aterat | Open September Logs

Who; Waver & Anyone
What; 2 Open Logs
Where; Market & Fountain (memory)
When; Late September I guess
Warnings; For the fountain memory: Severe Injury & allusions to possible death

A. Market – OTA

Several people had been on his case (justifiably even if he wouldn’t admit it) to get out more. Not that last month had made it that easy to acquiesce to that suggestion… Waver had exerted himself a little too much over everything. Between the damned beast and the other situations, he’d gotten involved with (even if he’d been warned not to). His overused circuits ached, and the rest of his body had done what it did every time a case got a little too out of hand and he’d pushed himself until it was over. It stopped him by way of getting sick and he’d had to hide away while he tried to recover from it.

So there was at least a reason for returning to the hermit life.

At least until that day, as he opened his fridge and realized with disappointment that he was once again out of bread and other assorted sandwich making ingredients… Not to mention he needed to pick up some things for the workshop before he went there later to check in on the state of his current subject of interest. The mystery seed that definitely did not appear to be normal by any stretch. He’d been cautious, studied it a bit, then set up a carefully controlled environment to contain it and see how it grew. Giving Waver items of a magical nature was like giving a kid a toy at Christmas. He was going to be curious, and he was going to study the hell out of it.

So, between the need for easy to make food stuff and materials for his workshop, he found him in the open air market. Strolling between stalls with a bag over his shoulder to carry what he needed. The mage mumbled to himself as he ticked off each item on his mental list, “Tomatoes… Lettuce… Eggs… Bread. Right, I need bread.” He sighed, turning to move away from his current path and on towards the bakery. “Maybe I’ll stop at the tavern for lunch-” Waver started to muse to himself as he noted the time of day, only to stop with a startled sound as he almost walked right into someone, the bag on his shoulder slipping off when he started to drop to the ground with an audible sound of something breaking (RIP eggs). "What the- You startled me!"

Obviously...

Smooth, Velvet.

B. Fountain Memory – OTA

Waver sat on the edge of the fountain later that day as he fussed with his lighter that was being difficult, despite him being certain he just filled the damn thing. It was just meant to be a short pause to light his cigar before starting the walk to his workshop. He planned to check on the mystery planting project he’d set up in a small, controlled environment placed next to a window, maybe nap on the sofa and hope that nothing exploded for a few days.

Idly the mage glanced at the fountain as he seriously considered giving up on the lighter and conjuring a little flame to be done with it, but that was a waste of mana in his opinion when a lighter should be doing the job just fine. The little gold object slipped free of his grip though and clinked audibly on the ground as something caught his eye in the reflection of the still waters…

And when the memory played to the end, a muttered curse left his mouth and his shoulders shook lightly in annoyance. “Shit.” He did not, in fact, need the bloody reminder of what happened just before he suddenly found himself in this stupid city over a year ago now… Especially when he’d had to practice the art of dodging the obvious around people who were starting to notice his avoidance of certain subjects and questions.

It was then that he noticed he wasn’t alone, feeling a presence standing near enough that the fountain had probably been in full view. His head swivelled and his gaze was sharp as he glanced at them uncomfortably. “Can I help you with something or are you just going to stand there gawking?”

Oof... Have fun with that.

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Good news, Nida wasn't the one almost walked into, so this wasn't his fault. Bad news, he actually felt bad about the guy. The guard pulled away from the stall owner he was talking to and moved to meet the mage.

"Hey there. Do you need some help?"

If nothing else, with his water magic he would be able to wash the egg gunk off of things.

Yin knows that voice. As she's been at the fountain for a while, it doesn't show anything for her, at the moment, though her vision might repeat, later. For now, one hand in the fountain, her specter turns to look right at Waver, in a way Yin herself can't seem to. It definitely meet's Waver's eyes.

When it looks right at him, Yin's eyes finally meet his. This is what Waver looks like. She associates the voice to his appearance.

But right, he seems agitated and asked a question, Yin intends to answer as best as she can.

Yin tilts her head and softly says, slowly, "I was putting your appearance to memory."

She looks down where the memory had played out. Yin is also still processing that.

Edited 2023-09-26 18:14 (UTC)

It seemed that Illyana had perfect timing for coming upon Waver when he probably least wanted to see her. The reasons she happened to be passing by the fountain at the exact moment it was playing his memory were pure coincidence. Or perhaps, if one wanted to be more cynical, it was the universe playing a trick on him. She'd been on the other side of the fountain when it started and she'd honestly gotten caught up in the memory, it was almost like watching a movie. A movie with an actor you were familiar with.

He really did lead a life that would almost fit right in with the X-Men.

Of course, once he'd finally noticed her (and she'd finally noticed him) she tilted her head and then gave a small smirk. "I think I'll just keep gawking for a bit." She really couldn't help herself. "At least there's less chance of everyone seeing it if it's playing in a movie fountain." Was that her vague attempt at trying to make him feel better? Maybe.

"Did you ever find out who she was?" Of course she was going to ask questions and not just pretend she hadn't seen anything.