☿ // point zero

[fionnuisce]

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?]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

Diarmuid....come on, don't just--

[Oh, goddammit.]

You idiot. You really think I'd leave you behind?

[oathshackledbird]

I'm sorry.

[Diarmuid reaches up and rubs at his eyes trying desperately to stop the tears.]

I know. I should be stronger. I shouldn't be breaking down like this, but when I decided that my goal would be to help people until we could find a way to go home, I just accepted that I would either be stuck here or just...end. As much as it hurt, I just accepted that. That's one reason I was denying myself so much. Why should I have anything or waste time on myself when I was just going to disappear?

It was wrong, I know, but...

[He falls silent and shuts his eyes trying to pull himself together by using Waver's calming presence as an anchor.]

[fionnuisce]

...you're such an idiot sometimes, you know that?

[Waver sighed, forcing himself to keep his own composure. Nobody needed both of them cracking, after all.]

There's no shame in breaking down. Nobody can stay composed permanently, least of all in a place like this. If you're hurt, go ahead and cry about it. I won't think less of anyone for that.

But listen: Master and Servant should be able to share in everything--victory and defeat all the same. If you have to stay here, so will I.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods slowly in agreement with Waver's words until he gets to the part about staying behind if Diarmuid can't leave. When he hears that, Diarmuid sits up and shakes his head, wiping away the last of his tears.]

No, I appreciate your offer, but I can't let you do that. There is too much you have to do back on your world. If you don't deal with the Grail, who will? I can't let you sacrifice all of that just so I won't be alone. You will remember me, right? That will be the important thing.

[Though, even as he says it, Diarmuid feels an emptiness in his stomach. It's true. He wouldn't want Waver to stay here just because of him. Not with all the other man has to do back on his world, but the last thing Diarmuid wants it to be alone--to be abandoned--again.]

[fionnuisce]

I know, but I-I can't just leave you here if you really won't be able to come back with me.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shakes his head sadly.]

All those people versus one life. You and I both know that wouldn't be right. Especially not since I have already lived not once, not twice, but three times.

[He pauses and then puts out a hand to gently touch Waver's face.]

I know. You are going to say that I'm still important. You will just have to promise me you will find you way back to me or find a way to call me to you someday once your work is done. That's all there is to it, right? If you are going to break the rules, break them all.

[fionnuisce]

...yeah. If I can't bring you home from here, I'll drag you there myself.

[He put a hand over Diarmuid's with a shaky laugh, having a difficult time keeping his own composure in place now.]

But we don't...have to worry about that right now. We should be more concerned with getting everyone out of here, right?

[oathshackledbird]

Yes, you are right. There is a long way to go yet before we get to that point.

[He smiles gently at Waver.]

Hey, if you need to let it out, do it. You know I won't judge you for it. You have as much right as I do and it will make you feel better afterward. Holding it inside in this place...it just doesn't do any good. Somehow the tower always finds a way to feed on those inner feelings no matter how hard you try to hide or deny them.

[fionnuisce]

I'm...fine. Really.

[For all that he said--and really did believe--about emotions and the like, Waver was accustomed to being in a position where he simply couldn't wear his proverbial heart on his sleeve. No one would respect a lord that fell apart at the drop of a hat; he was already pushing it by lacking natural magic talent.]

[oathshackledbird]

Yes, just as I am fine.

[There is no mocking or any such similar negative tone in Diarmuid's voice. He is merely stating a fact and a sad one at that.]

What you do is your choice. I will not force anything on you. I just think it would be wiser to let out those emotions now when you are safe and with a friend then to be forced to face them by the tower in a lot less safe environment.

[fionnuisce]

...maybe later.

[He sighed--it was hard not to be anything but honest with Lancer.]

It's a difficult habit to break.

[oathshackledbird]

I understand. I really do.

[Diarmuid smiles, the look on his face backing up his words.]

Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. Just, when you are ready, please be sure to come to me.

[fionnuisce]

Only if you promise to do the same with me. Fair?

[oathshackledbird]

I promise.

[He laughs and there is actually joy in his laughter.]

And I apologize in advance for crying all over you. You may wish to see if you can't find a way to waterproof your clothing.

[fionnuisce]

Don't worry about it. I seriously doubt it'll damage anything.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's smile widens.]

I know. I was joking as scary and unbelievable a concept as that may be.

[fionnuisce]

Your sense of humor's as bad as mine. We'll have to work on those.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs.]

You do like setting impossible tasks for yourself, don't you? Well, I guess practice does make perfect as they say.

[fionnuisce]

Like it? I guess I just might.

[oathshackledbird]

Well, I certainly don't mind challenges, and you don't seem to either. I mean, you did set out to try and win a war with just me, and I'm not just being humble here. Compared to someone like Archer or Saber, I'm not exactly the strongest servant.

[fionnuisce]

I'm a terrible magus, and look how far that's gotten me.

[oathshackledbird]

Pretty far it seems, and I don't just mean vertically from the floor...

[fionnuisce]

Hey, hey, enough with the height jokes for one day, alright?

My point is, it doesn't matter worth a damn how strong you are. Just that you know how to use whatever you have.

[oathshackledbird]

Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I'm done now with the height jokes.

[Diarmuid grins a little sheepishly before turning more serious.]

Strategy is something I've always been good at. It's just frustratingly hard to use here because of all the unknowns and lack of control. I mean, just when you think you have some things figured out one administrator eats another one. That kind of...yeah...

[fionnuisce]

...That does tend to throw a wrench in the usual works, doesn't it?