towerofanimus | [OPEN] MAGICAL MIDGET ADVENTURES... STARTO!

Characters: [AU7] Waver Velvet, OPEN
Setting: Dormitory floors, fourth floor, random floors.
Format: Action
Summary: Waver searches for her family, sulks around as Wavers do, and then explores a little.
Warnings: May include monsters etc. I'll update accordingly.

Dormitories

[Waver doesn't want to believe what she's been told. It would be so much easier to tell herself this is a prank, or she's being held for ransom, or... something. And that's why, as soon as she's able, the magus wanders the dormitory floors with only one goal on her mind...]

Brother! Brother? Derry! Where have you gone? Derry...!

[The girl's search for her sibling is more than a little frantic, and she'll stop to ask anyone if they've seen him, whether she recognises them or not.]

Floor 4

[After giving up her search, Waver can be found sulking in an out-of-the-way chair with her bowl of oatmeal and a small pile of books pilfered from the library. Every now and then she makes a note of something on her phone, but for the most part she just looks like your average Waver, trying to distract herself.]

???

[Eventually she'll get bored with reading and attempt to go exploring. She's not daft enough to leave the stairs on any floor that looks suspicious, but sometimes things don't go according to plan, do they? It only occurs to her after some time that she should probably rush back to her room before nightfall, if what she heard was true...]

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...Close enough.

[She wasn't entirely wrong...the 'future' part was at least correct.]

Hah! And they said I'd grow out of it...! I told them I wouldn't let them do whatever they wanted with my life or Derry's!

[VICTORY]

...Papa wasn't too put out with me, was he? Ah, I hope I didn't give him a heart attack...

I'd explain the details, but...again, you wouldn't believe me.

That's still very old codger of you. My brother is a Heroic Spirit, you know.

...

[Siiiiiiiigh. If you're going to be a jerk about it:]

I'm from an alternate world where Kayneth didn't have kids, Diarmuid was a Servant, and I was his Master.

Why would you want to have Derry for a servant? I love him more than anything in the world, but let's be perfectly honest here; he's terribly clumsy and he can't clean up to save his life.

[She focuses on the important bits.]

[Blink blink.]

Define 'Servant'.

Sort of like a maid, only without the frilly dress, and not competent enough to be a butler?

[Facepalm.]

Not quite the same thing. But never mind, that's not very important right now.

It's important to me! I don't want my brother to be your terrible butler!

It's not the same thing, so just drop it for now, alright?!

I won't! You'd better not be mistreating my brother, or I'll... I'll turn your hair pink! Don't think for a second that I won't!

Will you calm down?! Diarmuid's the only friend I have, I'm not going to mistreat him!

...That's awfully sad, old codger. I'll be your friend, too.

[FACE IN HANDS]

Goddammit I don't want any more friends, my name's Waver, and I am not old!

Well my name is Waver too and I have lots of friends. You'll just have to deal with being one of them.

[And then she pauses, pursing her lips.]

I suppose that means you're me, then. Old codger, bloke me.

[if there were windows, he'd contemplate throwing you out of one.]

Waver Velvet, Lord El-Melloi the second. Pleasure to meet you.

[Most people frown on self-harm, you know.]

Waver Archibald El-Melloi, pleasure to meet you too. That's going to get confusing right quick, though.

[She's going to contemplate this one for a moment.]

I can't think of any way to shorten your name that wouldn't sound girlish, stupid, or rude, so maybe we should shorten mine.

Look, strange as it is we might as well just call each other Waver.

Old codger it is, then.

...I will find the roof of this tower solely to throw you off it. Please don't provoke me.

Oh? Am I already worth so much of your time and effort?

Excuse me if I don't take well to being insulted.

If you didn't act like a put-upon, grumpy old man, I wouldn't be inclined to call you one.

I am not grumpy.

[>:C]

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