towerofanimus | [closed] // rule the battlefield

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[closed] // rule the battlefield

Characters: Lancer, Other Lancer, and Waver.
Setting: Floor 93 and outside room 4-16
Format: Action if no one objects?
Summary: After monster hunting for a while, Waver properly meets his friend's roommate.
Warnings: Fighting, dumbasses, and fighting dumbasses.

[floor ninety-three]
[It seemed the safest choice as far as terrain went. No sand to provide an unstable foothold, no crystal or any other sort of ground for one to slip around on. Aside from the rain, it seemed the most harmless of floors in a monster-infested tower.]

Now I usually can't stand resorting to this in a fight when it's not necessary. But since you asked to see what I can do, I suppose a small measure of showing off is acceptable.

[He glanced over at Diarmuid with a smirk, the makeshift mercury umbrella quickly shifting as if called to attention by his next words.]

Automatoportum defensio: Dilectus incursio. [Shifting into a fighting stance, Waver seemed oddly at ease for someone moments from a fight to the death against untold horrors.] Now...let's get started, shall we?

[outside room 4-16]

[After quite a bit of fighting and having returned his Mystic Code to the vial he kept it in, Waver walked along beside Diarmuid back to the latter's dormitory room. The ponytailed magus seemed in fairly high spirits, having no concept of the blue-haired trouble incarnate they were about to walk straight into.]

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[Diarmuid is also in high spirits as he walks. Not only had he been impressed at seeing how well the mystic code worked--and secretly relieved that his friend had something so powerful to protect him when Diarmuid himself couldn't be there--but also because the swords Waver had made for him had worked very well. It had taken only a short time for him to get used to their weights, and after that, it had been just like the old days.

Okay, not quite. Neither of the swords have the magical enchantments that the originals had, but that is okay with Diarmuid. Especially, since he will be using them to help teach Ryoji.

And those charms had been nothing to mess around with.

As they near his room, a familiar blue-haired man catches Diarmuid's eye. He reaches out to nudge Waver, and then points, before calling out to his roommate.]

Brother! Do you have a moment?

[Don't mind the fact that Diarmuid is grinning like a child right now. He's still very excited about being able to call his hero that.]

[Lancer, meanwhile, is far more dour than his roommate for a change. His mementos from home were far less water-resistant than Diarmuid's are. Fortunately, he had managed to fish Misaya's pictures and Diarmuid's paper puppies out of his trunk before they could get too water logged. So now he has them wrapped up in foil usually used to cover food.]

[But being able to hear his brother's voice again cheers him up.]

Mm? Yeah, Bro?

[He too is grinning like a child. Or, well, even more like a child then he usually is.]

Hm--this must be the roommate you've told me about, isn't it?

[Waver crossed his arms, amused that the two got along so easily. It was odd to imagine Diarmuid relaxing enough to make friends in a place like this, but a relief to know he had.]

Waver Velvet. We spoke over the network, I believe.

He is. Cu Chulainn, this is Waver Velvet, the elder. And cooler, but don't tell other other one I said that, okay?

[Little Waver hadn't made him a pair of swords that looked so much like his old ones, after all.]

And Waver, this is my brother, Cu Chulainn.

[He doesn't add anything more, though the look in his eyes screams, "I can't believe I can say that."]

[He chuckles a little at Diarmuid's joke. Waver looks almost exactly like the adult Waver from January's experiment...only a little more dignified.]

Like he said. I'm Cu Chulain, Diarmuid's roommate and brother. And yeah, we spoke over the network.

[He walks a little closer to Waver and Diarmuid.]

Hey, Bro, why didn't you tell me about this earlier? I would've gone to congratulate your new Master.

[Unlike Diarmuid, the words come naturally to Cu Chulainn. Probably because he never thought of Diarmuid as a childhood hero.]

...Or did you drag him all the way here so you can introduce him to me?

Pleasure to meet you properly, then.

[Waver snickered at their remarks, though he actually seemed a bit embarrassed by Diarmuid's praise.]

Congratulate? I should hardly think a mere lecturer worthy of praise and congratulations from two great heroes.

Ah...yes, I'm sorry. I just never thought about it I guess.

[A little of his excitement fades into embarrassment at his oversight.]

And he's not my master here. We're friends...

[He looks to Waver.]

Right? You said you would rather be that. It is more important...

[Ah...there is that part of him that still needs a master acting up again. Diarmuid shuts his eyes and pushes it away, smile returning to his face.]

And if not congratulations, then you are definitely deserving of praise! You survived dealing with me, didn't you?

Even if he had no skill, I'd need to congratulate him on his luck. He got you for a Servant, Brother.

[He looks at Diarmuid, and then turns back to Waver. Friend, huh? Well, the more of those his brother had, the better. Especially a seemingly practical person like Waver.]

So yeah, congratulations, Waver. You're lucky.

I'm whatever you want me to be, Diarmuid. [A shrug.] If you want me to act as a Master, I can do that. I'd still treat you like an equal rather than a weapon.

[Casually, he turned back to the other Lancer.]

Of course I'm lucky. I drew the best card of all seven.

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[Diarmuid turns bright red and looks away from them both.]

I-I'm not that great! Really! Just think of all the mistakes I've made! You both could tell each other such things...

