[closed] // rule the battlefield

[fionnuisce]

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.]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

Be patient. Attacking when we're not sure she'll even make a first move at all would be equivalent to walking up to Gilgamesh and slapping him in the face.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid puts his arm around his brother's shoulders.]

I have to agree with Waver. Maybe if we leave her be she will just forget? Or more likely, decide I am boring and no longer worth her concern.

[Diarmuid doesn't really believe that will happen, but he has to try and calm his brother down. This is exactly why Diarmuid hadn't told anyone about this. With so much else going on, why make them worry more about something that can't really be changed?]

[puppy_lancer]

[He almost wants to tell Waver that slapping Gilgamesh in the face isn't too hard to do--in fact, he'd be happy to show them right now. But he knows this isn't the time for debating technicalities.]

I'll wait. But I won't just let her be. If she contacts you in any way again, tell me.

[fionnuisce]

[He gave a small nod in agreement, looking to Lancer with a calm but serious stare.]

I want to hear about it too, if that happens.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. He had hoped that maybe he might be able to get them to just agree to let things go for now, and then he could have just not told them about anything else that happened.

So much for that.

He opens his eyes again, giving them both a steady look before speaking.]

I promise. If she contacts me at all, I will let you know. Just please, let things go for now.

[puppy_lancer]

Alright...

[He clutches his bundle a little more tightly.]

So, are we gonna get going?

[He really needs a drink. Not just for celebrating, but for washing away his worry over that Witch.]

[fionnuisce]

Yeah--let's go before this conversation gets any darker, shall we?

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid nods. He is also happy to let things drop. A little liquor sounds really good right now.]

We will meet you there soon. Come, brother.

[He flashes a strained grin at his roommate.]

I will race you.

[And just like that, he's off toward the stairs.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer laughs and follows after his brother.]

Last one to the top has to clean the room!