Catch-All or June and July | Prompts Inside

[slightlytaller]

Character Name: Waver Velvet (here), Oscar Pine (justoscar) and friends!

Who: Waver and Oscar and their CR
What: This is a catch-all for threads with assorted prompts for my boys for the foreseeable future.
When: June and July
Where: Throughout Trench.

Content Warnings: TBA

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Closed to Jon Sims

[slightlytaller]

You could take the archivist out of the library, but you couldn't take the urge to study, organize, and annotate out of the archivist. Although Waver was a man of multiple roles, archival maintenance being only one, he had always felt a certain draw to the endless shelves that contained volume upon volume of lore and the unknown. Many nights were spent sleeping at the work desks, and many days were spent over those same desks with only his notebooks and a sandwich he had snuck in as his company.

It was impossible to stay away from the archives in Gaze for too long.

Although he lived in Cellar Door, it was inevitable that the archives at the School of Mutter gained his attention. A part of Waver even longed to take on a teaching position-- but, certain problems which currently had him in the shape of a centaur needed to be attended to first.

Whatever they were.

That afternoon in Trench was no exception to the pattern he had made for himself. Waver was aware that he took up a greater amount of space than was normal for him, but the manner of organization in these archives was so peculiar he couldn't help but puzzle over it. Word was that Remina, the Patron Pthumerian of the boundless knowledge here, had her own ideas about organization and that the best methods of dealing were to just go with the flow and spend a meandering afternoon searching. At base, Waver didn't mind this. However...

He wanted to brush up on the classics, and Iskandar was a big fan of Homer. Although he had read the famous epic works before, a reread felt warranted-- particularly now that he had a greater understanding of Latin and Greek than he did when he first read these tomes.

Unfortunately, Remina seemed to want him to take a small odyssey around the archives before he found them, and he was starting to wonder if the method of resolving the puzzle of the Labyrinth would be necessary. He was however lacking in rope, and he wasn't going to take the solution to the Gordian Knot for this.

...It was unfortunately easy to spot the Centaur puzzling over the minutia in the aisles. Have fun.

[itknowsyou]

That's— oh. Well. This is, at least, a new one.

(Probably. Jon's memories are so insufferably full of holes that he can't ever be quite sure.)

The centaur may feel that he is being watched, by something much larger and more menacing than the sight which greets him when he turns around: an openly baffled man with a stack of books in his arms, looking like a rumpled and badly scarred librarian. His glasses sit cracked and crooked on his nose, his hair is pulled back into an impatient ponytail, and he is marveling at the half-horse man in his stacks with an air of faint affront.

When he's caught staring, he blinks as though shaking himself free of a daze and says, falteringly:

"I— yes, sorry, I was just— organizing."

It sounds a little weak. He's still staring.

[slightlytaller]

Having eyes on him from a source he couldn't readily identify was an unfortunate situation that he had more experience than most in. Mages were a cagey, distrustful lot that employed multiple layers of secrecy, entrapments, and espionage in order to safeguard their legacies-- everything from golems and familiars to artifacts so esoteric, complex, or ancient that phrases like 'Reality Marble' or 'Mystic Code' were the only means of describing them were employed by Master and Novice alike. Waver himself had used small familiars for surveillance as needed, but felt no need in Trench.

The residents mostly didn't try to kill each other over stupid problems.

Waver felt the man's presence before he heard or saw him. The way the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and the chill that wracked his spine told him plenty.

This wasn't a Servant-- nor was this a God in a manner that he recognized. However...

Whomever or whatever this was, Waver knew it wasn't something to fuck with.

Releasing a heavy sigh-- weary already of being caught in an unseen web of machinations belonging to entities he knew he couldn't fully comprehend-- Waver angled his head towards the stranger.

"That's funny," he said, lifting a book for that man to see. 'A Travelers Guide to the Flora and Fauna of the Coast' was embossed in shining filigree on the leather-bound cover.

"I was doing the same. It's futile, Remina does as she wants when we're not paying attention, but some habits are hard to break."

He didn't like working in a disorganized library.

[itknowsyou]

"Do you... work here?"

This is a deeply stupid question because Jon does not, himself, work here. Exactly. He just— well, he can't think of anywhere else he ought to be, and the state of the Archives makes him want to crawl out of his own skin. It's viscerally wrong that he can't find anything.

"Why would she keep it this way?"

[slightlytaller]

A look.

Currently, Waver was just a centaur with encyclopedic knowledge of alchemy and it's crossovers with other branches of magecraft as he knew it-- and a centaur with depression.

He was working nowhere, thanks.

"I don't claim to understand the whims of gods," He intoned dryly. "Or, in this case, Remina or Never Mind.

"And no, I don't work here. Not for lack of wanting to. Do you need help with something?"

Closed to Qrow Branwen, July 5th

[justoscar]

[It was a rare opportunity to spend time with Qrow. When the chance to head out and possibly take to the skies with him came up, Oscar jumped for it with all of the eagerness of a teenager that was eager to spend time with his uncle. The chaos within Trench in recent months, including the odd pall that had overtaken the boardwalk with the new moon cycle, only spurred this on further.

Oscar had a lot of pent up feelings that he hadn't dealt with. A little down time was a relief.]

Uncle Qrow?

[He asked, tapping on the door frame before he popped his head in to see what was going on.]

I'm ready when you are. I was thinking we could just... see what came up while we were out. How does that sound?