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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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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[Waver took a breath, beginning his careful explanation.]
The First Magic is generally believed to be lost--all I do know is that it's related to bits of Ether, or 'materialized nothing'. It's a difficult concept, even the best magi would be hard pressed to explain in detail.
Second Magic is, as I said, the operation of parallel worlds. To my knowledge, only a Magician by the name of Kishua Zelretch Schweinorg has mastery of it--it's said he uses it to travel between worlds at will. Zelretch himself is a strange individual, but obviously one worth admiration to be as skilled as that.
Third Magic is...complex. Simply put, it's summarized as 'materialization of the soul'. My understanding is that it makes the practitioner effectively immortal; Servants and the Holy Grail War are all more or less part of a ritual to actualize this magic.
Fourth and Fifth are difficult to explain, as not much is known about them at all. I hear it's agreed upon that Fourth Magic exists, but no one seems to know in what way or what it is meant to accomplish. Fifth...I'm actually not certain of Fifth myself. I've heard in the past only one line of magi were able to create or utilize it, but there isn't much I know past that.
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[Waver paused at that, as though considering how to answer what sounded like a very simple question. It almost seemed as though the question itself had struck a nerve.]
I should say 'yes', but that...is difficult to phrase simply. Magic Circuits are what allow people like myself to use magecraft--think of them as a secondary nerve. One does have to be born with a number of them--an everyday magus has approximately twenty on average. While yes, one does need to be born with them in order to practice magecraft, there's a matter of debate regarding magical bloodlines.
It is considered common knowledge that a magus' power is determined by their lineage. For god only knows how long, the aristocracy has operated on this concept; arranged marriages, elistist bullshit, that sort of aggravating thing. But about a decade ago, a student came forth with a thesis that proposed another idea. In short, his research led him to believe that 'common knowledge' was flawed: that while bloodline did produce a measure of results as far as power and ability, mage society would be better served moving away from such archaic nonsense. That student proposed that effort and hard work could in theory produce magi on par with the aristocracy.
[Waver sighed, expression unreadable as he calmly took a drink of the tea sitting in front of him.]
Naturally, he was made into a near-laughingstock. Even if he was right, those in power in the Association would have either refused to believe it or flat-out gone to any lengths to be sure no weak-blooded amateur could match their generations of refined abilities and techniques.
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He understood the concept even if bloodlines were not something that existed anymore in his world, but the idea of elitism did.] So they did not accept that if all mages were taught the same even those who were not from such bloodlines could be just as good. Did he ever manage to get his point across to them?
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"I hope one day he gets the chance to prove them wrong."
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I doubt he'll see much in the way of change regarding that sort of thing, but who knows.
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