☿ // 005; [text]

[fionnuisce]

[This message flickers onto the network late at night, once Waver's had a chance to both check his mail and read the book delivered to him.]

Who the hell left that in my mailbox.

I am not playing games. I am not remotely pleased. If I ever find out who you are, I'm going to throttle you. And if it was an administrator, I'll do much worse than that.

[Waver didn't linger on the network for very long after posting; he eventually stormed off carrying the book in question and wearing a disturbingly calm expression.]

[action; floor fifty-five]

[Why was there an incinerator here and could it possibly come to life and kill him? Who cared? Certainly not the Clock Tower's favorite professor. Who, by the way, to be slowly coming apart from 'tranquil fury' to just plain fury as he threw his newly received book into the incinerator as hard as he could.]

Fucking tower. [He reached up to something at the level of his collarbone--a pendant hidden under his shirt, apparently. Satisfied it was still there, the magus lowered his hand and turned sharply to head back to the dorm floors.]

Comments

Action: Floor Fifty-Five

[oathshackledbird]

[It isn't the Network post that gets Diarmuid's attention. It's the pulse of intense anger that burns its way through their bond. Without any thought to the weapon he had been working on in the workshop, Diarmuid is off in the direction he senses Waver in. He can't help but be confused when he finds his friend on floor fifty-five of all floors. What reason could his friend have to be here?

Diarmuid is about to call out to him, when he notices Waver throw what looks to be a book into the incinerator. Considering his friend is a scholar, that action only serves to confuse the Servant more. Silently, he move close to his friend intending to put a hand on his shoulder and ask him what's wrong. That action is cut short, though when Waver spins around and walks right into him.

A worried look fills Diarmuid's eyes when he catches sight of the expression on Waver's face.]

What happened? You're so angry you didn't even notice me...

[fionnuisce]

--!

[Waver froze up after he walked into Diarmuid, brought firmly back to reality despite the undercurrent of burning anger and frustration. But he turned pale at the sight, an untold number of things he'd seen in that damned book running through his head at once.]

I... [He scowled, looking away and forcing himself to try and regain some composure.] ...it's alright now. Just forget about it.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's eyes narrow slightly. At the same time, one hand comes up to rest on Waver's shoulder.]

It's hard to believe things are all right when you look like you are about to faint. What's going on? Was that a book I saw you throwing in there?

[fionnuisce]

Just stop--don't ask me about it. This isn't something I want to talk about.

voice; he still can't type

[vermicompost]

Oh, did they give you something too? They must be giving everyone things.

[Kariya laughs, oddly enough.]

text; kariya pls...

[fionnuisce]

I can't help but notice you seem amused for some reason.

voice;

[vermicompost]

A-amused? What do you mean? I wouldn't be.

[He laughs again.]

There's so much blood...

text; goddammit i'm awake

[fionnuisce]

You're laughing and holy shit are you alright

[That, ladies and gentlemen, is Waver dropping all pretense of coherent typing out of concern.]

where are you right now

[immortalia]

[ Unlike the first few times Waver's met Sertoria, she seems to be a little dispirited. Her hands are in the sleeves of her cloak and she lifts her head up, snapped out of her thoughts, when she sees Waver. ]

Waver, are you all right...?

[fionnuisce]

I'm fine.

[The answer was short and a little strained, hands lowered to his coat pockets. Waver knew damn well he didn't look or sound fine, but it was still worth a try.]

[immortalia]

Are you sure...? You do not look it.

[ Speak for yourself, Sertoria. Her problems aside, she was still willing to help out a friend. ]

[fionnuisce]

...It's been taken care of. There's nothing to worry about.

[He withdrew one hand, raising it to adjust the sunglasses on his head in a near-automatic gesture.]

What about you? Is everything alright?

text

[puppy_lancer]

who left what
how bad was it?

text

[fionnuisce]

I don't know, and bad enough that I have to burn it and kill whoever left it.

Re: text

[puppy_lancer]

woah
that bad
uh
i don't think i sent you anything lately
but would i also wanna go kill whoever left that terrible thing?

text

[fionnuisce]

To put it simply, yes.

text

[marriedthebloke]

If you dont tell waht you got then how will anyone know to feel sorry for sending you that?

text

[fionnuisce]

I don't exactly have an abundance of people leaving enraging items in my mail, so I imagine whoever it was would know they're being spoken about.

Re: text

[marriedthebloke]

I see. And do you think they meant to infuriate?

voice

[axeforasong]

Can do worse to Admin? How?

permatext

[fionnuisce]

I'll figure something out.

[axeforasong]

Need any help? [this is clearly the voice of a ~13 year old girl by the way]

text;

[integrous]

If they're doing it to multiple people, is it supposed to be some sort of prank? I mean, it's got to be the people in charge at least, I know for sure it's got to be them.

[ Nobody else would know the names of her friends from back home, there's no way. She didn't tell anyone here. Nor did she tell about her fear of bugs.. ]

Are they just trying to hurt us again?

text;

[fionnuisce]

I wasn't aware of it happening to multiple people. But if that's the case I imagine that they are doing just that.

[integrous]

I got something too. I don't know if others did, but that means it's at least more than one person.

[ She's being a little more curt than usually, but it's mostly since she's feeling so tense because of it all. ]