Lord El-Melloi II [AU] (
fionnuisce) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-03-06 09:29 pm
☿ // point zero
Characters: Waver and open!
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: Professor Charisma does some exploring. And science. Magic science.i have no self control so wow this got up quick
Warnings: None yet.
[dorm room 3-10]
[Sleep paralysis on its own was enough to put him on edge. Was this some kind of ill-conceived attack with magecraft? No, that wasn't likely--if it was and his would-be opponent had an ounce of sense in their heads, he'd be dead already. In the moments it took him to properly regain his senses, Waver ran through a list of hypothetical causes for this problem...each as unlikely as the last.]
[Finally, he was able to sit up and brush long, disheveled black hair from his face. Now that it occurred to him, Waver couldn't even remember having fallen asleep to begin with. Hadn't he only just been leaving a lecture hall in the Clock Tower? If he'd fainted, this didn't seem like any infirmary they had to his knowledge. As he considered the matter, Waver idly trailed a hand to the back of his own neck and froze. Though the collar's presence disturbed him, he could figure that out later. What caused him to halt in place wasn't the presence of something foreign, but the absence of something familiar.]
That's not possible. It's gone, how the hell can it possibly-- [He muttered under his breath for a second, double checking to be sure whatever it was (likely a necklace of some kind, from how he was acting) had actually gone missing.]
[One might find him shortly after that, rummaging through his trunk with some very determined sense of urgency.]
[floor eighty-one]
[Standing before the windows and looking skyward was one unfazed lecturer in a dark green suit, black hair tied in a long ponytail and sunglasses resting on top of his head. In his hands are a pen and small notebook, and every few minutes he pauses to take something down in chickenscratch handwriting.]
[floor twenty-five]
[Here, said ponytailed and sunglasses-wearing individual seems to be doing something a little strange. Namely, something with a case full of glass vials and liquids that might scream 'mad scientist'.]
[Or 'alchemist', if one knew better.]
[Whatever method he was using, Waver seemed to be analyzing a few specific flowers in the meadow, presumably to determine whether they were magical or supernatural in origin.]
[Judging by the frustrated look on his face? They're probably not.]
[floor three]
[A library; the natural habitat of clever people, especially this one in particular. He examined the shelves with a critical look, a small pile of books on the table nearby. Whatever he's actually looking for, it doesn't seem he's able to find it. He adjusted the sunglasses on his head as though doing so was some odd habit, scowling in faint aggravation.]
[anywhere else]
[Of course, anyone doing this much exploring is bound to run into monsters. Maybe he's on his own, or maybe he stopped to defend someone else. Whatever the case, he shifted into a fighting stance as though it were second nature and immediately moved to take down the enemy before him with swift, precise strikes.]
[When the monster had been taken down and the danger was momentarily avoided, Waver straightened up and did little more than dust off his dark green suit with a completely unfazed look.]
[Yeah. Totally a thing that happens every day, right?]
Format: I'll try to match.
Summary: Professor Charisma does some exploring. And science. Magic science.
Warnings: None yet.
[dorm room 3-10]
[Sleep paralysis on its own was enough to put him on edge. Was this some kind of ill-conceived attack with magecraft? No, that wasn't likely--if it was and his would-be opponent had an ounce of sense in their heads, he'd be dead already. In the moments it took him to properly regain his senses, Waver ran through a list of hypothetical causes for this problem...each as unlikely as the last.]
[Finally, he was able to sit up and brush long, disheveled black hair from his face. Now that it occurred to him, Waver couldn't even remember having fallen asleep to begin with. Hadn't he only just been leaving a lecture hall in the Clock Tower? If he'd fainted, this didn't seem like any infirmary they had to his knowledge. As he considered the matter, Waver idly trailed a hand to the back of his own neck and froze. Though the collar's presence disturbed him, he could figure that out later. What caused him to halt in place wasn't the presence of something foreign, but the absence of something familiar.]
