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wilderlogs2018-04-03 07:40 pm
teratias) wrote in wilderlogs2018-04-03 07:40 pm
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open post --- waver velvet
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.
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.
you have permission for Waver to do anything you want to Dixon in response
Mind the noi- hey, you little bitch! [He lunges to grab Waver by the upper arm.]
good thing he's definitely not a fighter
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.]
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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.]
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[Waver flinches at the wall though, and he knows that right now, he needs to get going. ASAP. So he narrows his eyes and then lowers his voice.]
See? Quiet. I'm out of here.
[With that, he starts to walk away. He isn't pursuing this argument, not when he doesn't have any way of fighting back and defending himself. Rider's not here anymore, after all.]
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