un: silverrose

[fionnuisce]

WHO: Waver + open
WHERE: Libra
WHEN: 1/29, morning
WHAT: Being stressed about a canon update
WARNINGS: Possible discussion of death, likely Nasuverse magicbabble.

okay i don't know exactly how to go about this so i'm going to be blunt

diarmuid's not waking up. and unlike with myself or vash, there's a very real possibility things could be different if he does--i don't even know with certainty that he will. strictly speaking, 'lancer' had nothing to return to at home.

heroic spirits like him aren't meant to retain memories of their past summonings. if he comes back, he might be different--still himself, but not quite as any of you knew him. but at the same time, this specific situation is so beyond unprecedented that i can't be sure what might happen. he might not remember having been in this city at all, but neither can i fully discount the possibility that he could.

wanted to be sure his friends were aware of what's going on, regardless of what outcome should happen.

Comments

un: kesitakame; private

[hoshikiri]

Are you going to be alright?

voice; private

[fionnuisce]

No.


Help.

-> action

[hoshikiri]

[The fact that no response came showed how quick Takame acted on that call. He knew the way to Waver's like the back of his hand, but even then he all but sprinted over to knock on his friend's door.]

'Tis Takame.

[fionnuisce]

It's open.

[Which it was, Waver currently sitting by an open window visibly stressed and smoking like a chimney. So much for trying to quit.]

voice | un: blackbirdtarot | private

[drewthetower]

You're not allowed to come into work for at least a week, even if he wakes up tomorrow. I'll bring food over.

voice; private

[fionnuisce]

...thanks.

[The fact that he didn't argue was even more of a red flag than how stressed out he sounded.]

[drewthetower]

[Shit.]

Is it at the house or did you take him to a clinic or something?

text: un: darkSlayer

[kowase]

I recently bought and have not yet opened a case of of Opus One Proprietary Red--it's a Bordeaux Blend, bottled in 2019, I believe.

Should I come by to share it with you--or perhaps simply drop it off, if you are not in the headspace for company?

[ he doesn't ... do comfort very well, but he's going to at least. try?

...he can't imagine how he'd feel if he were in Waver's shoes, with Dante. ]

[fionnuisce]

[vergil PLEASE he can not speak rich person right now]

i am not entirely against company right now

i'm just also not in the world's most pleasant state right now

[kowase]

[ fool; he knows no other language. ]

I am familiar with being in poor states of mind out of... uncertainty of the fate of another.

It is best not to be alone in those times.

...As I have been told.

voice | un: lastlullaby | private

[end_singer]

...Would you like me to come sit with you a while?

voice; private

[fionnuisce]

That's--that's really not necessary, you don't have to if it's any trouble.

[end_singer]

I am capable of taking care of my duties in my sleep - and I do not mean that in a remotely figurative way - and unlike my own world, am far from the only one carrying them out. Furthermore, this world has gifted me far greater mobility than I could have dreamed of having before.

I offer to be at your side because I can be. Now I ask again: do you want me to be?

video | UN: Thorn

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose takes a moment to respond, and when she does, she does so on video.]

[Upset.]

Waver I—-I’m sorry. Whatever you need, let me know.

[fionnuisce]

Don't worry about me. [Even though he looked pale and unbelievably stressed, already lighting a cigarette with unsteady hands.] I'm fine, i just...don't know what's going to happen.

[poisontippedcure]

No, I am going to worry about you.

[She doesn’t say “because it’s what Dia would want.” She doesn’t have to.]

[Dia is her friend, and if taking care of Waver is going to make up for even a fraction of the kindness he’s shown her, it’s enough.]

Waver, you’re barely able to take care of yourself properly on a good day. [And this isn’t a good day.]

Do you have someone with you now?

private text

[prunedworlds]

I know there's no guarantees, but I think it's at least possible in this place, since people can remember past lives, a Servant might be able to remember past summonings, too. I hope he does, at least.

After a pause, another message:

Do you want to talk?

private text

[fionnuisce]

I don't think it's impossible in a place like this. But it's a toss up at best.



Sure. If you want to.

Re: private text

[prunedworlds]

Yeah, but if there's a chance, I want to hold onto it, you know?


I do. I know there's not much I can do to help, but talking is something, you know?

She'd leave it up to him whether he'd prefer to keep it to text or switch to something else, though.

Video: UN: hotgoss

[bebest]

[This isn't the sort of news anyone wants to get and Zulius is visibly worried about the news.]

Well... that's real flunking bad. Okay. So we need to prep for...whatever the heck he's gonna wake up to. Okay, can do. We can get like...idk, a care package set up or...something.

But we can't help him right now- so, what can I do for you? FYI "nothing" is not an acceptable answer.

[fionnuisce]

[Visibly nervous and lighting a cigarette with shaking hands:] ...I don't know. I-I really don't.

[bebest]

[Well, that's better than "nothing" Zulius lets out of soft worried hmm.]

Okay, so do you want company? I can put together a lil' care package for you too, but if you don't wanna talk, I can get it sent over instead?

[Obnoxiously vain as he is, he's self-aware enough to know he's A Lot and might be a bit too much to deal with while Waver is having a Bad Time.]

private text; un: captainkenway

[jackdawvision]

I’m on my way. Keep a window open so I can come in easily.

Do you need any food while I’m out?

private text;

[fionnuisce]

I don't know. I don't think so.

text > action;

[jackdawvision]

I'll get you something to drink then.

[Don't worry, it's not the chunky rum. It takes Edward a bit to get there, but eventually there's the telltale sound of someone landing on a roof somewhere a few minutes before Edward hoists himself and his messenger bag through the window.]

I brought wine. It's not the best wine there is, [meaning, he just grabbed what he hoped was a reasonably-priced bottle of wine at the nearest store,] but I figured you might like that better than my usual.