sarumi | Call Me Out!

[She'd never been to this restaurant before, but she'd heard good things about it from the other girls in her division. The atmosphere upon entering was nice. A little cheesy, but nothing that she couldn't overlook if she was with the right person. However, it was quiet and the staff seemed attentive as she waited to be seated, so she couldn't complain.

Everything was fine until she sat waiting for her foot to arrive, when a stranger approached her table. He obviously wasn't a waiter, and so his presence was completely unexpected.]

Yes, may I help you?

[Accelerator was definitely not in the habit of doing this...but there comes a time in life when you have to step outside the box and do something you wouldn't normally do. Sometimes the box literally throws you out of it and you're wondering what the fuck happened. This is one of those times for Accelerator.]

...So are you tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day.

[He internally facepalms at his cheesiness. This was worse than the time he said "should have trained harder" after throwing a literal train on one the Misaka brats the bastards had him kill.]

[She blinked in confusion at the young man.]

I'm sorry. What?

"...I said nothing."

[That wasn't entirely accurate but he wasn't going to repeat that godawful line again. Maybe he'd get lucky and she hadn't heard him. The hell had he been thinking?]

"Any one sitting here?"

[The stark white empty room is a large contrast to the last thing that Diarmuid remembers. That had been drowning a swirling vortex of anger and hate--red and black dancing and filling his vision. Filling his entire being even.

Of course considering he had just been forced to kill himself by a person he was suppose to be able to trust, his reaction doesn't seem so extreme. As he kneels on the floor, he looks from his hand, to his chest, to the ground, shocked to see that there is blood on none of those things.

Somehow, he is alive again but this feel different. For one thing, he still remembers the past war, so this isn't a resummons to a new war. This is...what exactly?

Diarmuid slowly stands almost expecting to be dizzy since he had been dying and is pleasantly surprised to find he is not. That in itself is enough to make him very wary. Suddenly, his entire presence changes from shock and surprise, to alertness and suspicion. When his eyes settle on the one other thing in the room--a person--they narrow. The person could very well be as confused about things as he is or he might be part of the trap.

Time to find out which.]

What is this place? Do you know?

[The last thing Yata could remember was The Black Dog launching him into Fushimi- and his Homra mark burning against his skin, something that had never happened before. He could remember Fushimi gently telling him Mikoto-san wasn't going to make it after carefully inspecting what was causing him pain. But now...the damn traitor's comforting hand and voice were gone, and he had no idea where the hell he was.]

Eh?

{Maybe Fushimi was gone, but there was a voice. Yata came to the sudden realization that he wasn't even laying on snow anymore. Yet the room he is in is definitely the same color as snow. Was it the actual temperature of the room that made him feverishly shiver or was it some psychological thing, or maybe an actual physical illness?]

N-no...I have no idea where we are...I'm pretty sure I don't even know you...

{He opens his eyes and sits up. The person speaking isn't someone knows- but there is a shadow of blind rage on this guy's face that Yata is all too familiar with. He doesn't point this out or press the issue, however. But it certainly makes him curious.]

No, I don't think there is any way you could know me.

[Diarmuid shakes his head, dismissing any thoughts he had about this person being involved in what was going on. It's quite obvious that he is just as confused as the servant himself is. That also means that he won't know anymore than Diarmuid does when it comes to what is going on here.

Cautiously, he begins to explore the room giving the other man a chance to gather himself since he seems just as dazed as Diarmuid had been moments before. Unfortunately, there isn't a whole lot in the room, though he does notice a small table that he had missed before. As he approaches, he notices there are two letters on the table. One has his name on it and the other a name he doesn't know.]

Are you Misaki Yata by any chance?

[Yata takes a few deep breaths before answering. He'd always been hot tempered, and Kusanagi had taught him long ago that a few deep breaths could clear his head.]

"Yeah, I'm Yata Misaki. But call me Yata or Yatagarasu. I hate that other name."

[He scowls a moment before walking over to the letters.]

I wonder what the fuck this is? You don't look anything like the kind of person I'd be familiar with...yet...at the same time, you do. This is weird as hell.

[Diarmuid hands Yata the letter with his name on it. Once he has, he gives the man a closer look before shaking his head.]

Unless you were a master I did not know from the War, I have no idea how we could know each other. I...did not have the opportunity to meet many people before things ended....

[Darkness and anger enter his eyes, but he pushes them away, instead forcing himself to focus on what is going on currently. He turns his letter over in his hands for a few moments before shrugging.]

I guess we won't learn anything if we don't look, will we?

[She continued to blink at him but nodded at the chair.]

N-no. It's free.

[Yata's not sure what this guy means by "master", but he has a strange feeling there's going to be plenty of time for them to get to know one another. For now, he's just going to assume something that's currently beyond his comprehension and/or prior knowledge is happening. There's no point in trying to understand this with the current information he has. He unfolds the letter and reads it to himself slowly, commenting aloud as he reads.]

...This is some kind of...puzzle tower. And you're my partner.

[There's a pause and he frowns.]

...I don't think the puzzles are supposed to be...pleasant.

...Mind if I have a seat?

