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[ While many would go out of their way to avoid picking up oddities while looking through the items people were trying to sell as they cleared out their clutter in what he could only describe as suspicious spring cleaning… A certain mage had always been rather drawn to picking up items of such a nature (often left behind by other mages who would not appreciate the ‘Scourge of Mage Society’s’ nosiness) and then analyzing and reverse engineering them himself… Maybe making some improvements.

Everyone needed a hobby, right? And at least this meant someone who knew what they were doing was picking stuff up before people who wouldn’t know did.

Of course, not everything always went to plan and sometimes the universe threw you little curveballs for its own amusement… And Waver was many things, amusing when ruffled being one of them. One of the townsfolk had slipped in a ‘bonus’ without his noticing, and while he absolutely could probably solve it… It wasn’t so simple when it presented a very distracting situation.

So… You know… Enjoy the sight of a man on his last nerve and the sound of multiple meows coming from the other end of the feed. Yes, that’s right, he’s got a cursed object that has attracted a bunch of stray cats to his workshop. ]

Afternoon, everyone. I seem to have picked up something a bit… complicated.

[ Gods, this is embarrassing… The man tries to keep a straight face, but there’s a stressed switch in his brows. ]

I’m sure there have been a few people who’ve already picked up oddities that the locals have been trying to get rid of, and while most of the ones I’ve come across have been fascinating finds…

[ No, seriously, his magic-solving brain has enjoyed the workout. ]

It seems something was slipped in that, while I can undo the enchantment, is proving to be more distracting than I can properly focus on.

[ Another meow, the sound of a beaker being pushed off the counter and breaking on the floor, is heard. Waver takes a deep breath. ]

If anyone is good with cats, I would gladly pay them to- stop scratching up my sofa! And you! Get down from there! [ He cleared his throat before trying again. ] I will pay someone to gather and remove these trouble makers before they destroy my workshop!

Who; Waver and anyone! Open to all!
What; A Network Story and a Log for the event!
Where; All around Aterat!
When; Sometime in August
Warnings; None to start aside from the description of the beast, if anything happens I will add it!
Note; So I’m thinking the network could be a fun chat story time, the log for after-story experience if you want to run into him or handwave asking him to check a place out. We could mix it up and people could reach out to Waver about sightings or talk if they’re experiencing an encounter via the network, if you aren’t feeling the log! And if you'd rather just do your own thing with the beast, that's cool too. Also, if you want something personal written up, or to do something different, I’m open to anything! My plotting post is over here


( Clock-Tower Unsolved with Professor Charisma: Hackney Marsh Beast - Network - OTA )

( Local Mage Confronted With Consequences of Opening His Mouth - Log - OTA )

Who; Waver and Illyana
What; Just one friend dropping in (uninvited teleporting) to surprise another friend for a chat.
Where; His workshop in the harbor district because he exists in one of three places most of the time
When; Around Feb 24th
Warnings; None but we'll update if something comes up.

( But maybe use the door next time...? )

Good afternoon, everyone.

[ The mage looks oddly pleased for once as he set his phone against something to record. The tired frown he was known for had lightened to something close to a smile as he grabs a pen to write while he speaks.]

I just wanted to share some news concerning the Academy. In my spare time, I’ve been going through the records room for anything that survived the incident. In doing so, I’ve come across the names of past supporters of the Academy and we’ve actually managed to locate some of the ones that are here now. Since then, we’ve put together and presented them with a proposal that they’ve since accepted and agreed to financially support the school as they did before.

[ Some scribbling is heard before the pen is traded out for another with a small hum, the first had been empty. ]

Anyway, this will mean a few things. First, those of us who’ve been working there will start receiving pay. Second, the academy will be able to hire for a wider variety of positions as well. Such as maintenance, cafeteria, administration, more teachers and other things. [ More scribbling. Another pen is traded out. Then another. Waver is starting to wonder if any of his pens have ink in them. ]… Finally, the academy is going to be undergoing a full restoration. Local businesses will likely be contracted to assist with both structural and cosmetic repairs.

[ Yes, despite the pen thing, he’s definitely smiling at this point. Seeing a school in disrepair has been bothering the professor for obvious reasons. Still, there is more to address, so he moves on even as he reaches for another pen. ]

Along with old lesson plans and financial records, I’ve also found that all official documents bore the signature of the headmaster from when the school was last operational. His name was ‘Percival Quincy.’ I would like to ask if anyone recognizes the name, or if they can get in touch if they run across anything relating to him? All I've heard about the headmaster before now would be that he was involved with the research of the cryst… So I think it would be beneficial to learn more about him and his work if we can.

[ Waver's brow twitches in slight annoyance as yet another pen hasn’t got ink in it. Pulling a fountain pen out of his coat pocket, he goes to continue and… Nothing. Unscrewing the pen, he gets a rather ridiculous befuddled look on his face. There’s not even a cartridge in the pen itself. ]

What in the…? [ He lets out an annoyed huff, tossing the pen to the desk among the others. ] It seems that I have to go and deal with someone's idea of a prank now. Thank you for your time.

[ It was an odd day.

One Lord El-Melloi II had never addressed the network properly before. In fact, he only tended to even respond to people on it if it seemed necessary or the subject sparked his interest. He wasn’t a social creature, after all. So it’s quite strange for there to be a series of broadcasts, all showcasing particular moments in his life that he certainly would not have been open to sharing. Although some might have been... a bit confusing, considering they seemed to focus on a young man named 'Waver Velvet.' If it weren't coming from his phone, some might not have made the connection.

Needless to say, once he realized what had happened? He was going to have the fun of explaining that… Either on the network, or (if anyone is bold enough to show up on his doorstep) in person should they find him hiding in his workshop in the harbor district. ]

Memories:
(Note: All of these are written versions of scenes and vary in length, as finding decent clips is a nightmare)

Class Ridicule and the Theft of a Relic - Fate/ Zero memory - Conent Warnings: Public humiliation, Nobles in mage society are elitist assholes - Wordcount: 1650

The King's Request - Fate/ Zero memory - Content Warnings: Acceptance/resignation towards the possibility of death - Wordcount: 963

Finding Family - Fate/ Zero memory - Content Warnings: None, the Mackenzies are too wholesome. Glen MacKenzie took one look at this teenager who tricked them with magic and decided 'Well, he's our grandson for real now.' - Wordcount: 805

Becoming Lord El-Melloi II - Casefiles Memory - Content Warning: Abduction, guilt, someone taking advantage of said guilt - Wordcount: 1887

A Collision and Absurd Nicknames - Casefiles Memory - Content Warnings: None, just Flat being ridiculous and getting on Waver’s last nerve - Wordcount: 1024