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Never would have guessed from the username, thanks.
I thought I was pretty clear. Which part didn't you understand?
I thought I was pretty clear. Which part didn't you understand?
I'm fine, Hansa. I said that I would be, don't tell me you were still worried.
Hello Professor.
I'd like to apologize for my behavior at the dance. Even if I was caught by surprise, it was impolite of me to act the way I did.
So, I'm sorry.
I'd like to apologize for my behavior at the dance. Even if I was caught by surprise, it was impolite of me to act the way I did.
So, I'm sorry.
No, actually I was going to message you with the same. It hadn't honestly occurred to me that the situation might upset you, and it was stupid to be so careless. So I'm the one owing an apology, and I'm sorry.
[As promised, August arrives with...a lot of food, actually, because the man has no chill when it comes to the Villareal Cure-All. So hopefully Waver's okay with Swedish meatballs, three kinds of soup, chili, some kind of herb and cheese bread, tamales Cat insisted on sending, and Gatorade.
The last one is mostly in case of dehydration, he'll admit. But knock knock, Waver.]
The last one is mostly in case of dehydration, he'll admit. But knock knock, Waver.]
God fucking damn it-- [Which bodes well.] It's unlocked.
[Upon opening the door, there is in fact no sign of Waver except a cane leaning on a table where a phone had been clearly tossed facedown.]
[And a pigeon-sized phoenix perched on the back of a chair looking immeasurably pissed off.]
[Upon opening the door, there is in fact no sign of Waver except a cane leaning on a table where a phone had been clearly tossed facedown.]
[And a pigeon-sized phoenix perched on the back of a chair looking immeasurably pissed off.]
None whatsoever, and constantly.
The best thing to do is not fall into the trap of thinking he understands things like 'reason' and 'sense'.
The best thing to do is not fall into the trap of thinking he understands things like 'reason' and 'sense'.
[In the midst of disappearances occurring again, as well as Takame not having the means to run in and help, he needed to see who was accounted for. On the 5th, Waver will receive a message.]
Have you taken notice of the disappearances?
[When the response didn't come within a reasonable amount of time, he sent another one.]
Waver?
[And another, less delayed.]
Waver, please answer if you can. Are you alright?
[Takame was never a man to interrupt more than needed. That he messaged not just twice but thrice spoke volumes to his concern. Then on the 6th the message about the Constant from Zodiac came. And with it frustration that Takame could do nothing more than wait.]
Have you taken notice of the disappearances?
[When the response didn't come within a reasonable amount of time, he sent another one.]
Waver?
[And another, less delayed.]
Waver, please answer if you can. Are you alright?
[Takame was never a man to interrupt more than needed. That he messaged not just twice but thrice spoke volumes to his concern. Then on the 6th the message about the Constant from Zodiac came. And with it frustration that Takame could do nothing more than wait.]
[A week later, or two weeks by Waver's own reckoning:]
i'm okay, sorry to worry you
suffice to say i did notice
i'm okay, sorry to worry you
suffice to say i did notice
Edited 2023-02-05 03:54 (UTC)
[Waver was better at questioning than Takame. He'd allow the questions to come from others. But even for a man like him who held back everything, there was a breaking point. One he didn't want to show in front of Yusuke or his fellow Warriors of Light.
But given what Waver knew about him, that's who he went to. The fact he said anything at all signaled how livid Takame was.]
This Krusnik organization is run by devils.
But given what Waver knew about him, that's who he went to. The fact he said anything at all signaled how livid Takame was.]
This Krusnik organization is run by devils.
Devil's too good for people like that. Trust me, I know.
Are you alright?
Are you alright?
I'll do what I can, within reason. What is it?
[Jusis has picked out all of the volunteers at this point, and he's looked up when Waver's office hours are. So, he drops by Kaisou U when the man isn't teaching his class. He strolls up to Waver's office and knocks on the door to announce himself.]
Professor Velvet? I'm here to talk to you about an assignment.
Professor Velvet? I'm here to talk to you about an assignment.
It's open, come on in.
[When the door opened, Waver would be seen unceremoniously dropping his phone in a desk drawer and closing it. Just in case.]
Albarea. Good to see you.
[When the door opened, Waver would be seen unceremoniously dropping his phone in a desk drawer and closing it. Just in case.]
Albarea. Good to see you.
[sleep what's that]
How did it go? Are you feeling alright?
How did it go? Are you feeling alright?
[𝆕 starting the case: rail zeppelin]
[Anyone that tries to call Waver after Jun's post or happens to own a Midnight Channel TV on a rainy night...gets only static.]
[At first.]
[If viewed on Libra, the username silverrose flickered in a strange graphical glitch--looking for just a moment like macanluin before changing back to normal.]
[While the image that followed was dark and difficult to make out clearly, it looked like Waver himself was sitting behind a desk wearing white gloves and something high-collared in dark blue. Black hair was left loose around his shoulders and there was no sign of his sunglasses, the latter only serving to highlight the glowing yellow color to his eyes. If one were to squint, the room resembled an academic office in disrepair; the wall behind him cracked by invasive thorny brambles growing through it as something flowed from the broken structure in thin rivulets.]