[Yes, he's trying to be polite and a gentleman. He's an asshole without any real interest in people- but hey, the whole "fuck everything and be as shitty as possible thing gets old after a while. Especially when its genuine.]

These kinds of puzzles rarely are...

[Diarmuid frowns as he reads over his own copy of the letter. He is a warrior and used to battles, but rarely do his battles have so many unknowns. In fact, they have no idea if they can trust what the letters say as the truth.

He turns to Yata, his expression serious.]

Since we are to be partners, before we begin it would probably be wise to learn a little about each other. How well do you fight if you don't mind me asking.

[She took a long, hard look at the young man before her. It was obvious that there was something on his mind besides just wanting to sit across from her.]

Certainly, after you tell me your name.

[At this Yata brims with pride and seems to perk up at the idea of combat.]

I'm smaller than I look but I'm a vanguard of a large group of men who do nothing but fight!

[Yata looks around, as though looking for something.]

I usually have a skateboard and a baseball bat. Unless there's one around here, it might really affect how well I can handle whatever these idiots throw at us. What about you?

[Diarmuid bows his head to the boy as a mark of respect. Yata might not seem like a fighter as he says, but Diarmuid knows well just how deceiving body size can be.]

I was once called The First Warrior of the Fianna. The Fianna were the best warriors--heroes really--that Ancient Ireland had to offer. You will not find me lacking in battle skill or strategy.

[He looks around the room quickly and then shakes his head.]

Unfortunately, I do not see anything like a skateboard or bat. Maybe one of the floors might hold something like that?

[Yata suppresses the urge to giggle. A real knight? That was cool! The only think Yata knew of knights, kings, and clans was his beloved Homra. Homra was far less glamourous that Yata made it out to be in his head, so meeting this guy was like a dream come true.]

What kinds of weapons do you use? I bet you use knight-y stuff like swords and a suit of armor! Maybe we will be armed later. Oh I hope we don't have to "find" our weapons. That would be a fucking pain.

Fortunately for us, this is my armor. It is stronger than it looks made for protection, but also so that it would not hinder my mobility since speed and agility are my strongest skills. As for my weapon, unless they can sever it from my soul, they cannot take it from me.

[Diarmuid holds out his hand and a moment later a long red spear appears in it. He seems pleased to see the weapon, but his expression saddens a moment later.]

It is a shame. It seems her sister is not to be returned to me here. I suppose it was too much to hope for.

[Yata thinks making his weapon appear out of thin air is just about the coolest thing he's seen since Mikoto-san caught a glass bottle he'd thrown and melted it with his kingly aura. His face is flushed with excitement.]

Ooooh that's awesome, nii-san!

[Maybe it's too soon to call this guy his older brother but he already feels a kinship and didn't this guy day he was ancient Irish? Maybe he didn't know what that meant.]

You had another one?

[Diarmuid smiles when Yata calls him brother. It is a nostalgic feeling. Everyone in the Fianna had considered themselves family and it has been too long since he has been called brother--even if it is in a different language now.]

Yes, I generally duel-wield spears, though I can duel-wield swords as well. Unfortunately, I was called here from a war and during that war i was forced to sacrifice my other spear so that a great monster could be defeated. I do not regret doing it, but that weapon had been a part of me for a very long time. I miss her.

[Yata had never referred to a weapon as a person before, but he could imagine doing just a thing should he ever come across a splendid enough weapon. He'd heard the shitty Blues named their swords. Yata didn't like knives or swords...they reminded him too much of the damn traitor. But he could see himself using a spear like this guy's. It was even red, just like Homra!]

Is there any way to get it back at all?

I expect not.

[Diarmuid sadly looks at the spear resting in his hand.]

The gods and magics that first made both of my spears sleep far away now from what I understand of how the world has changed since I first walked it. It would likely take a miracle of some kind especially since they are now different from what they once were. However, if the Throne of Heroes can record the souls of the world's heroes perhaps it can return my spear to me once I return to it. I would say recording souls is magic on the level of a miracle, wouldn't you?

Gods? Aren't they always around even if they are sleeping and will do things for you if you ask and promise to serve them?

[A confused expression crosses Yata's face.]

Maybe I'm thinking of the wrong god but maybe they will help you if you ask and give them praise or whatever?

[Diarmuid chuckles lightly.]

Gods and Goddesses vary just as much as the worlds they come from do, but I think those things you mention are generally true for most of them. However, I think the rules change a little when your father is a god.

[His eyes grow distant for a moment.]

There was only one day of my life during which my father did not watch over me. I...would certainly not mind having his guidance and protection now as it has saved me more than once in the past.

...So you're half god? I'm guessing that's why you can come from the past? Do you have any special powers other than that thing with your weapons?

[Yata's genuinely curious. He doesn't think about the other man not wanting to talk about it.]

Also, what would you like me to call you? I can just stick with nii-san if you'd like...

Call Me Out!

Accelerator, please? Random scenario 3, 5 (Bad pick up lines.... Him, please?)

hahahaha this is going to be awkward and fun lmao crack thread ahoy

Oh, god, yes, this is fun!

and here we go

Yata! There is no escaping the horror... (Even if it is new horror.)

Poor Dia!

What is his life even? X.x

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Hehe, sorry, but stress was bad for tag drive

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its cool

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