call me out v. 15.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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[Merlin wakes before Lancelot (who was sleeping on the floor), although only by about a minute or so. It means that when Lancelot starts to stir, and takes in that he is not with his Master and that Merlin is smiling at him, Merlin can immediately cut off his protests.]

"What-"

Your former Master is alive and well, and Mercy healed her after taking her Command Spells, so really you have nothing to complain about. Also, don't yell in here, you'll scare the cats.

[...Lancelot still doesn't look particularly happy about this setup. Can't imagine what he's mad about, really.]

[mementomoritz]

[Logos appears to have taken Lancelot sleeping on the floor as permission to curl up on his chest, forming a tidy and faintly judgemental-looking little three-headed kittyloaf.]

[He is very suspicious of this new thing, who is even larger than Merlin and does not smell right at all.]

[His efforts at being a guard cat probably aren't going to keep Lancelot pinned if he actually wants to move, but at least he's making an effort.]

Good morning~!

[Also, the noise has attracted Mercy.] I found the leftovers in the fridge, does anyone want breakfast?

[...Yeah, she's still holding that specimen jar. She also appears to have attached a series of thin silver wires to the hand inside.]

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[There is a cat on his chest. Even Lancelot knows not to take his confusion and frustration out on an innocent(? it has three heads?) animal, so he carefully picks it up and puts it on the floor before standing.]

"If you want me to obey you, you'll need to use one of those Command Spells."

Lancelot's difficult to manage at first, but he warms up to people over time.

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[And all three of those heads have never done anything wrong, ever, in their life.]

[Logos goes mrrt in a tone of extreme disapproval at being picked up, then stalks off to go twine lovingly around Mercy's ankles.]

Oh, I'm pretty sure I can! I have things all set up to channel magic, see? [Not being able to see the jar clearly was definitely not the problem he had here, but good luck getting her to realize that.] But "obey", hmm... mostly I just want you to not try to kill us again?

[Like, she's not judging, it is a Grail War, but he very much did try to kill them. So, you know. Fair's fair.]

Killing one or both of you would have stopped that pretty well, I guess- but I didn't want to kill Zuri's mom, and I don't think Merlin wanted to kill one of his friends, so this seemed better!

[Depending on how long he spent hanging around his former Master in spirit form, Lancelot may have met Zuri already- or at least seen her. A dutiful daughter, stern and hardworking, clearly the pride of her family... and, despite all logic, something very much like a friend to Mercy.]

[She doesn't have so many of those that she'd be willing to throw one away.]

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[Lancelot has, in fact, met Zuri. He has some idea of what she means to his Master - former Master. And Mercy does not seem like a person capable of any guile.]

"...I wouldn't call Merlin a friend." [Slow, reluctant.] "But I won't fruitlessly attack you again. Being put to sleep that easily was embarrassing."

Well, it is one of my specialties. Though you wouldn't know that, I suppose.

[mementomoritz]

[She really isn't. Endlessly clever, but about as cunning as a rock.]

[She blinks, tilting her head in confusion.]

He wouldn't? I thought you two knew each other when you were alive, didn't you...?

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[Merlin smiles. Even for someone savvier than Mercy, the expression would be impossible to read.]

You said that I abandoned Camelot. That might have been what 'your' Merlin did, but not me. I did everything I could to keep all of you alive.

[Lancelot should be reassured by that. That was what he was bitter at Merlin for. ...So why does he find himself at a loss for words?]

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"Your"... [Mercy frowns.] Exactly... how many Merlins are there? As a rough numerical estimate?

...This isn't getting into alternate universes, is it? Because we had to promise not to allow any kaleido-stuff into the city after the thing with Mr. Zeltretch that one time. Zuri's mom was really serious about that one.

[...it's probably better not to ask.]

[comatoxic]

It's a little bit alternate universes. Sorry.

"...What?" [Lancelot's not following this any better either.]

[mementomoritz]

Well... "a little bit" is probably okay...

[A phrase that has caused incredible amounts of trouble throughout pretty much the entire span of human history.]

So... how did things change, then? And how did you get summoned here? [At least she's pondering it from a scientific perspective, and not an emotional one.]

