Call Out Meme: Version 6.0

[oathshackledbird]

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Sixth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 VI
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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RIDING THE KALEID LINER HYPE TRAIN I GUESS

[fionnuisce]

[Eventually, the stars had to align just right for everything to fall into place. The Grail was properly dismantled and eradicated, Waver and Rin having avoided a Sealing Designation by inches due to Ismene's own political maneuvering, and things had finally settled down.]

[However, as was his habit, Waver hardly stopped to rest at all. The following semester he spent long days and longer nights rewriting and revising his thesis criticizing the importance placed on a mage's bloodline. Having always been as dedicated to it as he'd been about the Grail, Waver turned all but obsessive over it.]

[One day he came home later in the evening than usual, closing the apartment door behind him and leaning back against it.]

Diarmuid...are you here? [Sounding almost distracted, he called out in a quiet voice.] I'm home.

[oathshackledbird]

[The smell of food lingers in the air, but it is obvious whatever was made was made a while ago and has long since been put away. Diarmuid himself is laying on the couch wearing a dark green t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual armor. As Waver comes in, he looks up from the book he has been reading. No big surprise, it's a book on exploring modern day Ireland.]

I was starting to think you were going to sleep at the office again. Do you want me to warm something to eat up for you?

[If he is upset at how late Waver is, Diarmuid doesn't show it. Not only is he used to it, but he is also grateful that they aren't on the run right now and that the only thing that has kept Waver away is his own obsessive need to work. Things...could be much worse.]

[fionnuisce]

It's...it's okay. I'm not really hungry.

[Waver pressed a hand to his head; if he hadn't seemed so calm, it might have looked like something was wrong.]

I should...apologize to you, shouldn't I...?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shakes his head, getting up and setting the book on the coffee table. He then walks over to Waver, putting an arm around his shoulders and directing him toward the couch.]

Of course not. I would rather you tell me what is wrong. You look terrible. Did something happen? Don't tell me Eskardos screwed up another experiment...

[fionnuisce]

No, I'm...I'm fine, actually. I think I'm just in fucking shock.

Waver shook his head and sat down, trying to regain some level of composure.]

After my last lecture, I went to see about submitting my thesis--I figured that the worst case scenario was getting laughed out of the room, god knows I've been there before. But I spent some time arguing the point--that's what took so long--and I guess it...it looks like they might actually publish it like all the other ones I've written.

Castle Ruins, June 1st; Grainne

[athousandcurses]

[After her conversation with Archer, Grainne left the cavern floor feeling numb. A fog filled everything, touching everything, and she was hardly aware of her own surroundings as floor after floor passed. She didn't know where she was going, only that she was going somewhere. The monsters were gone, but there should still be dangers here. Something she could use to further the nebulous goal in the back of her mind.

A cold chill hit her as she passed one floor in particular, and she paused, staring into the snowy landscape for what seemed like forever. Snow crunched under her shoes, as she approached the ruins of the castle. Now she has no idea how long she's been here, slowly gathering snow on her green cloak and hood.

The snowy surroundings offers a strange comfort with the cold. A sort of example she found herself diving too readily into. Snow numbed pain, it eased aches and kept burns from progressing into something worse. For all the good she has done so far, she might as well give in, become the snow. ]

[oathshackledbird]

[Once he has seen Ryoji back to the hidden floor and to Yukiko's loving care, Diarmuid takes a moment to check on Waver again and then he heads back out. He should be comforted that Ryoji seems better and Waver is doing so well recovering, but he's not. Instead, he is worried about someone who has disappeared from the hidden floor...

Grainne.

Perhaps it's not his place to look for her or worry for her anymore, but he can't help it. Even if they are not connected like they once were, he still worries about her. That will never change.

He almost misses her on the floor, so much snow has settled onto her cloak. Diarmuid is not sure if it will help, but once he makes it to her side, he begins brushing that snow from her clothes. At the same time, he speaks softly to her.]

You should not be here. Come back to the hidden floor with me and rest. We don't know when this quiet time will end.

[athousandcurses]

[There's something there. Grainne's vaguely aware of it, but she makes no effort to break away from the snow. Too firmly settled in her thoughts, the doubts that stir and find new life again with the arrival of the vague awareness tries to rise, but they find no purchase in her. Is this right? Did he mean that? What of the others? Small voices she couldn't hear, nor wanted to. Maybe it will go away and she can focus, with no distractions to trouble her.

Outwardly, Grainne makes no move; no flinching, nor blink of an eyelash when the soft snow starts falling away from the green.]

