open post --- waver velvet

[teratias]

Who: Waver Velvet + Open
What: New arrival type things and exploring
Where: Melai Temple and surrounding forest
When: The day after camp starts up
Warnings/Notes: To be added as required.



1. Settling In
[There was no real grace to Waver Velvet. He was a young man who spent too much of the past week and change flailing through life, being hauled over shoulders and via chariots, and now he was in another world entirely when he ought to be focusing on the Grail War!

With no way to channel the anger appropriately, Waver had found a small room within the temple to simply...well, rant as if Rider were still there, and for once was quiet enough so that Waver could get in the full litanty of what was bugging him now.

Satisfied with the rant-a-paloza, Waver began to walk the corridors, scowl still deeply entrenched on his face. While friendliness wasn't something he was exactly radiating, if brushed up against someone he at least had the sense to mutter:]

'Cuse me.

2. Art critique
With...everything...Waver had taken to walking the halls of the Melai temple, his shoes padding quietly on the floor. It was impossible for him to miss the murals on the wall. Their scale was impressive in and of itself, the color palettes used equally worth stopping to examine.

"Weird how few monsters make more than one appearance in these murals," he said quietly, standing in front of one set outside of a cave. The monster's head was shown to be poking out, all fierce teeth and terrible to behold, whereas a cutaway of the cave showed the greatbeast's body. The spirit in front of it and their mage they...well, they looked like a well matched duo. That particular thought sent Waver into his own thoughts, eyes still locked on the mural.

3. Wandering in the Woods
What would Rider be doing right now if he was in Waver's shoes? Probably something stupid.

What would Rider tell Waver to do? To take advantage of exploring a great new world. Waver knew it, and he personally resented that he could hear the big oaf's voice in the back of his mind, trying to get him to do crap that he had little interest in doing.

It was out of some begruding respect for the giant servant that Waver decided to at least explore some of the surrounding Cedar Forest that was outside of the temple, although he had little intention of straying very far. There was no way he could rough it for even a night.

The kodama were the first things that caught his attention, both in color (they stood out against a sea of endless green), and in their habit. Their movement was unlike anything Waver had witnessed (then again how much had he ever mucked around in the woods or seen an animal that wasn't trained to love city life?)

"...Huh," he managed after watching them for a while. The novelty of their presence masked smaller things, like that Waver had inched so close to them that he had moved into some of the watery bank of the glade and now his shoes were quite damp.

"Oh, goddamnit," Waver muttered immediately. "And I bet this crappy place doesn't just have spare shoes either."

4. Wildcard
Whatever you'd like. I'll match brackets or prose.

Comments

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[invisibleheir]

[ Saber has been exploring the temple in between doing practical things. Like eating and trying to find resources for the rest of the group that hadn't been so fortunate as to arrive in this strange world armed. New clothes might be nice too--wearing the same skirt, blouse, and tights for a few days was a lot less fun when you were in a human body. Taking a moment for herself, she's brushing past Waver when his voice--and that hair--ring a bell. ]

...Waver Velvet?

[teratias]

--The hell?

[He hadn't registered Saber's face when he walked past her initially. But at hearing his own name, he spins on his heel, only for his eyes to grow huge.]Saber?!

[Articulate as ever, truly.]

[invisibleheir]

Yes.

[ She looks back at him evenly, not betraying the surprise she feels. A familiar face, yes, but one ten years gone and that she hadn't thought to see again. Ever. ]

I didn't know you were here as well.

[teratias]

I...

[Waver stared. God, she hadn't just heard all of that yelling, right? And talking to totally imaginary Rider? He really, really hoped not.]

Yeah. I am. Whatever here is and...hold up. How long have you been here exactly?

[Never mind him, Saber! You have an unfair advantage over him already.]

[invisibleheir]

Not terribly long. A few days, perhaps. I haven't been able to contact my Master.

[ Arturia rests her hands on her hips, frowning. ]

I have also incarnated. It's not ideal.

1.

