towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Waver Velvet and open
Setting: Floors 14, 45, 19 and 43 or anywhere else
Format: Starting with action but I can match
Summary: Waver's been in the tower for twenty years and become a grumpy bum. Replies will come from

achillean
Warnings: Nothing really, I don't think.

Floor 14
[Is there really someone sitting in front of a tv with a Playstation controller in hand...in boxers and an undershirt? Yup, there sure is. And that person is Waver. Poor posture and everything. Although it might be hard to some to recognise him as Waver Velvet at first, as he's aged twenty years. His hair grown out past his waist, and being nearly a foot taller are the major points. Care to join? Sure you do.]

Floor 45
[Waver stands at the windows, looking out to the clouds as he thinks. The faceless creatures occasionally watch him, but he pays it no mind, and even chuckles to himself in thinking of his first day in the tower and how afraid he had been. Looking down at what little of the world below he can see through the clouds is a good way to problem-solve, or work out a plan for his next lesson, letting his mind wander. Today, though, he's thinking about what his life could have been outside the tower. Remaining with Rider and those he had met in the Tower of Animus certainly did him good, but if it all had never happened, where would he be? There's no use in wishing for that, or to go home, he's seen the ruins of his world firsthand now. But the thought is an interesting one nonetheless, and something difficult to turn away from. Especially when he's now spent longer in the tower than he'd spent at home.]

Floor 19
[An average day for Waver has always involved plenty of reading. Finding very few other spots in which he can concentrate without being bothered by the tower, or people in the tower, he sits in the library with a magic text of his own. He jots down notes in a notebook as he goes. There are enough magi in the tower to bounce his ideas off of from time to time, as he still strongly believes study can create a great magus. These days it's all a matter of getting any new books from home. Luckily he's received a few at Christmas from the administrators, and has several others piled up on the table. Although a nearly tattered copy of The Iliad sits among them. He's also lighted a cigar and sits with it in his mouth almost the entire time, with no regard for the fact that a library probably isn't the best place to be smoking.]

Floor 43
[In the evening, Waver takes a plate of food up to the cells, as he thinks Ryuunosuke has been locked in one for some time, and can't allow him to starve in there and end up free again. He carries it nonchalantly through the tower, taking the elevator to floor 41 and walking the rest of the way. But when he gets there, and sees the cells all empty, the doors simply hanging open, he drops the plate, sending it crashing to the ground.]

Shit--

[Had someone let Ryuunosuke out? He has to find him right away, before he can hurt anyone, any of the children he tutors.

He can be found all around the tower, desperately looking for the one he should be watching, and cursing under his breath the whole time.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Indeed it is. He holds it out to Waver.]

A fighting game? Any of the characters have good moves?

[He takes it, holding it up for a moment in a 'cheers' motion and giving a nod before taking a drink and setting it aside.]

Are you kidding? This is good moves: the game.

[Lancer returns the courtesy before taking a drink of his own.]

Then show me a couple. Let me see if they can match up to the stuff that Servants can do.

[~~oh no I haven't played Mortal Kombat in ages~~]

Sure, you're in for a treat. It's way over the top.

[Get ready for some excessive, ridiculous gore as he starts up single player mode, making sure to use plenty of special moves and magic-type attacks. And it wouldn't be Mortal Kombat without the ever-famous Fatality at the end. Who'd think someone like Waver would like this game and not be entirely disgusted with it.]

[A quick, impressed whistle. When you're a mythological hero, there's pretty much nothing that can be called over the top as far as violence goes.]

Looks neat. Reminds me of some of the stuff that happened back in my place.

[Some of the stuff that happened in the Tower as well, what with the experiments making people crazy and all.]

Did you often tear heads of with your bare hands?

[He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. He doesn't mind it because it's ridiculous. Even if sometimes the amount of gore and violence in the tower was pretty out there, it's still not the same.]

I probably did when I was losing it. Can't remember doing it when I sane, but...I killed a guy by throwing a sharpened holly twig over my shoulder once.

[The way he says it might sound like he's joking, but it's actually true. Lancer did some crazy stuff back in his lifetime.]

Are you sure you want to give away parts of your legend to me? I might figure it out.

Well, you haven't figured it out thus far. Besides, there's no Grail War. You've got no reason to send Rider after me.

[And even if he did have to fight Rider, it would be fun.]

You know he wouldn't listen to me either way even if I still held rights as his Master. But what if word got around to the other Masters and Servants?

Well, first off, I'd be pretty disappointed in you for spreading rumors about me. Second off, I'd just take care of any Servants stupid enough to come after me or Ayaka.

I never said I would be spreading rumours, they have a way of spreading themselves.

[He stands up from his seated position and takes a quick look around before sitting back down.]

Can't see anything listening in.

Does that mean you're planning to tell me?

Maybe.

[He takes a quick sip of his alcohol. Maybe he'll tell if he's drunk enough.]