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[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

[fionnuisce]

[Waver sighed, looking exhausted. He honestly felt sorry for Sertoria--there was plenty he had in his own memory that would be near unbearable if not for the faded nature of human memory in itself. How she managed especially in a place like this was impressive at the least.]

That's what I thought as well. Someone playing some sick little mind game. Especially considering who's in charge this month.

[immortalia]

[ All the while, Sertoria's still finding the strength to smile. Perhaps it's become commonplace for her to do nothing but smile, but at least it didn't worry those she cared for. ]

I would say it could be Jason for all we know. I would need more information to go by to make a conclusion, however.

[ A pause. ]

What did you receive that was upsetting?

[fionnuisce]

It's...nothing I'd want to discuss at any length.

[Beat.]

You can stop that if you'd like, by the way. I know what fake smiles look like.

[immortalia]

That bad, hm?

[ Her eyes widen slightly and she sighs, shaking her head. ]

...All right. I am used to being strong around others, so it is a little hard for me to not smile around others. I do not like worrying people.

[fionnuisce]

To be completely honest, I'm not that much different. Assuming one substitutes 'smiling' for 'irritated sarcasm'.

[immortalia]

Really? I had not noticed.

[ Now she's grinning just to tease him. ]

[fionnuisce]

[It was probably hard to tell the conversation was putting Waver a little more at ease, given how much he was frowning.]

Hilarious.

[immortalia]

[ For a moment, Sertoria studies Waver slightly, trying to see if she was helping him at all. ]

Should I work on it so I can get a hundred percent, Professor Waver?

[fionnuisce]

[If possible, he frowned even more at that. Even so, he'd seemed to relax otherwise and taken on a more casual stance.]

I tend to grade my students rather harshly, you know.

[immortalia]

[ Her grin weakens slightly when he frowned more, wondering if she said something wrong. However, when he relaxed, she seemed to do the same. ]

I am a hard worker.

[fionnuisce]

I suppose I've dealt with worse. You should see some of my half-wit students, I swear. If they didn't have such exceptional talent I'd bloody well make half of them transfer.

[immortalia]

Are they unable to do their basic mathematics, tie their shoes, and that sort of dim witted behavior?

[fionnuisce]

I can think of one in particular for whom common sense itself seems an utterly foreign concept. He's lucky his aptitude for magecraft is absurdly high.

[immortalia]

...Have you been wanting to teach magecraft here, Waver?

[fionnuisce]

I've thought about it, but...there's not a great deal I could do, really. Even if it was possible for my world's magic to translate here--and I don't assume it impossible--it's a difficult matter. Most of what I teach is theory and techniques to those who already have the basic talents at the absolute least. And besides that, magecraft in my world is more a complex science than I imagine most would expect.

[immortalia]

I see... Well, there is nothing saying you cannot at least try, right?

[fionnuisce]

...Well. I am the one that's always saying effort is just as important as bloodline when it comes to magical proficiency. Perhaps this is my chance to prove it.

[immortalia]

I would definitely support this endeavor, Waver. I am interested to see what you can do.

[fionnuisce]

I still have my doubts about whether or not people from other worlds can use magecraft from my own at all. But I suppose it should be worth a try.

[immortalia]

You never know until you try. That is what a dear friend said to me once.

[fionnuisce]

Good point. And if it does work, I'd be interested to know how. Maybe what we know as Magic Circuits could be some trait by another name entirely in other worlds.

[immortalia]

I may not know a lot about magic - in fact, in my world, it is pretty much unheard of, but I can try to help you out as much as possible.

[fionnuisce]

Thanks, Sertoria. I'd really appreciate it.

[immortalia]

You are very welcome, Waver. Do you want to get right to work to get your mind off of whatever upset you or do you want to relax a bit?

[fionnuisce]

I should probably wait to work on that at some point when I'm thinking more clearly. As things are now, I'd likely make any number of stupid mistakes.

[Waver's hand moved to whatever pendant he kept hidden under his shirt again, the lecturer starting to seem a little on edge as he considered why he'd left the dorm floors in the first place.]