--Do you see the sheer embarrassment on his face, Anna? Waver recalled the thrill he had when the mists cleared around the summoning circle that those poor chickens had died for and Iskandar's presence was revealed. He may have been nervously biting his lip-- but bear no doubts, Waver lost his shit in that instant.
No reason to resume that pitiful denial.
"It wasn't quite that early, Anna. We may have been in a war, but I was a pretentious little shit that didn't know when to shut up."
They're was no shame in his words. He absolutely was a complete brat. It was how he had come so far.
"Not just four. There's a fifth on the horizon. I plan to get my hosts from last time out of harm's way, even if I must email them the flight plans." He scoffed. The fact that the Mage's Association had passed up his candidacy after he tried entering through legitimate means still bothered him.
No matter.
"It's not just a Catholic idea. A mysterious wish granting artifact is present in most mythologies, but the Grail was the most renowned of them. The name and details aren't important.
We... Have our methods of keeping the general population safe, and it would have worked ten years ago if the Caster pair weren't also serial killers. We needed outside assistance from the Association and the Church to cover up the...uh..."
He trailed, frowning as he mentally fumbled on how to even describe the eldritch monstrosity that the duo had created with their bloodlust and madness.
"... Let's call it the Lovecraftian Horror that they created. It took four out of seven teams working in tandem to take it out before it reached the riverbank and started feeding on the population."
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--Do you see the sheer embarrassment on his face, Anna? Waver recalled the thrill he had when the mists cleared around the summoning circle that those poor chickens had died for and Iskandar's presence was revealed. He may have been nervously biting his lip-- but bear no doubts, Waver lost his shit in that instant.
No reason to resume that pitiful denial.
"It wasn't quite that early, Anna. We may have been in a war, but I was a pretentious little shit that didn't know when to shut up."
They're was no shame in his words. He absolutely was a complete brat. It was how he had come so far.
"Not just four. There's a fifth on the horizon. I plan to get my hosts from last time out of harm's way, even if I must email them the flight plans." He scoffed. The fact that the Mage's Association had passed up his candidacy after he tried entering through legitimate means still bothered him.
No matter.
"It's not just a Catholic idea. A mysterious wish granting artifact is present in most mythologies, but the Grail was the most renowned of them. The name and details aren't important.
We... Have our methods of keeping the general population safe, and it would have worked ten years ago if the Caster pair weren't also serial killers. We needed outside assistance from the Association and the Church to cover up the...uh..."
He trailed, frowning as he mentally fumbled on how to even describe the eldritch monstrosity that the duo had created with their bloodlust and madness.
"... Let's call it the Lovecraftian Horror that they created. It took four out of seven teams working in tandem to take it out before it reached the riverbank and started feeding on the population."