Lord El-Melloi II - Waver Velvet (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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aterat2022-10-19 10:27 am
ask_whydunit) wrote in aterat2022-10-19 10:27 am
Entry tags:
When ur luck stat is in the negative somehow
Who; Lord El-Melloi II and anyone around
What; Dark Hour Event
Where; Aterat on the other side of the mirror
When; Backdated to the 10th because I am slow
Warnings; None yet, but I will update!
The arrival - OTA:
A certain magus had not trusted the standing mirrors that appeared in everyone’s lodgings from the moment he saw them. Even before he’d heard the whole ‘other world’ thing, he’d seen his reflection, and it had been irritating to see to put it lightly. So rather than interacting with it, or continuing to put up with it. He’d covered the mirror with a sheet and simply ignored it for the last few weeks since his arrival.
Then the bloody thing had started shaking one night, and the sheet fell off… On the one hand, the annoying sight of his other self had not been present. On the other hand, the sight of the room on the other side of the glass had still set off warning signals. So scooping up the sheet, he moved forward to cover it again and go back to relaxing and playing a round of a tactical game on his Gameboy. Only… Well, the sheet was dragging on the floor at his feet and he’d stepped on it and pitched forward clumsily.
And through the mirror, one Lord El-melloi II had gone.
With no mirror present on the other side, the man had done the only thing he could do: Utter some frustrated curses at his bad luck and leave the building behind in search of answers and hopefully some portal back.
What he found outside the building wasn’t much better, of course. Not the worst sight he’d seen in his life… But damn disturbing, accompanied by a tug of unpleasant nostalgia nonetheless, as he looked down at the blood covered streets before his eyes came to rest on the countless coffins stood in rows. What kind of messed up reality had he inadvertently slipped into?
At least this was… manageable outside the obvious disturbing sight. He ended up in weird situations all the time, after all. This was just another day at the office for the professor back in his world… Sure, usually Gray or one of his students was around, but he could manage a small investigation to getting himself out of here easily enough, right? Right. Wrong.
On the run - OTA:
If one skipped forward about two hours, ignoring the standard investigation sequence that inevitably leads to someone finding something they shouldn’t in a horror movie and ending up on the bad side of the thing that’s been lurking in the shadows for most of the movie.
Instead of wandering from one building to the next in a thorough search for a mirror that might be the way out, the mage was currently running (not an activity he enjoyed) between buildings and down side-streets in an attempt to lose more of the damned dark shadowy creatures that kept finding him. Getting too close seemed to cause them to shift into something else though, strange or frightfully beautiful at times, making him wonder if they were some kind of security system for this place, familiars created by something else… But it wasn’t as though he were stupid enough to stick around and ask, they seemed prone to attacking and Waver wasn’t really suited for confrontations of this nature.
At first, running into one here and there had been troublesome, but… not entirely impossible to slow down with a few low-grade gandr shots and flee. Running into several at once was another matter entirely, especially if you say… Were being chased by two and then found yourself cut off by another group ahead that soon morphed to look something like a giant starfish with an eye in the center. “Shit…!” He muttered, skidding to a halt and backing up slightly. Waver’s hair was in total disarray at this point, one hand reaching up to brace his arm as he let another couple cursed shots fly from his fingertips, grimacing as they did little more than slow the things down slightly as they seemed annoyed by the attack more than anything.
What; Dark Hour Event
Where; Aterat on the other side of the mirror
When; Backdated to the 10th because I am slow
Warnings; None yet, but I will update!
The arrival - OTA:
A certain magus had not trusted the standing mirrors that appeared in everyone’s lodgings from the moment he saw them. Even before he’d heard the whole ‘other world’ thing, he’d seen his reflection, and it had been irritating to see to put it lightly. So rather than interacting with it, or continuing to put up with it. He’d covered the mirror with a sheet and simply ignored it for the last few weeks since his arrival.
Then the bloody thing had started shaking one night, and the sheet fell off… On the one hand, the annoying sight of his other self had not been present. On the other hand, the sight of the room on the other side of the glass had still set off warning signals. So scooping up the sheet, he moved forward to cover it again and go back to relaxing and playing a round of a tactical game on his Gameboy. Only… Well, the sheet was dragging on the floor at his feet and he’d stepped on it and pitched forward clumsily.
And through the mirror, one Lord El-melloi II had gone.
With no mirror present on the other side, the man had done the only thing he could do: Utter some frustrated curses at his bad luck and leave the building behind in search of answers and hopefully some portal back.
What he found outside the building wasn’t much better, of course. Not the worst sight he’d seen in his life… But damn disturbing, accompanied by a tug of unpleasant nostalgia nonetheless, as he looked down at the blood covered streets before his eyes came to rest on the countless coffins stood in rows. What kind of messed up reality had he inadvertently slipped into?
At least this was… manageable outside the obvious disturbing sight. He ended up in weird situations all the time, after all. This was just another day at the office for the professor back in his world… Sure, usually Gray or one of his students was around, but he could manage a small investigation to getting himself out of here easily enough, right? Right. Wrong.
On the run - OTA:
If one skipped forward about two hours, ignoring the standard investigation sequence that inevitably leads to someone finding something they shouldn’t in a horror movie and ending up on the bad side of the thing that’s been lurking in the shadows for most of the movie.
Instead of wandering from one building to the next in a thorough search for a mirror that might be the way out, the mage was currently running (not an activity he enjoyed) between buildings and down side-streets in an attempt to lose more of the damned dark shadowy creatures that kept finding him. Getting too close seemed to cause them to shift into something else though, strange or frightfully beautiful at times, making him wonder if they were some kind of security system for this place, familiars created by something else… But it wasn’t as though he were stupid enough to stick around and ask, they seemed prone to attacking and Waver wasn’t really suited for confrontations of this nature.
At first, running into one here and there had been troublesome, but… not entirely impossible to slow down with a few low-grade gandr shots and flee. Running into several at once was another matter entirely, especially if you say… Were being chased by two and then found yourself cut off by another group ahead that soon morphed to look something like a giant starfish with an eye in the center. “Shit…!” He muttered, skidding to a halt and backing up slightly. Waver’s hair was in total disarray at this point, one hand reaching up to brace his arm as he let another couple cursed shots fly from his fingertips, grimacing as they did little more than slow the things down slightly as they seemed annoyed by the attack more than anything.