What do you mean this isn't a job for animal control?
Christ, you're a slippery little shit, aren't you?
[Huffing, as Waver traces the claw marks left in the wood of one of the shrine doors. It looks like this particular ayakashi has been a problem for a little while if what he can get off the local shrine keepers is accurate. It's not the first time the birds have disappeared into this creature's gullet; thinking it was a natural predator, the keepers erected barriers to protect the coop.
Judging by the smashed debris, bloodied paw prints, and feathers everywhere, coupled by a few stray bits of fur snagged on splintered frames and gouges in floorboards, natural unfortunately was the wrong call, and that's when it was time to turn to prayers, and his turn to answer.]
But lucky for me, you're also a messy eater and I can work with that.
[A little bit of fur and blood is more than enough for a tracking spell or two to hone in on the beast. All the physical evidence of its passage, now that the shinki figures he knows what to look for, would only help him zero in on his prey.
And then...?
Waver both quails inside while a funny flutter of - anticipation for the fight? - of some strange emotion floods his veins and makes his heart dance. Visibly he just grits his teeth, steeling himself, because, yeah, when he finds it, then...]
This is going to be a fucking pain.
[... especially if he can't rope in some help to corner it.]
Puzzled
[Of all the tasks Waver could have been assigned, this one is proving surprisingly soothing and meditative. Enjoyable, even, though he had griped up a storm when he had seen the sheer mess they had left them to complete.
(Seriously! Was anyone thinking when they put this together? Did no one even check over this order before it was to be shipped?)
The puzzle pieces are snapping together alarmingly fast, as if the man can see how the scattered patterns fit into the whole despite the bigger picture being so raggedly incomplete to almost incomprehensibility. Yes... meditative. It allows Waver to wallow in the subconscious confusion at the way the currents of his thoughts are unfolding. The metaphors they're choosing. Pieces like soldiers marching into formations, puzzle patterns like troop movements unfurling to bring a grand tapestry of victory - what? Memory is dangerous, the shinki knows that, but he doesn't understand how foreign his thoughts feel sometimes.
Like pieces of him aren't him. Like those pieces are still him. A soul both strangely doubled and singular.
(But what is a Pseudo-Servant but a fusion? Even if Zhuge Liang is dormant, he's still there. Even if Waver Velvet originally wasn't meant to be a Servant, he is now.)
He doesn't understand why. There's something about Japan that makes him feel like he's walking over graves and even his own name feels ill fitting at times.]
Can you believe they want this done by this weekend?
[Complaining just to shake himself from the nature of his thoughts, because he needs to stop thinking about this, has to stop analyzing. And, well, even if Waver's speeding through what's passing through his hands, well, it's still a twenty thousand piece puzzle, okay?
... it's... okay, what the fuck were they thinking?! Twenty thousand pieces! By the weekend! This is insane.]
((Voice testing Waver here. Let me know how I do, since this my first time trying him out.))
Waver Velvet/Lord El-Melloi II/Zhuge Liang | Fate/ Grand Order | Shinki
Christ, you're a slippery little shit, aren't you?
[Huffing, as Waver traces the claw marks left in the wood of one of the shrine doors. It looks like this particular ayakashi has been a problem for a little while if what he can get off the local shrine keepers is accurate. It's not the first time the birds have disappeared into this creature's gullet; thinking it was a natural predator, the keepers erected barriers to protect the coop.
Judging by the smashed debris, bloodied paw prints, and feathers everywhere, coupled by a few stray bits of fur snagged on splintered frames and gouges in floorboards, natural unfortunately was the wrong call, and that's when it was time to turn to prayers, and his turn to answer.]
But lucky for me, you're also a messy eater and I can work with that.
[A little bit of fur and blood is more than enough for a tracking spell or two to hone in on the beast. All the physical evidence of its passage, now that the shinki figures he knows what to look for, would only help him zero in on his prey.
And then...?
Waver both quails inside while a funny flutter of - anticipation for the fight? - of some strange emotion floods his veins and makes his heart dance. Visibly he just grits his teeth, steeling himself, because, yeah, when he finds it, then...]
This is going to be a fucking pain.
[... especially if he can't rope in some help to corner it.]
Puzzled
[Of all the tasks Waver could have been assigned, this one is proving surprisingly soothing and meditative. Enjoyable, even, though he had griped up a storm when he had seen the sheer mess they had left them to complete.
(Seriously! Was anyone thinking when they put this together? Did no one even check over this order before it was to be shipped?)
The puzzle pieces are snapping together alarmingly fast, as if the man can see how the scattered patterns fit into the whole despite the bigger picture being so raggedly incomplete to almost incomprehensibility. Yes... meditative. It allows Waver to wallow in the subconscious confusion at the way the currents of his thoughts are unfolding. The metaphors they're choosing. Pieces like soldiers marching into formations, puzzle patterns like troop movements unfurling to bring a grand tapestry of victory - what? Memory is dangerous, the shinki knows that, but he doesn't understand how foreign his thoughts feel sometimes.
Like pieces of him aren't him. Like those pieces are still him. A soul both strangely doubled and singular.
(But what is a Pseudo-Servant but a fusion? Even if Zhuge Liang is dormant, he's still there. Even if Waver Velvet originally wasn't meant to be a Servant, he is now.)
He doesn't understand why. There's something about Japan that makes him feel like he's walking over graves and even his own name feels ill fitting at times.]
Can you believe they want this done by this weekend?
[Complaining just to shake himself from the nature of his thoughts, because he needs to stop thinking about this, has to stop analyzing. And, well, even if Waver's speeding through what's passing through his hands, well, it's still a twenty thousand piece puzzle, okay?
... it's... okay, what the fuck were they thinking?! Twenty thousand pieces! By the weekend! This is insane.]
((Voice testing Waver here. Let me know how I do, since this my first time trying him out.))