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?

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[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?

[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?

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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."

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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?

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[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."