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towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:56 am
nonacquiescent) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 01:56 am
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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 fromachillean
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.]
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.]
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[He sticks his hands in his pockets and sighs. This Lancer is difficult to deal with...]
You put words in my mouth. And, if you mean to compare me to Kayneth, we're nothing alike. Even if I could escape, I don't think I would want to, assuming I could save only myself.
He's trying so hard to piss Waver off... X.x
[He scoffs at the other man.]
You say that to make yourself feel better, but I have the feeling it's not true. All of you mages are alike. You think you know it all and you are always right. Even now you insist that I am the one who must be wrong and not you. It makes me sick! You are just like him. He would be so proud.
sorry that was easier to do '20 years ago'...
I'm only saying the possibility is there. You're just as set on believing yourself to be right, and you're no magus. What human doesn't want to be right? I'll never be the same sort of man Kayneth was, his faults were much greater than human nature.
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Could there actually be another reason?]
Perhaps you...are right. I don't remember everything, though I had blamed that on other things. Maybe that is what they wanted me to do. I wouldn't put a distraction like that passed them. Though, they maybe using a similar tactic to distract you as well. For all we know, the actual amount of time that has passed in somewhere in between what we both think is right.
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[Lancer takes a deep breath and looks back out the window, his gaze unfocused. After a few moments of silence, he speaks with a soft voice.]
Sorry, comparing you to Kayneth was out of line. I had no right to say it. It seems I'm having a harder and harder time properly directing my anger as time goes by.