[oathshackledbird]

[That is...disturbing. Considering how unsettled things are between them, Diarmuid had expected some reaction even if it was her pulling away from his touch, but nothing? Nothing at all?]

Grainne.

[Diarmuid calls her name again, but he knows it's not going to be enough. He needs something more. Something that will reach farther inside of her than just her sense. Something that will call to her instincts too. Perhaps listening to his instincts will be best...

His arms wrap around her from behind and Diarmuid gently pulls her back against himself. His head drops to the level of her ear so she can easily hear his whispered words.]

Grainne. Come back to me. It's cold here alone...

[athousandcurses]

[Inside, she tried to ignore the plea, sinking deeper, but then something else caught her attention. Something else starts dragging her back, and then suddenly she came aware again all at once, gasping softly when she felt the warm arms around her.

Warm, familiar arms that would be entirely too easy to lose herself in again, instead...

No.

The rest of her caught up and she pulls away, feeling instantly guilty for being so close, for something she had no right to.]

Let me be, Diarmuid. I seek my rest...

[As hard as she tries, her voice is shaking underneath the strength she tries to show.]

BOOZE PARTY

[beholdoceanus]

[So an Irishman and a Macedonian walk into a bar -]

[Except it's less of a bar and more of a garden, and the alcohol is in several giant barrels. And even with their differing ranks, Iskander for his part doesn't really care that Diarmuid is a knight and not a king. He's never cared that much for ranks and titles coming between him and someone he considers an equal.]

[Besides, Diarmuid is, in his mind, family to him now. He's still not totally certain where in his 'family' Waver falls - a son, a brother, or what - but it doesn't matter. All that matters right now is sitting and drinking with the other while the sun slips below the horizon.]

[oathshackledbird]

Remember, I never gave you this.

[Diarmuid holds out a picture to Iskander face down as he sits down across from the other man. In the back of his mind, something still wants to say this is weird. Rider is a king and he just a knight, but really, those titles are long gone now. Long gone and buried, just like the war. The only title that is important now is that of 'family.']

It is rare proof that Waver Velvet can smile without his face cracking in half. Mind you, I am not sure how much he had to drink by this point...

[beholdoceanus]

[He takes the picture - carefully, minding his strength - and peers at it. The corner of his mouth twitches, and then he bursts into laughter.]

Excellent! I'll keep this with me.

[Never know when it might come in handy.]

So, Diarmuid - how have you been keeping yourself busy?

[He's not really happy about Waver's work schedule either, but he's not really in a position to argue. He is, however, in a position to keep swiping Waver's history books while he's asleep.]

[oathshackledbird]

Obviously, I have been laying in wait so that I can take pictures of my partner when he is doing rare things like smiling.

[Diarmuid laughs and then shrugs.]

Actually, I have been trying to play distraction to keep people from bothering him too much at the Clock Tower. There is so much to do to get prepared for dismantling the Grail, plus he is still teaching, and watching out for the occasional assassin.

[That last thing makes Diarmuid frown.]

I wish he would let me make an example of a few of them, but he insists on handling it himself, and they are usually smart enough to only attack him when he and I are separated for some reason.

[beholdoceanus]

[His expression becomes much more serious, and he grips his cup a little bit too hard.]

So, going after him, are they? ... If I see one, I'll make an example of them myself.

YOU SAID JEX COULD HAVE SHIPS also high school au

[electrostruck]

[Kanji had been told to meet him up on the roof after school. Diarmuid. The guy he's kind of had a major crush on for the past who even knows how long. And he hasn't even gotten around to saying it outloud. He hasn't even practiced it. But that's not why he's up here. He's supposed to be meeting Dia for a class project. But maybe...

He takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck.]

I... I don't know how to say it...

[Talking to himself on the roof.]

Cause... y... y'mean a lot to me and you're a good friend...

[He shakes his head. And kicks a can off the roof before deciding to let it out all out of him. No one's here. No one can hear him, right?]

I... I... I wanna ask you out, Diarmuid!

[Loud enough for most people to hear. Especially the person who just shut the door.]

Kanji! :-D (Using this account for younger looking Dia icons!)

[thepursued]

[Especially the person who just shut the door and stopped cold in his tracks. Diarmuid's mind had been on the project, but plans for the presentation fly right out of his head when he hears Kanji talking to himself. For a moment, Diarmuid debates answering in a teasing way, but...no. He's known Kanji too long to tease him about something so important. Honestly, it's a little bit of a relief to hear the other boy finally say something.