[awfulcer]

[After the last several nights of feverish, skin-crawling, detoxing insomnia, Dixon's finally found the (literally) magical cure to his withdrawal and is getting a few hours of legitimate heavy sleep. As a persona generally non grata among the squad, but also someone not really built to find any restorative rest in the chilly nights, he's taken up refuge in a room down the hall from Waver's vitriol, his jacket pulled over him like a too-short blanket. He's to the point of drooling on himself when Waver begins his diatribe.

Dixon staggers to his feet, disoriented and pissed off. It's not a great combination. His eyes are a bit unfocused and his hair in a static-electric funk when he stalks down the hall to see what the hell is going on. He blinks and scowls at the kid he finds when he turns the corner.]

Do you fucking mind?

[teratias]

Mind what, exactly?

[Waver doesn't know who this person is beyond the fact that they definitely rolled out of bed. He's not that oblivious in his anger, although there's zero doubting that he's being selfish at the moment. The scowl on his face grows only deeper, and he pushes past Dixon. He's got things to do and more things to bitch about.]

you have permission for Waver to do anything you want to Dixon in response

[awfulcer]

[Dixon probably wouldn't respond well to that on a good day; on a day when he's been woken up and hasn't had a smoke in twelve hours and would take just about any excuse to punch someone's teeth in, he responds terribly.]

Mind the noi- hey, you little bitch! [He lunges to grab Waver by the upper arm.]

good thing he's definitely not a fighter

[teratias]

[Waver's ability to flail is, on occasion, useful. That means the minute that his arm is grabbed for, he flails the whole arm upwards and gets good foot or two away from this...whoever this person is.

He definitely puts Waver in mind of what some of his fellow students at Clock Tower might be like as adults.]

Fine, I'll keep it down!

[Except for right now, where he's yelling to be heard. That's totally acceptable.]

[awfulcer]

[Dixon's too sleepy and lethargic to make the effort to close the two feet of distance between them again, but he does hit the side of his fist against the wall to emphasize that he means business.]

What the hell are you on, shouting while people are trying to get rested? [He's shouting too now, so it's not like quiet as a general concept of sacrosanct - just while he's trying to sleep.]

[greyerrant]

[ The enormous, musclebound figure looks down at Waver, and rumbles. ]

You are excused, young man.

[ The blond figure pauses, then asks in a tone suggesting real concern. ]

Why were you in this... fane?

[teratias]

[He just got done yelling at an imaginary Rider. Now here Waver was, having to look at and upwards at some weird clean shaven blonde version. The question he had yelled earlier about why does this crap always happen to him springs right back to the front of his mind.

Thankfully, there's weird vocabulary to seize on first. He squints slightly.]

Fane meaning what, exactly?

[greyerrant]

A temple to some long-forgotten god, probably a place of superstition and other such foolishness.

A place like this, in short.

[ He shifts uncomfortably, obviously ill at ease within a temple of any sort. ]

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[coiledscales]

Alacruun's still settling in himself. He's already come to understand that there's some sort of deep, ancient magic at work here. Older than him, possibly older than his world, and certainly more powerful than anything he's run into. Except maybe some of the gods. He has his own natural sense of curiosity and so he's doing a quick loop around the temple to figure out if there's anything out there that might be useful (or something to eat). He's not nearly as big a he's used to, but he's still hungry. He's not the stealthiest of creatures, so he does make some noise as he worms his way through the undergrowth - and ahead of him he hears a curse and catches sight of a young human.

Why so many humans? That's something he doesn't quite understand.

Still. They're supposed to work together.

Waver is treated to a large, horse-sized dragon poking his head out of the underbrush and eyeing him for a long moment before speaking, "That's why I choose not to wander around in my other form. Much easier to clean myself like this."

[teratias]

Dragon!?

Dragon!

Talking dragon!

Waver's nearly a foot in the air when Alacruun addresses him, but the fact that this dragon hasn't moved to attack puts him at a slight ease. His body is still tense though, and there's a godless noise coming from the soles of his shoes.