My sincerest apologies--I'm afraid Waver Velvet is no longer reachable, and Lord El-Melloi's office hours have ended for the day. [In a voice like poisoned honey, he left out 'the second' without even blinking.] If you would like some extracurricular instruction, I believe we can make some arrangements. Or...perhaps you're yet another seeking the prestige of killing an archmage unsuited to his seat? Another assassin looking to claim the price on a Lord born worthless?
[He smiled with absolutely no emotion behind it; the expression of something no longer human, and in the barely lit room it was just barely possible to make out the edge of a shadowy and indistinct figure standing at his side.]
Hold nothing back. Come show me your true potential, and I will teach you how mages kill one another.
[Folded neatly in front of him, from beneath white gloves was the faintest hint of a crimson glow on his right hand.]
The Knights of Fianna meet all challenges without exception.
[Anyone that tries to call Waver after Jun's post or happens to own a Midnight Channel TV on a rainy night...gets only static.]
[At first.]
[If viewed on Libra, the username silverrose flickered in a strange graphical glitch--looking for just a moment like macanluin before changing back to normal.]
[While the image that followed was dark and difficult to make out clearly, it looked like Waver himself was sitting behind a desk wearing white gloves and something high-collared in dark blue. Black hair was left loose around his shoulders and there was no sign of his sunglasses, the latter only serving to highlight the glowing yellow color to his eyes. If one were to squint, the room resembled an academic office in disrepair; the wall behind him cracked by invasive thorny brambles growing through it as something flowed from the broken structure in thin rivulets.]
My sincerest apologies--I'm afraid Waver Velvet is no longer reachable, and Lord El-Melloi's office hours have ended for the day. [In a voice like poisoned honey, he left out 'the second' without even blinking.] If you would like some extracurricular instruction, I believe we can make some arrangements. Or...perhaps you're yet another seeking the prestige of killing an archmage unsuited to his seat? Another assassin looking to claim the price on a Lord born worthless?
[He smiled with absolutely no emotion behind it; the expression of something no longer human, and in the barely lit room it was just barely possible to make out the edge of a shadowy and indistinct figure standing at his side.]
Hold nothing back. Come show me your true potential, and I will teach you how mages kill one another.
[Folded neatly in front of him, from beneath white gloves was the faintest hint of a crimson glow on his right hand.]
The Knights of Fianna meet all challenges without exception.
Edited 2023-03-29 21:10 (UTC)
[Wherever Waver might be staying, he'll get a knock on the door. Outside stands a man in dark clothing and a hat. With him, he's carrying a small suitcase.
He fully intends to stand out there as long as it takes to get someone to answer the door]
He fully intends to stand out there as long as it takes to get someone to answer the door]
[It took him a minute, answering the door looking very tired and one hundred percent done with everything this month had opted to be.]
If this is not of critical importance, I can not possibly tell you how much I don't want to deal with it. Can I help you?
If this is not of critical importance, I can not possibly tell you how much I don't want to deal with it. Can I help you?
[A few days after Waver's returned from his dungeon (and not at the same time as Hummel), there will be a knock on his apartment's door.
Knock. Knock. It's cryptid USPS. ]
Knock. Knock. It's cryptid USPS. ]
NOW fucking what-
[Waver answered the door with an aura of being on his Very Last Nerve For Real This Time...and then almost immediately defused the ticking time bomb on seeing who it was.]
Oh--hey. Is everything alright?
[Waver answered the door with an aura of being on his Very Last Nerve For Real This Time...and then almost immediately defused the ticking time bomb on seeing who it was.]
Oh--hey. Is everything alright?
[Knock knock it's August!
With food!]
If you can't get up, I can shadow hop inside.
With food!]
If you can't get up, I can shadow hop inside.
[Fortunately, Waver was an advocate for mundane uses of magecraft; the click of a lock was followed by a flick of glowing wire that retreated once it pulled the door open. It was pretty useful to be able to reach that far rather than walk across the room.]
Come on in, it's fine. [Wire coiling back around his arm, Waver himself was sitting on the couch looking thoroughly worn out and pulling his hair back up into a ponytail in an attempt to look halfway presentable.]
Come on in, it's fine. [Wire coiling back around his arm, Waver himself was sitting on the couch looking thoroughly worn out and pulling his hair back up into a ponytail in an attempt to look halfway presentable.]
[Save for a very brief correspondence the same day they got out, Takame had largely given Waver some space to recover from the incident. The Professor didn't seem like the type of man to like loads of unexpected messages or company within a short period and Takame would respect that.
Still, he was on edge the entire time he didn't hear much back. He could only pray whatever Waver experienced wasn't what he did. He hoped a week's time was long enough to reach out again, but considering text was difficult one handed he opted to speak.]
Waver?
Still, he was on edge the entire time he didn't hear much back. He could only pray whatever Waver experienced wasn't what he did. He hoped a week's time was long enough to reach out again, but considering text was difficult one handed he opted to speak.]
Waver?
Hey, Takame.
[with the tone of 'so, that went poorly.']
Are you and the others alright?
