Lord El-Melloi II [AU] (
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behappyhere2014-10-24 03:20 pm
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[dated 10/3, open] // you say there's talk of revolution
[I CAN NOT BELIEVE I FLAT-OUT FORGOT TO DO THIS GOOD JOB NAO]
[In an apartment in London, Lord El-Melloi II was all but counting the remaining seconds he'd be allowed to work before an interruption. He accepted that sudden visitors were only natural these days, and ordinarily that didn't really stop him. However, he also accepted that some people were going to be intent on him doing anything other than work today.]
[Because today was October third, and Waver Velvet was twenty-nine years old. Or was it chronologically thirty? He really wasn't sure anymore if the year or so spent in the Tower should qualify, and didn't care to give the matter any deeper thought.]
[For the moment, all his thought was focused on the number of open books and loose paperwork on the table in front of him; off to the side was a map of Fuyuki City, marked heavily in red ink--most notably, circles around four locations and handwritten notes labeling them the Tohsaka house, the Ryuudou temple, a church, and a park. They really were running out of time, and the longer that some people insisted on Waver sleeping and eating like a normal human, the more time he wasted when he could be working on a plan. he still wasn't certain how to destroy an ancient corrupted artifact.]
[There was a feeling of dread creeping up on him entirely unrelated to Avenger today, however. he could just sense the abrupt interruption, whether it would be from a suddenly manifesting door or someone who was already in the apartment itself.]
[It was gonna be a long day.]
[In an apartment in London, Lord El-Melloi II was all but counting the remaining seconds he'd be allowed to work before an interruption. He accepted that sudden visitors were only natural these days, and ordinarily that didn't really stop him. However, he also accepted that some people were going to be intent on him doing anything other than work today.]
[Because today was October third, and Waver Velvet was twenty-nine years old. Or was it chronologically thirty? He really wasn't sure anymore if the year or so spent in the Tower should qualify, and didn't care to give the matter any deeper thought.]
[For the moment, all his thought was focused on the number of open books and loose paperwork on the table in front of him; off to the side was a map of Fuyuki City, marked heavily in red ink--most notably, circles around four locations and handwritten notes labeling them the Tohsaka house, the Ryuudou temple, a church, and a park. They really were running out of time, and the longer that some people insisted on Waver sleeping and eating like a normal human, the more time he wasted when he could be working on a plan. he still wasn't certain how to destroy an ancient corrupted artifact.]
[There was a feeling of dread creeping up on him entirely unrelated to Avenger today, however. he could just sense the abrupt interruption, whether it would be from a suddenly manifesting door or someone who was already in the apartment itself.]
[It was gonna be a long day.]
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He doesn't make a grand entrance, though. Instead, he just stands in the doorway to the study, birthday cake with lit candles in hand, and waits for Waver to notice him.
Just be glad he decided to save the chicken shaped cake for some other time when you aren't so stressed out, Waver...]
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I know fighting this won't do anything, so I'll accept it instead of wasting time.
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[Diarmuid gives Waver a serious look for a moment and then smiles.]
Just have fun with me for an hour or two and I will let you get back to work. Okay?
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[Shaking his head in mock exasperation, Waver managed a small smile.]
That doesn't seem like a terrible compromise, at least.
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[Diarmuid laughs and waves toward the cake.]
You might want to blow those out before the smoke detector goes off.
[So many candles, Waver. You're so old....]
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[is...is the cake on fire...]
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I may or may not have lost count a couple of times...
[More fire is always better, right?]
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[Priorities.]
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[In a 'that fire is about two seconds away from setting off the smoke detector' sort of way...]
w h o o p s i lost some stuff in my inbox
[Waver took a small capsule out of his pocket and crushed it, fueling the reaction with a slight rush of prana to create a minor gust of wind to blow out the candles.]
[Cheater.]
Does your inbox need a map? LOL!
If Diarmuid is disappointed by how Waver put out the candles, he doesn't show it. Instead, he gets to work cutting the cake.]
I hope your wish was a good one. Here.
[He hands Wave a piece of the cake with a smile.]
Happy Birthday, Mo Stór. Someday, I will get you to blow them out normally, but for now, I will take this.
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[He leaned forward to give Diarmuid a light kiss, taking the offered slice of cake.]
Wait, did you...make this?
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I did. I promise it's good, though! I practiced a lot to make sure it would be perfect for your birthday.
[And Ryoji was a good little guinea pig helping him taste things.]
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You didn't have to go to all that trouble just for my sake.
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[Diarmuid nods toward the cake.]
Go on and try it. I want to know what you think.