The worst part is that in actually processing the dragon's words (d r a g o n), Waver only has one response and and it is delivered very dryly. "Well not everyone can change forms."

[coiledscales]

Oh, that was rather amusing. Alacruun laughs - deep and a bit throaty and then he slinks his way out of the underbrush. He's not as large as he used to be, but he's still plenty large. About the size of a large horse and a bit longer, thanks to his tail, wings folded in against his back.

"Maybe you ought to apply yourself to transformation magic. If you have any talent in it, that is. I've no idea if you're a wizard or not."

He's not being... mean, but he's not being nice either. He's mostly enjoying needling people.

[teratias]

"I'm a mage," Waver corrects immediately, and god but is there a haughty tone in his voice when he does it. Never mind that such behavior is why he's...easily not many people's favorite person.

What Waver doesn't snap back about is the talent comment. He summoned Rider, sure, and knew how magecraft worked in terms of mechanics, but actual spellcasting happened to be another story entirely. One that he was definitely not about to share with a dragon.

He decides to turn the tables though. "I'm gonna assume that you actually can do that. Do you manage to hit human form with clothes and everything too?"

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[loadme]

That's okay, I was a little distracted too.

[Monika gets a good look at him.]

Hmm, I don't think I've seen you with us before! Am I right?

[teratias]

...."Us."

[The way Waver says it, the airquotes are practically visible. His face continues to sour as he asks his next question.]

And who is all of "us"?

[loadme]

There's quite a few, actually! We're a very colorful and varied cast, with all sorts of different backgrounds.

An armored soldier, knights, a police officer, even a Jedi!

[And whatever Phos is.]

And of course, there's also me!

[teratias]

Uh...huh.

[Waver's not impressed. Mostly at this point, he's suspicous of not only who's involved but the sheer...pleasantness...of the person he's dealing with. He folds his arms across his chest, and asks the next question on his mind:]

You being who?

3

[googledox]

"Of course it does. As you can see, they grow on trees."

The words come from a green-skinned young man nearby and they're very sarcastic. (Sarcasm seems to be one of the only modes that Brainy's voice can come in nowadays.)

He doesn't look at Waver, instead, his eyes are on some kind of handheld computer that he's using to scan the woods

Unlike Waver, his boots are a little more equipped for stomping around in the wet. His whole outfit is; that weird alien poncho looks stupid but utilitarian.

"It's unlikely that we'll have the luxury of replacement clothing and cleaning and drying what we do have is going to be time-consuming. I would be more cautious if I were you."

[teratias]

Waver did not react kindly to the sarcasm. It immediately put him on the defense, and never mind any green skin or practical information. He's being snarked at and ignored for...something. (Being from the 1990s means that recognition of what is and isn't a computer is way harder.)

"Well sorry for saying something when there wasn't anyone around five seconds ago."

There was a dry heat in his voice, like he was looking for some kind of a fight about something this inconsequential.

[googledox]

"I know it wasn't meant for me but that's irrelevant."

He doesn't care if he wasn't invited into the conversation, he'll just go ahead and butt on in anyway.

"Back at the temple, you should be able to use the campfire to dry out any clothes that need to be dried. My clothes are synthetic and designed to be resistant to contamination but for everyone else, I'd recommend periodically washing your clothes and drying them by the fire anyway. So you're partway there."

He wrinkles his nose.

"Even though the only thing available to wash with is water, which is quite frankly disgusting."

He says it like there are other things you can wash with besides water.

[teratias]

Ugh, this guy. Waver's ready to go in for...not the kill, but for the thrill of the argument, but the guy's actually providing some practical information and that's hard to actually argue against. Or prod holes in. Or do anything else, all things considering.

"Got it," Waver mutters. His shoes better dry out, otherwise there's going to be a huge (and disgusting) problem in the days ahead. "Thanks."

It also means he misses the implication that water isn't the only other normal option available to this...whoever he is. "I guess there's no soap or anything around, huh?"