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towerofanimus2013-03-06 09:29 pm
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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I have not seen the end of the War in my Master's world. I came to this place from a Battle against Archer, and Saber as well, truth be told.
I have heard it said that in the Future, the Grail is revealed to be corrupt. Have you heard of such a thing, Magus?
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What reason do you have, then? When I first heard of it, I could scarce believe it was possible to corrupt such an object, a holy thing.
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[A sigh.] I don't know exactly what happened or who won the night the war ended, but...there was this terrible disaster in Fuyuki that night. Yeah, maybe it could have been caused by a Servant, but...I feel like there was more to it than that.
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I find that difficult to believe, but I will take your word.
[A disaster-- and no knowledge of the winner of the Grail. What could such events mean?]
A Servant could not have destroyed the Grail, corrupted or no. What is it that you have in your mind, then?
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At least, that's my best guess on the matter.
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What of you, then-- would you have had your Servant destroy the Grail?
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What of the wishes of your Servant-- are you so sure he would be of a like mind to yours concerning the Grail?
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Apologies for the lag! RL interference.
From what I know of Diarmuid Ua Dubhine, that might well be true. He is both fierce and steadfast, and has done much to aid my Master here in my absence. I'm sure that he did his utmost to prevail for you in your War, and would have shared your mind if he thought your cause an honorable one.
no problem, it happens
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[A thought occurs.]
My Master is here in this place as well. Tell me, have you met the man?
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Talk of the quality and suitability of Masters and Servants both reminded of my own.
I suppose I should say "both" of my own, though it is strange to me.
Tell me, did you set eyes on my Master in your War? And was I his Servant then?
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[Waver seemed a little uneasy, though his voice remained calm.]
And no. You were Kayneth's Servant, though what possessed him to summon a Berserker is well beyond me... I don't mean anything personal by that, don't get me wrong.
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After he'd only just had the man's name on his lips, too.]
As I know both what and who I am, I take no offense. I'm sure I cannot say what possessed him, since I know the man only by his poor reputation. Do you mean to tell me I was defeated, then-- by your Lancer?
If so, he must have made ill use of me indeed.
[Lancelot has come to respect Diarmuid Ua Dubhine as a warrior and as a man since coming to this place-- but those sentiments do not bear on the fact that he judges the Servant no threat in a contest. Arrogant? Why certainly.]
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[Waver looked as though he wanted to add a sarcastic remark about how it could have been possible for Lancer to win against Berserker, but self-preservation won out and he stopped there.]
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Though I have also heard that it ran otherwise, and that we took the Grail the once.
[Lancelot seems at once proud and sadly bewildered concerning his victory. Though the Enhancement Maddens him and brings forward all that his darkest in him, it does not necessarily reflect his true desires. If he is to fall to anyone in any War, let it be to Arthur. Always to Arthur.]
Who did defeat you then, Waver Velvet? For a Lancer with a worthy Master is no mean opponent.
[Credit where credit is due.]
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It was Saber.
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It is of no matter, forgive my bitter words. I know that some here believe my-- current Master and myself incapable of winning the Grail, cursed thing though it be. It was gratifying to hear of a different outcome from the Other.
But if I fell to Saber in your War, then there is-- satisfaction in that as well.
[He does wonder if they were able to speak, before the end. But he is doubtful that Waver Velvet would know-- or whether the man ever even knew Saber's identity.]