Lord El-Melloi II [AU] (
fionnuisce) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-09-02 04:35 pm
[open] // do what we must because we can
Characters: Waver and open
Setting: Floor 27, cafeteria, dorm floors
Format: Either
Summary: Tea, science, and sleep are Waver's priorities. In that order.
Warnings: None yet.
[floor 27]
[Waver had spent the majority of his time in the laboratory; being the leader of the group researching the clear collar fluid, he might have felt obligated even if it didn't fascinate him. Luckily (for some value of the word), he was a researcher that often became utterly absorbed in his work to the point of forgetting everything else. 'Minor' things like sleeping and eating, for example.]
[Though he hid it the best he could, if the ponytail-wearing magus looked exhausted that was likely no one's imagination. Today he was looking over his own hastily-written notes and narrowing his eyes at the container of fluid itself as though it had perhaps insulted his mother, thin cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air in front of him.]
[cafeteria]
[It was a remarkably simple thing, tea. Last time it was available, Waver had taken quite a bit of it to store in his trunk (along with a whole lot of alcohol.)]
[Then, glamour failure. If asked for one petty thing Waver would never forgive the administrators for, he would always answer with that.]
[Needless to say, he'd finally dragged himself away from his work long enough to enjoy the shift in provisions. Today in the cafeteria one could find a magus in a black and green suit sitting by himself, looking over near-incomprehensible notes with a cup of tea in his hand.]
[And if one happens upon him in the evening, it's likely he's minding his own business and leaving with a bottle of wine or two, liquid mercury maid trailing a step behind him.]
[dorm floors]
[Only at some ungodly hour did Waver finally give up for the night and leave the laboratory, Volumen Hydragyrum behind him carrying two bottles of wine. If he was willing to stop at all, it was likely he'd reached his physical limit or damn near to it. Sure enough, it had been several days since he slept a full night--or slept, period. As a result Waver was pale and walking just a little unsteadily, but at least he didn't seem ready to drop dead.]
[Drop into a coma when he got to his room, sure. But not drop dead.]
Setting: Floor 27, cafeteria, dorm floors
Format: Either
Summary: Tea, science, and sleep are Waver's priorities. In that order.
Warnings: None yet.
[floor 27]
[Waver had spent the majority of his time in the laboratory; being the leader of the group researching the clear collar fluid, he might have felt obligated even if it didn't fascinate him. Luckily (for some value of the word), he was a researcher that often became utterly absorbed in his work to the point of forgetting everything else. 'Minor' things like sleeping and eating, for example.]
[Though he hid it the best he could, if the ponytail-wearing magus looked exhausted that was likely no one's imagination. Today he was looking over his own hastily-written notes and narrowing his eyes at the container of fluid itself as though it had perhaps insulted his mother, thin cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air in front of him.]
[cafeteria]
[It was a remarkably simple thing, tea. Last time it was available, Waver had taken quite a bit of it to store in his trunk (along with a whole lot of alcohol.)]
[Then, glamour failure. If asked for one petty thing Waver would never forgive the administrators for, he would always answer with that.]
[Needless to say, he'd finally dragged himself away from his work long enough to enjoy the shift in provisions. Today in the cafeteria one could find a magus in a black and green suit sitting by himself, looking over near-incomprehensible notes with a cup of tea in his hand.]
[And if one happens upon him in the evening, it's likely he's minding his own business and leaving with a bottle of wine or two, liquid mercury maid trailing a step behind him.]
[dorm floors]
[Only at some ungodly hour did Waver finally give up for the night and leave the laboratory, Volumen Hydragyrum behind him carrying two bottles of wine. If he was willing to stop at all, it was likely he'd reached his physical limit or damn near to it. Sure enough, it had been several days since he slept a full night--or slept, period. As a result Waver was pale and walking just a little unsteadily, but at least he didn't seem ready to drop dead.]
[Drop into a coma when he got to his room, sure. But not drop dead.]

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[Waver set down the cup of tea, reaching into his pocket and producing a vial of mercury. If Diarmuid trusted him, it didn't really seem like any risk to talk about his Mystic Code.]
I wouldn't mind your name first, since you seem to know mine.
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...Did you want to see it activated? [Waver wasn't often one to show off, but Shion did seem curious.]
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[Waver shrugged his shoulders, indifferent as he opened the vial and poured the liquid mercury without a second thought.]
Fervor mei sanguis. [It responded at the Latin incantation, twisting and shaping itself into a featureless spherical shape behind him. At a few muttered words and a vague hand gesture, the silver material folded and twisted itself into a specific form; the general silver silhouette of a girl in a maid's uniform.]
How's that?
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It doesn't have a will of its own or anything--think of it as a puppet, more or less. Volumen Hydragyrum is a pretty unique weapon, so I'd say I'm probably the only one that can use it. And yes, I mean those elements exactly. It's not uncommon to have an affinity with more than one, but it's more likely a magus will specialize in just one element.
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[Waver sighed, the silver maid politely folding her hands behind him.]
Anyway, Servants are structurally different than human magi. They are in themselves, basically comprised of magic. Putting aside whatever backwards logic the Tower works on, in concept Servants aren't able to exist without drawing on magic energy from a Master through the passive spirit link they share. Someone like Archer would require absurd amounts of energy to support, while a Servant like Diarmuid takes remarkably little in comparison.
[Speaking with the textbook tone of a professional lecturer, Waver continued. It seemed he'd slipped into his element at some point, as he was oddly practiced with this sort of thing.]
What you refer to specifically is a series of parameters all Servants have--Strength, Endurance, Agility, Magical Energy, and Noble Phantasm. They're ranked from E to EX, with EX being the highest. Some, like a Saber or a Berserker, have high Strength or Noble Phantasm statistics; that is to say, they specialize in brute force and a powerful signature weapon. Diarmuid, on the other hand, is of the Lancer class, and they are almost invariably hailed as the most agile. His statistics are low to average, but his Agility ranks somewhere around A+, and that's what grants him the speed you're talking about.
[yes, it really is all measured this way.]
So when comparing two Servants in capability, it often comes down to a matter of statistics. Theoretically, someone like Archer with an absurdly high ranked Noble Phantasm could and likely would defeat Diarmuid in a straight fight. But even so, with his Agility ranking I doubt he would make it easy for Archer to actually hit him. Does what I'm saying make sense?
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Basically, it comes down to how much energy a given Servant uses in battle. Diarmuid's Noble Phantasms are passive effects, not some grand techniques like Archer's. Having a weaker magus as a Master would mean Archer could only use his Noble Phantasm once, if that. It'd be an enormous disadvantage.
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"I understand, so it is a team effort, both the magus and servant have to be strong in order to succeed."
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[oh christ here we go]
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