That's not possible. It's gone, how the hell can it possibly-- [He muttered under his breath for a second, double checking to be sure whatever it was (likely a necklace of some kind, from how he was acting) had actually gone missing.]
[One might find him shortly after that, rummaging through his trunk with some very determined sense of urgency.]
[floor eighty-one]
[Standing before the windows and looking skyward was one unfazed lecturer in a dark green suit, black hair tied in a long ponytail and sunglasses resting on top of his head. In his hands are a pen and small notebook, and every few minutes he pauses to take something down in chickenscratch handwriting.]
[floor twenty-five]
[Here, said ponytailed and sunglasses-wearing individual seems to be doing something a little strange. Namely, something with a case full of glass vials and liquids that might scream 'mad scientist'.]
[Or 'alchemist', if one knew better.]
[Whatever method he was using, Waver seemed to be analyzing a few specific flowers in the meadow, presumably to determine whether they were magical or supernatural in origin.]
[Judging by the frustrated look on his face? They're probably not.]
[floor three]
[A library; the natural habitat of clever people, especially this one in particular. He examined the shelves with a critical look, a small pile of books on the table nearby. Whatever he's actually looking for, it doesn't seem he's able to find it. He adjusted the sunglasses on his head as though doing so was some odd habit, scowling in faint aggravation.]
[anywhere else]
[Of course, anyone doing this much exploring is bound to run into monsters. Maybe he's on his own, or maybe he stopped to defend someone else. Whatever the case, he shifted into a fighting stance as though it were second nature and immediately moved to take down the enemy before him with swift, precise strikes.]
[When the monster had been taken down and the danger was momentarily avoided, Waver straightened up and did little more than dust off his dark green suit with a completely unfazed look.]
[Yeah. Totally a thing that happens every day, right?]

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...great. So they had beings on the potential level of Magicians, probably even Dead Apostles.
"Yeah--frankly I'd worry about that."
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Tohko was always interested in learning about these sorts of things, even if she couldn't use them. However, Tohko sighed in frustration at that last comment.
"Everyone here is, especially since it seems that Ruana got stronger after she killed and ate Dax. She might have absorbed his powers."
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"Alright then. I wonder if he'll be pulled to this place someday?"
Tohko stopped musing to herself and sighed, trying to snap out of it.
"Do you have any other questions? Or anything I can help out with at all? And..what's with the sunglasses?"
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Shrugging, Waver adjusted the sunglasses on his head again.
"They belonged to a friend of mine--I just kind of got accustomed to holding on to them. I think we covered most of what I needed to know right away, at any rate."
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Tohko looked a little bit..puzzled.
"Ah, alright then. That's good to hear..but I didn't know Alexander liked wearing sunglasses."
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He didn't sound impatient, exactly--just a little tired of repeating himself.
"I didn't summon Rider in my world. I was Lancer's Master."
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"Oh, alright then! It's fine if you keep it short..you're probably sick of repeating yourself to so many people. But I imagine you and Diarmuid were a good team. I could see you two working well together, after awhile."
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Tohko had the urge to ask about Waver's war and what other differences there were, but she bit it back. She had to stop being so nosy sometimes.
"I'm guessing he wore the sunglasses to hide his spot then."
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Waver sighed in exasperation.
"For someone that smart, he's really an idiot sometimes."
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"That does sound like him. I can believe that he sounded like that..I wonder if he actually thought about covering them up or not?
But..I guess that means you two got along well, after a little while. Even though you're both smart, you both do foolish things sometimes, but not often. You both are pretty accepting of other people too..at least, the Waver I know is."
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"How was he frustrating?"
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"It is low..I myself have tried to help him with it on a few occasions. It's not really annoying..but it is worrisome. Could you give me any tips? You might know a thing or two that I don't that could help him out!"
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"..Thanks. The same to you. Everyone here needs a lot of luck."
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"Well, if you want, you can borrow some of mine! I admit, I have a bit more luck than some."
This reminded her of a similar conversation she had with Lancer. Not the one this Waver was a Master of.
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Don't worry about it! It happens!
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