[Waver's eyes widen as Iskandar crushes him to him and buries his face in his hair, and he can hear Eirene squeaking in surprise to the side and he can feel the dull flicker of that radiating through his bond. W-what was that about? Administrative hassle? He immediately and instinctively wraps his arms around Iskandar protectively, internally flailing and worried about the strength of the reaction.
You mentioned the Clock Tower... he saw the Clock Tower and the rest of Mage Society, and you've seen him reacting to Eirene...
... evil would be an outsider's reaction to taking that all in with fresh eyes. Evil would be the correct reaction. He can only imagine how a man of Iskandar's times took that. There's a swell of bitter rage and pain and he doesn't tramp it down and turn it against himself this time. Not after the fall of Chaldea, because they may have cost humanity everything. Waver's arms tighten, because it really seems like his memories are bleeding into Iskandar.
But.
But, everything is just too off for it to be just that. Off balance.
To everything, he said. That's not right. It smells like magic.]
He very well could be. I don't want to assume at this point. [Waver looks back.] And perhaps. Most cultists were kept in the dark about where all the compounds were for security except the leaders. But there was one that Berserker and I captured that seemed to know more. If he was him, I don't know. He was badly fucked after Berserker took him down. More meat than man at that point.
There were a lot more that got away, though.
[Waver frowns, nestling closer. The compound's charms had been restricted to the area. This is different, if it's magic. A nastier and more sophisticated version of the traps, that affects perception. But maybe meant for humans? So when a god stumbled in...]
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[Waver's eyes widen as Iskandar crushes him to him and buries his face in his hair, and he can hear Eirene squeaking in surprise to the side and he can feel the dull flicker of that radiating through his bond. W-what was that about? Administrative hassle? He immediately and instinctively wraps his arms around Iskandar protectively, internally flailing and worried about the strength of the reaction.
You mentioned the Clock Tower... he saw the Clock Tower and the rest of Mage Society, and you've seen him reacting to Eirene...
... evil would be an outsider's reaction to taking that all in with fresh eyes. Evil would be the correct reaction. He can only imagine how a man of Iskandar's times took that. There's a swell of bitter rage and pain and he doesn't tramp it down and turn it against himself this time. Not after the fall of Chaldea, because they may have cost humanity everything. Waver's arms tighten, because it really seems like his memories are bleeding into Iskandar.
But.
But, everything is just too off for it to be just that. Off balance.
To everything, he said. That's not right. It smells like magic.]
He very well could be. I don't want to assume at this point. [Waver looks back.] And perhaps. Most cultists were kept in the dark about where all the compounds were for security except the leaders. But there was one that Berserker and I captured that seemed to know more. If he was him, I don't know. He was badly fucked after Berserker took him down. More meat than man at that point.
There were a lot more that got away, though.
[Waver frowns, nestling closer. The compound's charms had been restricted to the area. This is different, if it's magic. A nastier and more sophisticated version of the traps, that affects perception. But maybe meant for humans? So when a god stumbled in...]
You okay?