001 § it was supposed to be a quiet one

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[The Plane has probably seen all sorts of loud and extravagant entrances, but not this one. …In fact, veterans may spot one pale and scrawny young boy unfamiliar to these parts pacing around aimlessly without watching where he was going, looking rather distressed while he muttered to himself.]

…But that makes no sense. Even if this was a Reality Marble, for it to be that solid and everlasting is beyond what even the most skilled of magi at the Clock Tower can do. It’s impossible for something this – this… organized to exist and be continuously maintained without me having ever come across a single book depicting a place as such! It’s even more impossible that nothing would have been archived about this place to begin with, if it was really here during all this time!

[And then a white brochure literally falls onto his head. Any onlookers shall hear a yelp of surprise and some interesting flailing, before the boy takes hold of the piece of paper, and frowning, begins to read.

Two seconds later.]

“The Astral Plane, so named for no given reason, acts as a 'meeting point' between multiple universes.”

[He pauses and looks up, fidgeting with the brochure, but still leaving it in perfect condition. He’s wholly pensive, now.] …Ugh, this really sounds like a bad joke, but if anything on this is actually true… Caster has already been defeated, and since I’ve never heard or seen of anything like this back at the Clock Tower, then it would only make sense that this Plane reached out for my world, as opposed to it having been created from mine. [Calming down with that, he buries his nose back into reading.

Two seconds later.]

E-eh? Really? So… It’s that easy to come and go? That’s good… [A sigh of relief.] Provided that what this says is true… At least I don’t have to explain this to Rider, I guess. That’s good. I can still feel him, too. That does prove that we’re still connected to Fuyuki, so it doesn’t seem like there’s any inconsistencies so far… …Yeah. If I can do this on my own, that’s fine. I don’t need that selfish idiot to know about this to complicate things further! [And before he knew it he was shouting at a constant source of headache that wasn’t even there, though he grows quiet and thoughtful again, quick enough. Back to the brochure.

Some unintelligible mutter about ‘Meredith’ and ‘twin’ and ‘this writing is terrible – are they having fun or trying to actually inform newcomers of this place?’ follow, and then –

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Silence.

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Followed by a cry of pure anguish and terror that contained the immeasurable despair of the entire populace of Persepolis upon learning that they lost everything because Alexander the Great got really drunk one night, and you would probably be surprised that such a small kid could have such impressive vocal cords --

W-WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? RIDER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?!??

[The brochure is now on the ground. So is Waver. He looks absolutely horrified. ...Approach?]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

[SNERK]

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't hear you. Give him a minute (or several ;;). He's currently busy just going FML FML FML FML over and over and over again.

Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.]

[oikoumene.livejournal.com]

Haha, and I was only joking when I said you would be next to show up! Yo, Waver! What are you yelling about now?

1/idk lol

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even look at you.] What am I yelling at now?

2/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

What am I yelling at now?

3/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

YOU KNOW WHY! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU!!

4/5

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[He stands back up, shaking, and the abruptly turns over and jabs a finger at you, but since you're so goddamn tall it barely reaches your chest.]

5/I LIED

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Here BROCHURE IN YOUR FACE ...well not really you're still p. much looking down on it he's tiny after all but YES IT IS BEING INDIGNANTLY THRUST UPON THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF YOUR FACE--] [Man he'd upstage Rin just about now I MEAN. He's so angry he can't think straight right now can you tell. :D;;;]

6/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

7/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Can you hear the gears turning. Turning furiously.]

8/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[...

Wait a second.

........................]

9/??

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

How... could you have been even here, without my knowing?!... [...If he sounds shaky, it's because he is shaking.]

10/11

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[...

DEEP BREATH. BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT.]

11/DONE

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[And in all retrospect only doing that once PROBABLY was not enough but-]

How long has this been, Rider? [As authoritative as his puny self can sound, he gathers what remains of his wits and tries to say this as coolly as possible.

Meaning it failed miserably in terms of 'trying to sound composed'. He just sound aghast and looks the part too.]

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Have a fancy Frenchman who was enjoying his book, but the ear-piercing scream kind of ruined it}

Please do not do that again, monsieur.

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[...

You, good sir, and your professionalism, thankfully, is the one saving grace that does manage to get through to him and bring him back to sanity. It registers a split second later, and the cool tone - it grated on his nerves because truly, it reminded him of the aloofness and arrogance that the corrupted lecturers - every single last one of them - at the Clock Tower carried. It is why that only added to the effectiveness of what's the mental equivalent of a cool splash of water onto his face. Blinking once, he fumbles a bit to recollect himself, and a few seconds later, he's more back to his usual self. Adjusting his collar a bit, he looks at the stranger.

...Well he had no idea who he was, but there's some sort of power. The Church? ...Maybe not, but it's holy?

Either way, there's no reason to take it out on a calm stranger. As much as he would like to because logic completely gets trashed out the window the moment Rider becomes involved.]

...My apologies, sir. It... [Won't happen again? ...No he can't say that. He'll probably lose it again once he actually sees Rider, and he realizes it. ...] Something surprised me. [Still a bit tongue-tied, but he's quickly recovering. Very much thanks to the first-impression association made to a lecturer, too.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil was just minding his own business, until...

OMGUBERLOUDSCREAMINGHOLYSHIT.

Emil spazzes and tries to catch his balance, but ends up falling down too.]

W-what's wrong?! What happened?!