He's really not as good at hiding it as he thinks he is.]

I hope you are prepared to deal with all the unhappy letters the girls are bound to leave you once they find out.

[In other words, yes, you dork.]

he's so handsome.

[electrostruck]

[He was hoping he'd stay alone up here while he was saying that stuff because he doesn't really want to deal with the consequences of saying it. What if some girl hears it? He doesn't even think about what might happen if Diarmuid hears this. Which is exactly what ends up happening. And when he hears that voice, his entire body gets completely red.

Even if it's something positive.

Especially if it's something positive.

He slowly turns around, his face completely red.]

U... uh... y... y'heard that?

[He's really embarrassed right now, sorry.]

[thepursued]

I heard something.

[Okay, so maybe Diarmuid can't avoid some teasing. If nothing else, it might get Kanji to relax a little.]

If it wasn't you, it might be time to find out who is able to mimic your voice so well...

[He crosses the roof and gives the other boy a gentle smile.]

Is it really so bad I heard? I have been wondering for a little while now...

[electrostruck]

[He'd be more relaxed if Diarmuid hadn't heard him shout it from the roof tops but he breathes a little bit.]

Y... you have?

[He messes up his hair a bit more and just tries to relax. But fails. Miserably. Because he's still having trouble breathing properly.]

...It was really obvious then?

Diarmuid. What-if Sofia is back in Ruby City? Oh noes

[trigram]

[Sofia was all kinds of confused upon arriving back at Ruby City. But it wasn't exactly the same one she memorized. Curious but alert, Sofia summoned her armor that looks darker from use and a bit charred on the chest. Her battery power is low, so she remained cautious and used as much stealth she could until she heard voices from a building near the police station. It seems like there's an event. She heard a familiar voice, talking about a topic she's heard before: spirals. At that moment, she knew Diarmuid is still here. She would say "poor guy", but she's sent back here when she's supposed to be home, so her luck is arguably worse. F-rank Luck, much?

Sofia crouched beside the police station builing, with a jet-black longsword on her back that she acquired back home at the expense of 9 of her drones. She's going to need it to save power. The agent waited until the commotion outside of the building was over so she could enter. So far so good, all that stealth training she hated has paid off or her luck may not be terrible after all. There are some faces she's not familiar with at all, while there are some she somewhat remembers but actively avoids. Still like a socially awkward teenager, suddenly turning around,so her face couldn't be seen by her classmates and avoid conversation.

But suddenly... she saw her kryptonite: food. She's been starving, so all that training and focus to be stealthy flew out the window. Her body felt like it moved on it's own, heading towards that table with things to eat. Rubbing her armored hands while scanning for something to grab, her helmet folded back and reveals her face. ]

I think you mean, Oh yes! Also, dang that is a nice sword!

[oathshackledbird]

[Since the Doctor is judging the match currently in progress, Diarmuid takes his free time to check in on the food table. He wants to make sure that everything is going smoothly for those watching as well as those fighting. As he comes up on the person in armor at the food table, he can't help but smile slightly since the armor reminds him of Sofia's. It's been a while since his friend had been sent away, but he still thinks of her off and on.

Imagine his surprise when the visor opens to show the face of the very person he is thinking about!]

Sofia? Is that really you?

[Will she remember him? That is the next thing...]

Thanks, it's from The Morrigan! >8D

[trigram]

[Just when she bit on her food, she got busted. She's panicking internally, not sure whether to fly out of there or stay and talk. With her mouth still full and chewing, she turned her head slowly to where Diarmuid stands. She gulped before she spoke, and decided to look excited]

O-Oh! Hey... Yeah. It's... me. Hello, Diarmuid.

[She tried]

Very nice! :-)

[oathshackledbird]

[It might have been a while since he saw her last, but Diarmuid can't help but feel she's acting oddly. His surprised look fades and is replaced by a small frown.]

Sofia? Are you all right? Did something happen to you while you were back home?

[She would not be the first to return from being sent home in worse shape than when she left...]

He can touch it if he asks nicely :-)

[trigram]

[Sofia just lightly shook it and looked Diarmuid in the eye. Passing it off as not a big deal by waving her free hand]

Nothing out of the ordinary in my extraordinary life, no.

[She sighed sharply, scratching her right eyebrow with her armored thumb while her other hand still held on to her food]

It's just really strange waking up here again and seeing familiar faces and some changes, all while wondering what has transpired while I was back home and how everyone is doing.