Lord El-Melloi II - Waver Velvet (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ask_whydunit) wrote in aterat2023-02-24 04:16 pm
Check in on your local hermit mage
Who; Waver and Illyana
What; Just one friend dropping in (uninvited teleporting) to surprise another friend for a chat.
Where; His workshop in the harbor district because he exists in one of three places most of the time
When; Around Feb 24th
Warnings; None but we'll update if something comes up.
Contrary to popular belief, Waver did know how to relax. Not all of his time was devoted to work, research and dealing with whatever mess of the week some mage had made and requested the El-Melloi’s help to figure out before the Policy department got involved. Sure, none of it was what mages expected of a Lord of the clock tower, but he liked to think it still was proof that he wasn’t as much of a workaholic as he appeared to be. Of course, Waver also was a pro at lying to himself as much as he was at lying about other things, so there were probably people who disagreed.
He read a lot beyond the dusty old magical tombs he liked to study. His detective novel stash was unsurprisingly impressive, as was the collection of the classics and books on mythology. He had a record collection from his youth, one of the few things he hadn’t sold off to pay for his tuition at the clock tower as a teenager. Finally, there were video games. The most embarrassing hobby, if his sister and other mages were to say anything about it, but it was probably his largest indulgence and had been since Fuyuki. His consoles ranged from ‘retro’ to all the way up to a very fancy gaming computer he was quite proud of.
So the point stood. He knew how to relax and unwind like a normal human being.
That said, being here was a little different. His record collection and player were a world away, his book collection was very small here, and getting something new to read meant taking a walk to the historium (not ideal in this weather). There was, however, at least something he had taken care of. Sure, he couldn’t justify most of his video game systems and collection either, but he had wanted to test just how good Raimon really was at getting things from their own worlds… and his game boy advanced with a couple games had been a safe way to go. No risk to damage something of a magical nature if it went wrong, and electronics could be repaired far easier by comparison to say… a magic crest.
Regardless of concerns, it had worked out.
Which was why Waver was currently draped across the sofa in his workshop with his eyes focused on a small electronic screen (squinting slightly, there was no back light and the lamplight wasn’t quite cutting it), with electronic music blaring out of the machine’s tiny speakers. Is his hair unbrushed and looking vaguely like it was alive? Yes. Does he look like he hasn’t seen the sun in over a week? Also yes, but lots of people could probably say the same in February.
It was fine. He wasn’t expected at the academy right now, nor was he expecting company.
It was just him, his game, and the magic project bubbling on the counter till it was time for him to move on to the next stage of it.
What; Just one friend dropping in (uninvited teleporting) to surprise another friend for a chat.
Where; His workshop in the harbor district because he exists in one of three places most of the time
When; Around Feb 24th
Warnings; None but we'll update if something comes up.
Contrary to popular belief, Waver did know how to relax. Not all of his time was devoted to work, research and dealing with whatever mess of the week some mage had made and requested the El-Melloi’s help to figure out before the Policy department got involved. Sure, none of it was what mages expected of a Lord of the clock tower, but he liked to think it still was proof that he wasn’t as much of a workaholic as he appeared to be. Of course, Waver also was a pro at lying to himself as much as he was at lying about other things, so there were probably people who disagreed.
He read a lot beyond the dusty old magical tombs he liked to study. His detective novel stash was unsurprisingly impressive, as was the collection of the classics and books on mythology. He had a record collection from his youth, one of the few things he hadn’t sold off to pay for his tuition at the clock tower as a teenager. Finally, there were video games. The most embarrassing hobby, if his sister and other mages were to say anything about it, but it was probably his largest indulgence and had been since Fuyuki. His consoles ranged from ‘retro’ to all the way up to a very fancy gaming computer he was quite proud of.
So the point stood. He knew how to relax and unwind like a normal human being.
That said, being here was a little different. His record collection and player were a world away, his book collection was very small here, and getting something new to read meant taking a walk to the historium (not ideal in this weather). There was, however, at least something he had taken care of. Sure, he couldn’t justify most of his video game systems and collection either, but he had wanted to test just how good Raimon really was at getting things from their own worlds… and his game boy advanced with a couple games had been a safe way to go. No risk to damage something of a magical nature if it went wrong, and electronics could be repaired far easier by comparison to say… a magic crest.
Regardless of concerns, it had worked out.
Which was why Waver was currently draped across the sofa in his workshop with his eyes focused on a small electronic screen (squinting slightly, there was no back light and the lamplight wasn’t quite cutting it), with electronic music blaring out of the machine’s tiny speakers. Is his hair unbrushed and looking vaguely like it was alive? Yes. Does he look like he hasn’t seen the sun in over a week? Also yes, but lots of people could probably say the same in February.
It was fine. He wasn’t expected at the academy right now, nor was he expecting company.
It was just him, his game, and the magic project bubbling on the counter till it was time for him to move on to the next stage of it.