towerofanimus | Finally, another party

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Finally, another party

Characters: ProtoLancer

puppy_lancer, Zero Lancer

oathshackledbird and anyone interested in attending a birthday party. Details here.
Setting: Meadow
Format: Anything goes
Summary: Lancer throws his brother a party. Everyone can come except for the Archer (meaning they can come crash the party anyways)! Feel free to tag into any of the threads set up or invent your own scenario.
Warnings: None yet!

[It had taken some preparing, but the party was finally set up in a satisfactory way. There was a table for food and drink dragged in from the cafeteria, a wooden bucket filled with water with fruit floating in it, a strange paper mache Jason head pinata stacked on a scarecrow body, and a board with a pig with a Ganon head scribbled on it along with several spiraling paper "tails" attached to thumbtacks. There are no party decorations, but Lancer figures the flowers and sunshine should be decoration enough.]

[Now it's just a matter of waiting for people to show up.]

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You flatter me, but enough alcohol and I fear all I'll do is babble about abstract and unpopular theories of magecraft.

[Diarmuid laughs.]

You realize I would probably be very interested in that babble? I don't know much about magic, but I wouldn't mind learning. I keep trying to understand how it works in relation to the war, but I just don't know enough to work everything out.

Well...maybe it would be nice to have someone listen to me properly.

Not only would I listen, I would also discuss.

[Diarmuid winks at him and then laughs again.]

Or try to discuss. I'm not sure how good I would be at that considering how little I know about the topic.

I guess that might be some small measure of entertainment for both of us. It's rare that I have the chance to outline my work in detail to someone that would take such outlandish theories seriously.

[Diarmuid tilts his head at him curiously.]

Why do you say they are so outlandish? Is it just because of what others have said or because you truly think them to be so?

Outlandish compared to common magical practice. The entire thesis I wrote just before the war was based around a matter of practice and work being equal to one's bloodline in terms of magic talent.

Which, to most of the Clock Tower, is comparable to saying 'if you squint and turn your head the sky turns purple and polka-dotted instead of blue.'

Magi...

[Diarmuid sighs and shakes his head.]

I will never understand them. If the theory had enough merit that you could write a whole paper about it, then there should be some discussion of it. It shouldn't just be forgotten.

Besides...

[He grins at Waver suddenly.]

...if you drink enough or eat the right things when you tilt you head and squint at the sky, it is purple and polka-dotted. Meaning, just because something has been taken as truth forever doesn't mean it's the only truth out there. They should know that considering they know about Second Magic.

What can I say? Magi are stuck in their outdated ways to extreme levels. Heaven forbid someone present them with either logic or technology anywhere above the level of a phone.

That is what I can't understand. They know some things they do and believe are wrong because of other things they cannot deny. Why would they chose to continue believing the incorrect things?

Listen closely, because I'm going to tell you a secret.

Generally and with a small handful of exceptions: they're not all that bright.

Wonderful.

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes.]

And these are the people messing with the Throne and the Grail. No wonder everything is so messed up.

I can give them credit for trying, but that only goes so far.

[Diarmuid crosses his arms over his chest, his expression disgusted.]

Honestly, I would rather give them credit for not trying when they know they have no idea what they are doing and stand a good chance of just messing things up worse.

...well, when you put it that way, I can't really argue. Though I was at least trying to be charitable.

After all they have done, I am through being charitable...

[He suddenly pauses, looking a little embarrassed.]

Does it ever bother you how much I dislike them? You know I really don't consider you the same as them, right? You are so much better than they are...

I can't say it bothers me, strictly speaking. After all, you have as much reason to hate them as I do, if not more. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't given it some thought.

What I need you to understand is that not all magi are like my predecessor was. While it's true I'm something of an anomaly, there are plenty in the Clock Tower that aren't cruel or coldhearted. At the end of the day magi are no less varied in personality than any other group of humans. Maybe I'm one extreme end of the scale, but I know countless students with genuine promise and good intentions.

It's not any lost cause, Diarmuid. Despite what we both have reason to believe, there's still a measure of hope in the Clock Tower.

[Diarmuid closes his eyes and after a moment, nods slowly.]

I believe you. It is just hard because it seems like every time I turn around I find another reason to hate them either because of what they have done to you or because of what they have done to another servant. However, it makes sense that it is the bad ones I hear about and not the ones you say have the promise of being better. Most likely, they are the ones that everyone else wants to hide and not acknowledge that they exist.

Perhaps...once we get home to your world you will have to introduce me to these students so that I can have the same hope as you do.

I know it's difficult. Near impossible, really. But until I'm able to prove it to you for myself, you'll just have to trust me.

I do, I do. It's never been a question of that. Logically, I know that you would never lie to me. It's just that my emotions tend to prefer more evidence than that. Not that they will listen.

[He sighs.]

Emotions tend to be annoying like that.

Unfortunately, this is something of which I am painfully aware.

[Diarmuid nods and then falls quiet for several moments.]

You said one of your students was Rin Tohsaka, right? What do you think of the one in the tower?

She's not exactly my student yet; we're in contact fairly often and when she gets out of high school I have every intention of taking her as such. For now, I mainly know her through written correspondence.

This one? Honestly, she worries me. There's something about her that simply doesn't match up with the Tohsaka I've spoken to; something I can't really place. It's like she's...distorted, somehow. And I'm concerned about just what happened to make her seem that way. I feel like she could be dangerous, but at the same time even that's a difficult thing to pin down.

She is...troubled.

[Diarmuid steps closer to Waver, his voice dropping very low to make sure no one can overhear what he says.]

I worry about her greatly. I have been trying to help her, but I fear that I recently made a very significant misstep and I don't know how to fix it or if she will even give me the chance.

Do you know that she isn't Tohsaka here? Her last name is Matou. Do you know much about the way the Matou magic works?

[The tone of his voice makes it obvious that Diarmuid knows far more than he would like about how the Matou family magic works. It also might be obvious to Waver since he knows Diarmuid better than others might that while the servant is being very careful about what he's saying, he knows much more than he is letting on.]

...I know more about it than I'd like.

[His own voice turned quiet as well, tone serious.]

I'd heard things back home, of course, but Lancelot clarified a little further for me. I want to approach her about the matter somehow, but offering help to Tohsaka is the kind of thing that's likely to get one set on fire. I can't imagine how this one would react.

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