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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Tohko then sighed and scratched her head as she remembered and told Waver what had happened in the past.
"First, in October, it was a Ruana month. She forced quite a few of us to wear costumes and collect certain amounts of candy for certain days. If we didn't, our costume would crush and kill us. We would then come back as a twisted version of that costume.
I..I became a homicidal maid and didn't manage to snap out of it until I killed at least three people. And my best friend lost his free will and broke afterwards. I don't think he ever fully recovered.
The month after that was run by Dax. No events happened. After all, he was the most humane of the five.
In December, Jason took over and made quite a feel people sick, with different symptoms. I lost almost all my senses, and he gave me schizophrenia. Other people suffered illusions.
And, in January, Riki took over and aged peoples bodies and memories to make them believe they had been in the Tower far longer than they actually had been. I wasn't affected, but Diarmuid was. I think..it's been weighing heavily on him."
Tohko then sighed again.
"And that's the sort of thing you're up against here. They've probably done far worse here-I heard Jason experimented on people in the past, putting them in cages and torturing them, but that was before I came here."
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He was definitely not expecting all that, at least.
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"I don't think many people expect this when they first enter the Tower. But..at least you know what these people are like now..and what you're up against."
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..And Tohko would then try to pat Waver on the head. Or, if he was too tall, give him a shoulderpat.
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"Uh...right. Still, if there's anything I can do--I mean, it doesn't quite feel right if things are uneven like this."
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"It doesn't really fell uneven to me."
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"A lot of magi, but not every magi, right? That means you don't have to deal in it either. And I didn't get nothing in return! I got the satisfaction of helping you out and meeting you. That's something."
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"..Well, if you want to subscribe to it, even here, I guess there is something you could help me out with. I've recently lost my daggers helping out a few people fight monsters. If you could..could you help me make two new ones? If it's not too much trouble?"
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..Yes, she named her daggers. Feel free to laugh at her for it.
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"Cute. I could probably manage something, if you have any idea where to find materials. And if you don't mind something more or less patchwork."
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"I'll give it a try. Can't promise they'll be fantastic, but if nothing else I can make sure they don't fall to pieces."
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"Don't worry! I'm sure they'll be fine! Just follow me. The fifteenth floor isn't too far from here, so I can take you there."
And with that, Tohko started walking out of the library, looking back to see if Waver was following her.
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"..I know you deal in eqivalence, but if you ever need my help with anything, let me know, alright? I'm a simple book girl, but I'll try and help.
And..you should be wary of some of the residents here. Ganondorf is a cruel person who just wants to take over this place and rule with an iron fist. He almost turned me into stone, so be careful with him.
Sephiroth may seem nice, but he has a huge god complex, and is annoyed that he wasn't able to destroy his world and remake it as he saw fit. He's a pretty horrible person.
And finally..he's not a horrible person, but be wary of Wilhelm, alright? He was a chessmaster of his universe. Don't accept any deals from him unless you know exactly what you're getting into."
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"...Wait, Sephiroth? That little kid?"
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"Oh, there are two Sephiroths here. The little kid version is fine. He's strong, but his ideals are pretty noble. He's not a bad person. It's the older version that you'll want to watch out for."
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Don't worry about it! It happens!
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