[His voice trails off and he looks back up at them, paling, when he realizes what he just said.]

Don't! Please don't!

...It wasn't just the card. It was the hero. You picked a good hero.

[Cu Chulainn's expression is soft...until he sees Diarmuid paling.]

[He gives a barking laugh in response. Then, he walks close to Diarmuid and places a hand on the other Lancer's shoulder.]

If you've made mistakes, then I've made even more. And in a shorter period of time, too.

[After all, Cu Chulainn had lived, at most, for thirty years.]

Heh--relax, Diarmuid. I've been a walking catastrophe myself. You don't have anything to be nervous about.

[Diarmuid pouts slightly at his roommate.]

We all makes mistakes. None are worse than others....just more spectacular. We have make some pretty spectacular ones since coming here haven't we, Brother?

[He tries to laugh, though it's a little forced. It's better than the pouting, though.]

But lets not talk about those things, right? My two favorite people in the tower are meeting. We should talk of happier things. Maybe even happier things over something of an alcoholic nature.

[It's a celebration, right? Then they need to do it correctly especially since there is usually so little to celebrate in the tower.]

[Lancer nods eagerly at the suggestion.]

Yeah, that sounds...

[And then a drop of rain falls onto his nose.]

[He hugs his foil-wrapped papers closer to his body.]

...Sounds great, but what do we do about this rain?

[With his body of flesh, Waver just might catch a cold.]

...Do I need to call the umbrella again?

[Deadpan, but not too put out by the idea.]

Ah...right I hadn't really thought of the rain.

[He pauses to look a little closer at the bundle his roommate is holding.]

Your things? Do you remember the lockers down on the sauna floor that I told you about? That is where I took my things. So far, the lockers seem fairly water-proof. They would have to be considering the nature of the floor. I think your things will be safe there until this passes.

[Diarmuid then points at Waver with a laugh.]

I wouldn't worry about this one. He seems pretty able to take care of himself. Why...there are times when I think he doesn't really need me. He is just humoring me.

[He's actually joking for once, though his smile fades after a moment.]

Good news is, something tells me the bar will be empty of staff and probably of other tower residents in this weather. The bad news? All drinks are going to be watered down by default...

Really? Thanks! I'll go stick these down there then.

[He turns to Waver.]

...Umbrella? Don't see you carrying any of those things.

[And then he turns back to Diarmuid, his grin as bright as ever.]

So? If the drinks are shitty, we can just get drunk off of the atmosphere. It's the people that matter and not the drinks.

[Sigh. Waver took the vial of mercury from his pocket with a look of 'you've got to be kidding me'.]

Honestly, at this point I'd take even a terrible drink over none at all. Especially since I can't find a single pack of cigarettes in this entire place. Fervor mei sanguis.

[As he poured the mercury out (almost casually, at that), it reformed itself into a makeshift shelter over the three of them, extended from the floor.]

[Diarmuid looks up at the shelter grinning. Even though being wet can't make him chilled or sick like it might make someone else, it's nice to have the constant drumming stopped for a little while.]

Why did you start smoking anyway?

[He motions toward the stairwell.]

Do we want to meet up at the bar in a few minutes? If so, I will probably head down to the sauna level with my brother. A certain witch gave me a bottle of Irish cream liqueur not long ago. It is only a small bottle, so it won't last long if we are drinking it straight, but it might help spice up whatever we find since it, at least, won't be watered down.

[Lancer gives an impressed whistle as he sees Waver's mercury dome.]

Pretty neat!

[He shrugs when he hears Diarmuid's commentary on cigarettes.]

He could've picked a worse habit. If mine weren't waterlogged, I'd let you have one.

[Alas, the cigarettes had not survived. He had been too focused on rescuing his mementos.]

...And charming witches this time around, brother? You probably don't need me to tell you to be careful, right?

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[A shrug.]

Seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, you'd be surprised how something that small adds to one's reputation of being someone to avoid.

Anyway, I'll meet you two there?

Ah...reputation. I guess I can see that. Why don't we meet there shortly, then?

[Diarmuid turns to Cu Chulainn and then playfully punches him in the shoulder, blushing slightly.]

I'm not charming witches, thank you very much. She just helped me out once and then sent me that as part of a gift on Valentine's Day. I wish I could have given her more in return, but with the kind of power she has, I guess the thought is probably what counts.

[He scowls slightly as mention of one witch reminds him of what the other witch he knows wants from him. That is one promise he is just going to have to keep breaking no matter how much he hates himself for it...]

[Cu Chulainn's smile dims a little when he sees his brother scowling.]

Hey, what's wrong?

...Diarmuid?

[Waver paused, the slightest bit of concern evident on his face.]

What is it?

A-ah...

[Wow...double the looks of concern. So much for hoping no one noticed.]

It's nothing really. Well...it is. It's just one of those things I have to deal with. During December's event the mess that I was promised a favor to someone. After things passed, I told her I would still grant her that promise since I don't break promises. I just didn't expect...

[He looks away from them, shame coloring his face.]

She calls herself the Endless Witch. I still don't know her real name, but she said the only thing she would take to fill that favor was me as her servant. I....I can't do that. I begged her to pick something else. I knew we would never make it as master and servant because she would make me do the worst things, but it hurts me to break a promise like that.

She knows it too. I think she's just waiting for me to break...

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