[a; platform; despite all my worries and troubles]
...the fuck-?
[What else could one really say to this? A man with a black cane at his right side hurriedly gave himself a once-over; hair still tied in a long black ponytail, but in unfamiliar clothes he wouldn't have been caught dead wearing. Sunglasses missing, and--]
[His free hand went to the back of his neck, and apparently finding nothing he switched from confused to alarmed and furious, checking his pockets before starting to go through the knapsack he'd been inexplicably wearing. Cursing under his breath, he muttered furiously:]
If this is an elaborate hypnosis prank, someone is going to be living the rest of their very numbered days in detention--!
[b; music room; conviction it crumbles]
[Probably a weird place to go so shortly after arrival, but once he had a grasp of the what and a general concept of why of the situation, there were a few small pressing problems to work on. Not the least of which was the unsettling feeling of being unarmed--alchemical equipment sounded hard to come by here, even the more mundane of chemicals. That was a longer-term goal, and the short term was-]
That'll do for now, I suppose. [He said that to himself, a coil of thin piano wire disappearing into the knapsack.] Far from ideal, but options are a bit limited...
[c; cabin 3-D; but i can decide when to stand up and fight]
[The initial anger and panic had faded reasonably fast, and eventually he found his way to the right cabin--rolling his eyes with a sigh at the name 'Lord El-Melloi II' outside of it, but that could be worse. No point complaining to the Magical Mystical Second Fucking Magic Train about it, and instead he took up a lower bunk with the silver-handled cane leaning up against it, its owner flipping almost idly through a leaflet.]
[This situation was a goddamned nightmare, and the Association was going to kill him. Hell, they wouldn't even get the chance if Reines or a few others he could name got to him first.]
Lord El-Melloi II/Waver Velvet | Fate/AU | blue team
...the fuck-?
[What else could one really say to this? A man with a black cane at his right side hurriedly gave himself a once-over; hair still tied in a long black ponytail, but in unfamiliar clothes he wouldn't have been caught dead wearing. Sunglasses missing, and--]
[His free hand went to the back of his neck, and apparently finding nothing he switched from confused to alarmed and furious, checking his pockets before starting to go through the knapsack he'd been inexplicably wearing. Cursing under his breath, he muttered furiously:]
If this is an elaborate hypnosis prank, someone is going to be living the rest of their very numbered days in detention--!
[b; music room; conviction it crumbles]
[Probably a weird place to go so shortly after arrival, but once he had a grasp of the what and a general concept of why of the situation, there were a few small pressing problems to work on. Not the least of which was the unsettling feeling of being unarmed--alchemical equipment sounded hard to come by here, even the more mundane of chemicals. That was a longer-term goal, and the short term was-]
That'll do for now, I suppose. [He said that to himself, a coil of thin piano wire disappearing into the knapsack.] Far from ideal, but options are a bit limited...
[c; cabin 3-D; but i can decide when to stand up and fight]
[The initial anger and panic had faded reasonably fast, and eventually he found his way to the right cabin--rolling his eyes with a sigh at the name 'Lord El-Melloi II' outside of it, but that could be worse. No point complaining to the Magical Mystical Second Fucking Magic Train about it, and instead he took up a lower bunk with the silver-handled cane leaning up against it, its owner flipping almost idly through a leaflet.]
[This situation was a goddamned nightmare, and the Association was going to kill him. Hell, they wouldn't even get the chance if Reines or a few others he could name got to him first.]