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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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Waver sighed, setting a few different selections of metal on the nearest table as she picked up a few other things; material for a handle, by the look of it.
"It's a Mystic Code called 'Volumen Hydragyrum'. The person I inherited it from is someone both Diarmuid and my other self have every reason to hate; besides, there's a lot about me they don't know and I'm not sure how to explain."
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"Well, while I would like to hear the long version, it's good that it won't hurt you. And I would tell you to explain it carefully to them..but, to be fair, I really don't know much about Diarmuid's background in the War. Do what you think would be best. I'll keep my mouth shut for you, so don't worry."
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"Oh, no problem! I'm always happy to help. And it's just my opinion..but you might want to choose your younger self first before Diarmuid. He might handle it a bit better than Diarmuid would."
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If Waver knew himself (and he sure hoped he did) the knowledge that he'd take Kayneth's title, position as lecturer, and Mystic Code might just outright give him a stroke.
...Actually, it might just make Diarmuid faint too.
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At that Tohko sighed and scratched her head, but the smile didn't leave her face.
"I always am here. However, you might be surprised too. The young Waver here does some dumb things sometimes, but he's not the type to faint when something shocking comes up."
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If it wasn't obvious that Tohko was a good friend of the younger Waver, the evidence was all here now.
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"He's kind of a screwup now, but if he manages to straighten himself out he'll be fine. I'm still alive, at least."
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"Well, if you're still alive, then I would have to say that he does manage to get himself straightened out someday!"
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Well, it might be easier to tell if you smiled while you told your joke! That way, people would know!
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[Waver examined one particular piece of metal before holding it out to the side at arm's length.]
Dilectus incursio. Scalp.
[At his oddly casual command, the mercury girl's left arm turned into what almost looked like a whip, moving at lightning speed to slice apart the metal in Waver's hand. In a matter of two or three seconds, he was left examining a vaguely knife-shaped scrap of metal as she returned to normal and stood by.]
...huh, not bad. I think my aim's gotten better.
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That's pretty good! I'm glad to hear it!
[Having found a good piece of scrap metal, Toho would nod to herself and hold the metal out to the mercury woman.]
Dilectus incursio. Scalp.
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Heh--sorry. It only does that for me.
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I see. I should have guessed that! It wouldn't do to have a tool that obeyed multiple people. I'm sorry though..I saw you do it and got an itch to try it myself.