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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.
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He shakes firmly, all the same.
"Hiding what you have just makes others curious."
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It was a pretty stupid function. Waver had always thought that. But the compulsion to defend the system from outsiders, that was new and downright weird.
Either way, he finally let go of the hand, relieved to find no burns or anything.
"And believe me. Mystery usually is less about ignorance and more about families trying to get a leg over each other."
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"Surely they'd manage something more impressive if they pooled their resources?"
This coming from the solitary dragon.
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He hated it a lot, in truth. It prevented him from becoming a better mage because families just believed in the same crap that prevented any kind of progress or...anything!!
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Alacruun is almost too eager to try and pry thoughts out of Waver. Funny how that works.
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"Yeah, right. You're probably just going to give me crap for it too when I'm done."
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"Give me some credit."
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"All I'll say is that it's short sighted and makes it hard for younger generations to break in. For them, that's good, but it's damn stupid to everyone else."
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There's honey in his tone and a glint in his eyes. He's definitely trying to worm his way into Waver's good graces at this point, but he's also doing his best to not be obvious about it. He settles his chin in his head, listening and watching.
"The old make way for the new; it's the cycle, unless someone manages to break it. What good is knowledge if one cannot learn it? Short-sighted of them."
Of course, he'd rather keep it for himself, but that's neither here nor there. He'd still need to learn it first.
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It's why he doesn't answer that first question. "Didn't I just say the words short sighted?" he grumps instead. "Whatever, they're idiots, doubly so for not realizing that I'm right about things."
There. That was all Waver would give - a hint at his extremely undeserved ego.
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He waves a hand. It's a bit academic, considering where they are and what they're going to be doing in the near future. Very unlikely to be persuading anyone of anything for a good, long while.
"Not that it matters much here. The only people you have to convince... are your newfound companions."
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There's an undertone. Again.
It wasn't something Waver was interested in or excited about. He had already had to do it before, and frankly, he wasn't sure if he'd succeed this time around. He didn't back home, that much he knew.
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Alacruun enjoys seeing ambition. Especially if it's ambition he can twist to his own ends.
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"I'll see."
It's a non-answer. For a relationship with no trust built.