nonacquiescent | Mailbox for Tower of Animus

[ He might notice a horrible stench coming from his mailbox. Rotten food maybe? At least one could hope it was food and not something else that can decompose. If he manages to brave the package, on top of it is a folded up piece of paper that reads a simple message. ]

Leave me alone.

[ It isn't signed, but there are very few people who would do this to him. Right? ]

Class: Rider

Master: Shinji Matou

War: ??? Seriously, how am I supposed to know?

Status: Deleted at the end of the first week's elimination battle.

Current Status: Screwing around with my pain in the ass of a Master. Look, if you think I'm the kind of person with some grand plan to take this place over, you're probably wrong.

Other
1. Can you name the other Master and Servant groups from your war? There was a girl named Hakuno and her red obnoxious Saber, a kid that looks like you but creepy with some knight in shining stupidity, and couple other girls that didn't look anything like the usual avatars. But if you seriously think I can name off every single team, you're a couple ships short of an armada.

2. A rough timeline of events within your war.
-Summoning
-Treasure hunting
-Fighting Saber
-Deletion

3. Is there anyone among us you consider yourself to be at odds with?
Hell no. Like I really care enough to hold a grudge. But if someone starts anything with me, I'm going to finish it.

4. Do you have any concerns or other notes you would like to address?
Yeah, why are you suddenly the Spanish Inquisition? You're lucky I'm in a good mood or I might just tell you to shove it.

[Sometime after morning on the 8th, Waver will find two pieces of paper in his mailbox folded together. The second, inner piece of paper is Diarmuid's survey. The first outer note is blank except for the words "I'm sorry."]

Class: Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne)

Master: Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi (He held my command seals until he was injured.) Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri (She supplied me energy and later held my seals.)

War: 4th

Status: The morning after we defeated Caster. That is when the war...ended for me.

Current Status: I'm just trying to do my best to help as many people as possible. Just because I have nothing to go back to, doesn't mean they don't.

Other

1. Can you name the other Master and Servant groups from your war?

Rider and you, Assassin and ??, Archer and ??, Berserker and Kariya Matou, Caster and Ryuunosuke Uryuu, Saber and Kiritsugu Emiya/Irisviel von Einzbern

2. A rough timeline of events within your war.

The events of my version of the war match with yours until the point I died. I don't know if they are the same or different somehow after that for obvious reasons.

3. Is there anyone among us you consider yourself to be at odds with?

The darkened Saber found me lacking during the experiment and has not forgiven me my actions. Other than that, I don't think I'm at odds with anyone in particular. That may change if certain other masters from our war arrive here.

4. Do you have any concerns or other notes you would like to address?

While I have not met him yet, Caster's master is a worry. I am also worried about how people treat Rin, though I understand she is not easy to get along with and sometimes invites trouble

Edited 2013-02-08 05:10 (UTC)

[When Waver looked in his mailbox next time, he would find a small wooden box. Inside would be a few pieces of chocolate and a note.]

Dear Waver,

Happy Valentines Day! I hope we can continue to be friends!

From,

Tohko Amano, the book girl.

[ The day after Valentine's so he doesn't get the wrong idea. Maybe it was something Lancer said to her, but he'll find three tomes that are clearly from an elder magi family. They're worn with significant use, but the knowledge within is suited for a magus of his level. There's definitely something he could learn from them if he wished.

Tucked between the cover and first page of one of them is a note. The handwriting may be familiar... ]

If you want to study these together, we can sometime.

[Guess who discovered the network recently?

Guess who found this?

Guess who is getting a letter in his mailbox saying simply:]

Meet me on the 15th Level at dawn. --Saber of White

[OOC: Lemme know if you wanna log this out later or not.]

Edited 2013-03-09 04:52 (UTC)

[Waver will receive a packet of fish (already cleaned, just needs to be cooked), a packet of herbs, and some vegetables. Along with a note:]

I tested it myself and it's safe to eat. Rider would be angry with both of us if you were to starve.

--Saber of White

[this note is in lots of colourful crayons, in handwriting which is childish but neat.]

deer everyone

i am riting a book on all the heros of the tower so that no one gets forgotted. but i dont know everyone and i dont want anyone to be missed out

so if you would like to can you please say who you fink is the best hero you know and what makes them a hero

you can do more than one name if you want

please send yore answers to romeo

or to room number two on floor one

thank you

romeo

[There are pictures at the end of smiling faces]

There's clearly something to be said for preparing things in advance. As it seems the days I was going to spend gathering some form of gifts have now been overrun with bloodthirsty medieval medical practitioners, I'll just have to consider my lesson learned.

As that's the situation and all I have on hand is a pen and notebook, you'll just have to settle for that in which I most often deal--information.

I don't claim to understand the operation of parallel worlds as Zelretch does. As a result it isn't possible for me to say 'this is how it's going to be' should we defy the impossible and restore everything to the way that it once was. Regrettably, saying with certainty that your future is a desirable one is something I can't do despite my wish to the contrary.

But Zelretch be damned, I know myself no matter the Second Magic bullshit. And since that's the case, there's a number of things I can assume and guess at.

Most importantly, you're an idiot.

Or at least, people think you are. But that's the trick of it--people underestimate an idiot. No one expects an idiot to turn around and suddenly be a genius, which you and I both know is the truth of the matter. If all goes perfectly and we manage to go home, obviously I don't know that you'll end up the same way I have. But I don't doubt for a second that you could. That's the difficult part: almost no one's going to believe in you or your abilities. What you need to do is straighten up and believe in yourself. The only word that matters when it comes to that is your own.

No matter what happens or how you end up, I want you to know this. You have more potential than anyone could ever guess at. If we don't all die and if you don't fuck up, someday you might just live up to it and make everyone listen to an idiot.

Good luck. You'll need it.

Happy goddamned Christmas, idiot.

-Waver

Edited (I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN SPELL) 2013-12-27 01:57 (UTC)

Mailbox for Tower of Animus

letter ✉ february 7th

[letter; evening, 2/7]

Left on the 8th

[Note and an object, left on the fourteenth.]

letter ✉ backdated to february 15

Letter on the 8th of March

no subject

no subject

12/25, left in the evening