, do you think you still would be teaching something somewhere?

[fionnuisce]

When it comes down to it, I like magic in and of itself--it's something I can do that not everyone can. I don't really regret sticking with it, though I can safely say I hate most of my fellow magi with a passion.

[Waver shrugged at Diarmuid's question, thinking for a second or two.]

Being a professor of literature might have been interesting. God knows I might be an expert on mythology if I read much more of it.

[oathshackledbird]

When we retire to Ireland after all this is done, you can teach classes. How's that?

[Diarmuid laughs, pulling out a couple of books and then handing them to Waver to look over.]

I can be you mid-term surprise. See if we can fool them for a bit into thinking I am who I say I am, before revealing I'm just your assistant.

[Who also happens to really be Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, but details...]

[fionnuisce]

[Waver smiled slightly, flipping through the pages as he answered.]

And miss out on the social upheaval I've spent years setting in motion? No, I think I'll probably be a mage for the rest of my life, much as I hate to admit it.

[oathshackledbird]

Aw...and here I was looking forward to being your dashing and mysterious assistant...

[fionnuisce]

...You're already my 'dashing and mysterious assistant'.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid is quiet a moment and then laughs.]

You are right. I guess always thought of myself more as the 'fan club wrangler...'

[fionnuisce]

I'm absolutely certain that would be in the job description if there was one.

[oathshackledbird]

Yeah, I kind of have a lot of things I do, don't I? Not that I mind...

[Diarmuid's voice drops off and the only sound for a moment is him rummaging around. Then there is a soft, 'ah ha' as he pulls something free and holds it out to Waver.]

What the heck is this thing for?

[fionnuisce]

That's an alcohol lamp--so pretty much exactly what it sounds like, it's a heat source.

[oathshackledbird]

Seems like a waste of good alcohol.

[Diarmuid turns the lamp this way and that to get a better look at it.]

I guess no genie or wishes for us.

[fionnuisce]

You can't drink straight ethanol, so it's not really a waste so much as it is repurposed for a fuel source.

And what do we even need a wish for at this point?

[oathshackledbird]

Oh...

[Wrong kind of alcohol. Be more specific next time, Waver. Your partner is an Irishman.

Diarmuid sets the lamp off to the side somehow managing to kick up a dust cloud in the process. As he fans it away, he mutters.]

How about a way to avoid death via dust inhalation?

[fionnuisce]

Defeated by a cloud of dust, really? I'm almost disappointed.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at him.]

If you don't want to be disappointed, maybe you should come and save me from my humiliating demise. We are partners, after all...

[fionnuisce]

You poor thing. [Waver reached out to take Diarmuid's wrist and pull him a little closer.] Let me whisk you two feet away where it can't hurt you.

[oathshackledbird]

Yay! My prince saved me!

[Diarmuid lets himself be pulled closer, his head dropping against Waver's shoulder for a moment.]

My wish came true!

[fionnuisce]

I don't think a prince and a lord are quite the same, but I'll let the terminology slide for now.

[Especially when he had a much more important obligation to run his hand through Diarmuid's hair.]

[oathshackledbird]

I like the term 'partner' better anyway.

[Diarmuid's voice is soft and he lets out a sigh of contentment when Waver starts running his fingers through his hair.]

Is there any kind of magic you haven't studied or at least looked into?

[fionnuisce]

Hm...I don't know. There's a lot I've at least read about in passing if nothing else. Why do you ask?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shrugs slightly, grinning into Waver's shoulder.]

Maybe I am looking for present ideas...

[fionnuisce]

...Huh? Wait, what's brought this on?