[with the tone of 'so, that went poorly.']
Are you and the others alright?
so hey this is out of the blue but are you wafer valet? one of vash's friends?
[wh]
[what]
Please don't tell me he actually called me that, because I might have to kill him.
[what]
Please don't tell me he actually called me that, because I might have to kill him.
It's...it's open.
[Waver himself was sitting on the couch--on which were several molted phoenix feathers--with his head in his hands and the slightest traces of sparks flickering around him. He had probably transformed at least twice by now from stress alone, judging by the feathers.]
[Waver himself was sitting on the couch--on which were several molted phoenix feathers--with his head in his hands and the slightest traces of sparks flickering around him. He had probably transformed at least twice by now from stress alone, judging by the feathers.]
NO ONE TOLD ME SHE WAS MY SISTER'S AGE
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THAT UNIVERSE
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THAT UNIVERSE
I got this message from Jusis last night about a suspicious person. Since I'm pretty sure one of the people mentioned is a student of yours, I thought it'd be right to let you know:
[Oh fuck that.]
Understood. I'll keep a closer eye on Nightroad for a while.
If it should come to it, do I contact Albarea for corpse disposal and requisite cover-up?
[Ordinarily, it might have been easy to pass that off as Waver's usual sarcasm. This was not 'ordinarily'.]
Understood. I'll keep a closer eye on Nightroad for a while.
If it should come to it, do I contact Albarea for corpse disposal and requisite cover-up?
[Ordinarily, it might have been easy to pass that off as Waver's usual sarcasm. This was not 'ordinarily'.]
Edited 2023-07-20 16:33 (UTC)
[Excuse August as he just.
Perches himself on your desk there Waver.]
So.
Perches himself on your desk there Waver.]
So.
[Flatly:] ...I can see you have something very pressing to say that's surely more important than anything I was doing. Can I help you?
[Takame rarely texted without reason. This time was no different but given what he knew of his friend, he couldn't help but lead with this.]
It would seem Diarmuid has found his way here. I am glad for you, Waver.
It would seem Diarmuid has found his way here. I am glad for you, Waver.
He did, thanks. I'm glad to have him back, complex as the situation is.
Are you doing well?
Are you doing well?
after the Everything in august prob at ass o' clock at night, action
twofoldfury
2023-08-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Diarmuid had entered Kaisou right in the midst of a delicate situation, but the air around the city was becoming much calmer. This was what it was like as normal, when the dangers to its supernaturally aware residents weren't as prominent or severe. The feeling of being able to breathe.
A sense of security that a Knight like him fought for, though recalling his moral code made something tug at his heart that hadn't left him since rescuing Rose.
While the very thought of questioning that code made him feel ill.
Every so often he'd still run a few patrols for suspicious figures, stragglers and the like, usually at night. He'd been back from one such patrol for a while, well into the late night hours to see a certain someone still up and about.]
You're still awake?
A sense of security that a Knight like him fought for, though recalling his moral code made something tug at his heart that hadn't left him since rescuing Rose.
While the very thought of questioning that code made him feel ill.
Every so often he'd still run a few patrols for suspicious figures, stragglers and the like, usually at night. He'd been back from one such patrol for a while, well into the late night hours to see a certain someone still up and about.]
You're still awake?
Welcome back.
[Waver glanced up from where he was sitting at the table, in comfortably loose clothing with his hair tied into a messy and loose braid to keep it under control. The familiar organized chaos of textbooks and papers around him, and Moralltach snoring slightly on the couch a short distance away as company. Rebalancing chemical equations for his preferred method of fighting, working out his next several classes at Cygnus, any number of studies of any number of things that Waver felt demanded his attention--working late into the night was not uncommon. Neither was waking up during the night and deciding to focus his mind elsewhere.]
Sure I am. Is everything okay out there? [He looked back to what he was doing, currently some arcane chemistry with notes written in a neat and even script.]
[Waver glanced up from where he was sitting at the table, in comfortably loose clothing with his hair tied into a messy and loose braid to keep it under control. The familiar organized chaos of textbooks and papers around him, and Moralltach snoring slightly on the couch a short distance away as company. Rebalancing chemical equations for his preferred method of fighting, working out his next several classes at Cygnus, any number of studies of any number of things that Waver felt demanded his attention--working late into the night was not uncommon. Neither was waking up during the night and deciding to focus his mind elsewhere.]
Sure I am. Is everything okay out there? [He looked back to what he was doing, currently some arcane chemistry with notes written in a neat and even script.]
Waver. I've obtained an item you may find of use. Perhaps we could make some time for tea when I deliver it?
Huh? Uh--yeah, of course.
[dear god what did you get]
[dear god what did you get]
[Tipity tappity on the computer doing accounting things because someone has to be the math gay and it's him.
He's waiting for Waver to show up.]
He's waiting for Waver to show up.]
[Which he of course did, shortly after class carrying a case of god only knew what as usual. Vials, reagents, copious amount of notes--nerd shit, in other words.]
Afternoon. Everything going well, or are we already bankrupt?
Afternoon. Everything going well, or are we already bankrupt?
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