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The Throne records from all timelines, not just Proper Human History. There's no reason a distinct version of a Heroic Spirit shouldn't be summoned once recorded.

As for changes... As Lancelot says, the 'proper' Merlin abandoned Camelot, and I didn't. That's all there is to it, really.

[Surely the details aren't important.]

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[Mercy goes 'oh!' and makes a note of this in her journal. At least someone understands what the fuck he means about history and timelines?]

Oh, I guess that explains the part I dreamed, then! I thought it didn't seem like any of the stories I'd read about Camelot, but I wasn't sure if it was just history being wrong again.

[Doesn't consider even for a moment that she should maybe... not talk about this openly.]

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"What did you dream of, Lady Mercy?"

You could just ask me, you know.

[Lancelot ignores him.]

[mementomoritz]

You gave the king something to make her sleep.

[A dream, a memory, a point of connection between Servant and Master... and Servant, now that there's a third point in their little tangle.]

Then she didn't wake up, and you told everyone it was a curse? They all seemed really upset...

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"You did what."

See, when you say it like that, it sounds bad. But she was fated to die, and I kept her alive in a pleasant dream. It isn't my fault that I couldn't explain that properly to everyone.

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[Innocently:] Why not?

[It's a genuine question, is the worst part. Why couldn't he just explain that to everyone, if it was all right and it wasn't his fault? She sincerely believes he must have a good explanation for all of it, and she really does want to know.]

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Well, because my king wasn't the only person I wanted to protect? I put you inside that dream too, Lancelot. And Bedivere, and Gawain, and everyone else important who would have died otherwise. And if you know that the dream is a dream, that makes it less stable.

So it wouldn't work right if I told them.

[mementomoritz]

Okay... [Mercy blinks, replying in the slow tone of someone puzzling something out in their head.] That explains why you couldn't tell them about the dream, I guess, but...

Why did you need to put them in a dream to protect them in the first place? If you knew she was fated to die, couldn't you just warn her about that? ...Can fate not find people when they're asleep?

[LISTEN, SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW DESTINY WORKS, SHE'S NOT GOING TO RULE IT OUT.]

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Telling her wouldn't have changed anything. Camelot would still have fallen the way it did for Lancelot here. She would have died on that same bloody hill.

The surest way to avoid fate is to avoid as much contact with the world as possible.

[mementomoritz]

[In the words of philosophers and five-year-olds everywhere:] Why not?

If the king and all the knights knew what was going to happen to them, couldn't they choose differently?

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Why don't you ask one of them? Lancelot?

"I-"

Even without clairvoyance, you must have known that your affair would be discovered eventually. And that in Artoria's position, she would have to punish her unfaithful wife to maintain the dignity of the king - and that your interference could only end badly. But you still took that path.

[mementomoritz]

Hmm-mm... [She frowns thoughtfully.] I'm not sure having bad long-term planning skills is the same thing as ignoring a direct statement of fact, but I guess I see your point.

Putting someone in eternal enchanted sleep without their permission does feel a little, um... [She makes a deeply awkward noncommittal hand gesture, as though trying to convey a concept she has no real natural understanding of.] Ethically sticky, though?

I'm not very good at ethics, that's not really my field- [Yeah, we probably could have guessed that around the time you chopped a woman's hand off, Mercy.] -but I'm almost sure that's the sort of thing you need patient consent for.

Ideally in writing! It's always fine if they sign a form.

[NO IT'S NOT????]

Hypothetically, would you have been willing to sign something for that, Sir Lancelot? [He's probably the expert on his own bad decisions, right?]

[...then again, there are actual Arthurian scholars. She wonders what it would be like to know someone out there has a PhD in analyzing the bad choices you made.]

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"Of course not. That's not much better than dying."

It's quite a bit different, I think you'll find. Death isn't nearly as pleasant of a dream as the ones I give.

[mementomoritz]

Well, it's not like you can know for sure without dying- wait, do you know? [Servants are summoned after their death, right?]

[Frantically flipping to a new page of her notebook and grabbing a pen.] Do you remember what being dead was like? Can you explain it in detail?

[comatoxic]

"No, I can't."

Servants are copies from the Throne of Heroes, so whatever afterlife you'd expect for the original versions, they wouldn't have experienced it.