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Waver currently still had his face buried in his hands when Emil fell over. ...He almost looks like he's crying and you may hear him muttering.] That IDIOT!!-

[And then his hands fall by his sides and during the process of hanging his head back in utter despair, he finally notices the blond boy. ...He still looks haunted, but there's some surprise now as common sense gradually begins to trickle back to the otherwise quick-witted and reasonable boy's brain.]

...Are you... talking to me? [Not rude, not dismissive, just. Somewhat confused. ...Still on the slow side for the moment, yep.]

[collector]

[Braxiatel was enjoying a nice Albareran claret while looking over some plans he'd be handed about where to place the new buildings on the Collection. At the scream, he is left staring at his wine glass for a moment, wondering if it will break.]

[Happily, it doesn't, but the wine was trembling.]

Hm.

[Brax frowns politely at Waver] Pardon me, but are you well? Only your shout sounded as if it contained the despair of all of Persepolis on the night Alexander the Great destroyed their palace while inebriated.

[Brax should know; he was there.]

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Waver wouldn't. He only saw one dream thus far that is a memory of Rider's, and it was a grandiose one. Not the bold stupidity that he was already forced to endure on a daily basis.

He did, however, go through that book at the store behind his Servant's back - or at least, tried to, and managed to squeeze in some more extra knowledge to learn more of the King of Conqueror's background. The burly Servant was right when he told his Master that he could just ask him directly if he had any questions, but Waver just couldn't do that. ...Even when he knew that 'because dealing with him just brings headaches' is nothing but an excuse. He just couldn't, and at this time, at least, he wasn't ready to face the answer yet.

The analogy, however, painfully snaps him back to the present. Persepolis... Alexander bemoaned about plundering a modern city just as rich as it was during ancient times, so that he could afford himself ten B2s. That was after Waver clearly remembers saying, in great resignation, that buying a country would be cheaper and faster than getting these military planes.

His common sense is returning as his rage begins to subside, though that only left more room for despair to take over. ...Man, he now feels sorry for Persepolis all over again, but to be quite honest, not as much as how he feels sorry for himself, at this very moment. The analogy fully hits home, and his grimace shows.

The man that spoke seems very high-class. Normally, he'd scramble up to his feet and do his best to behave fittingly in the presence of someone of nobler blood - not like he wasn't used to it already back in London, but right now, he was just too mentally drained to care. Besides, he didn't know the man and it was highly unlikely that he was a friend to an important lecturer at the Tower, so he won't be scolded for that and it wouldn't matter.

...Well, shouldn't. So he'll just look up with bleary eyes and swallow another sigh.] Clever and accurate analogy, sir. It's also probably close to the truth. ...No, but I'll be fine. [Somehow. He still had to actually speak to Rider, after all.

A loud sigh follows as the boy sags his shoulder and fixes his eyes on the starry floor. ...Yeah, he's... fine. He just wants to stay like this for a few more seconds. He'll stand back up in a bit. Try to make up for his lack of manners to this refined gentleman then, and after that, go look for Rider. ...Sounds like a plan.

Wost day ever. OTL]

[horriblyevil.livejournal.com]

Wh--!

[Poor Billy claps his hands over his ears and winces away from the shrillness of that voice. He recoils away from the sound, buried in his pretty average-looking hoodie. Billy had been giving himself a tour of his new Pet Alternate Dimension (which he will eventually take over, of course) when he had the misfortune of happening across none other than Waver Velvet.

Well, Billy knows who'd make a great alarm. Jeez.

When he's certain the eardrum-bursting noise has passed--]

Will you knock it down a few decibels?? I think you... [he rubs at his ears] busted something in there...

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Waver's screams ARE pretty amazing. He never knew he was capable of such pitches either, that is, until he summoned Rider. 8|;

...Well as far as he's concerned you're just a random passerby, since you haven't triggered any pings strong enough to pull him back yet.

So your polite request fell on deaf ears, while Waver looked as if a part of him just shriveled up and died in the past minute or so. Ring harder, or just leave the not-too-sane looking young boy alone? |D;]

[everdistant_utopia]

[Having only just got here herself, Saber is still trying to figure things out, her thoughts turned inward. As such, she's a bit surprised to find something --or rather, someone -- accidentally barring her path. She stops, peering down at the young man, and blinks again in surprise.]

Rider's Master?

1/4

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[He's still holding his face in his hands. So he doesn't see her, no.]

...Oh great, he's really driving me crazy. I'm starting to hear Saber, too...

[shadow-shot.livejournal.com]

[...Haseo didn't need all those decibels right now.

So, Haseo will respond in kind, because clearly that's how these things get solved.] Shut up over there!! Some of us want to be able to hear, dammit! What the hell's your problem, anyway?!

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Waver Velvet's problem is extremely simple. It only involves one person.

That is precisely why it is so complicated. Alexander the Great is just SO DAMN DENSE that he'll never be able to get through him with any sort of common sense.

It is also why Waver could care less if someone shouts back. It's alright, Haseo. The shrill girlish-sounding cry of despair has subsides. There's just now one boy in his late teens pitifully crouched on the floor going FML because his Servant is an idiot. OTL.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Totally not what Isaac needed right now. Jupiter Lighthouse merely EXISTING is giving him enough of a headache. Waver's shrieking is not helping matters]

Please don't yell....

[gdit-rider.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, it's stopped now. Waver has a headache too, but probably for a very different reason than Isaac.

He didn't stop because he heard him. He stopped because he was too busy being drowned in despair to notice someone telling him to be quiet, much less someone who spoke so softly. ...Sorry. OTL]