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ask_whydunitContent Warning: None, just Flat being ridiculous and getting on Waver’s last nerve
They are going to be late. They were going to be so late! Why hadn’t Gray told him- No, that wasn’t her fault, he chided himself as they dashed through the corridors of the clock tower. In his frustration with the meeting with the other Lord’s he’d insisted she wait to give him any news until he’d had a smoke break and a chance to fume over their idiocy. This was on him for getting too caught up in his anger.
As he dashes, he absently hears a familiar voice of someone possibly saying 'Wait, Flat!' before he crashes into someone and falls gracelessly on his ass as a multitude of gems were thrown and scattered about.
“It’s our instructor’s scent…” His student Svin, a young beast mage, utters quietly with a sigh, his warning to his classmate clearly come to late as he stared around the side of the box he was carrying at the trio. Two fussing over the man sitting on the floor trying to get his bearings again. He had tried to warn Flat, but the other teen never listened!
“A-are you alright, sir?” Gray asked in an urgent, quiet tone as she watched him rubbing at his head from under her hood. The man is silent, though, as Flat begins to speak up in rather dramatic fashion. “Please get a hold of yourself! The wound is shallow!” What was Flat on about now?? The only wound was his damn pride.
Once silence finally falls, he considered the situation. “They got me. A counter-curse.” He muttered in annoyance, rubbing at his temple. At Gray’s confused gasp, the professor realizes that she wasn’t quite following. She wasn’t a mage, after all, she couldn’t be expected to know these things. “Remember how I cursed them earlier?” The other Lord’s, the reason for his frustration and their being late.
Absently, he, and likely she, remembered the outburst. ’Mages who’ve forgotten the righteous path of the pursuit can all be cursed and rot in hell!’ was what he’d said, all because they were insisting on prioritizing petty power struggles and choosing sides. The pressure was mounting for him to announce the position of the family. To remain where they were, or to align with one the other factions within the tower... as though it were a decision he could or should make given he was a stand in Lord in the first place!
Pushing himself to his feet, he continued. “Of course, that was meaningless mudslinging, but those monsters of the Clock Tower won’t miss a chance like that, and promptly returned a counter-curse.” The man brushed at the sleeve of his coat with a frown. “Dammit! I was just breaking this jacket in. Now it’s a terrible mess…” He mumbled in disappointment at the scuff on the sleeve.
His apprentice frowned lightly. “I’ll brush it up later.” She offered, as keen as ever to pick up tasks like this. For some reason, sometimes she acted more like a house brownie than the grave keeper she really was. It was sweet, and admittedly Waver had come to rely on the assistance given how hapless he was. “Please do.” He responded with quiet appreciation despite his frown, relaxing slightly before turning to Flat and Svin. “Sorry, but I have to hurry on ahead. If you could clean up-” He started gesturing to the mess of stones Flat had spilled out of the box he’d been carrying himself before the collision. There were already some automatons trying to help tidy the floor of them... But then the Lord took a step directly on the pointed edge of a cut gemstone. The shout of pain as the damn thing turned his ankle was rather spectacular and un-lord-like as he fell again… Immediately onto another pile of pointed edged gemstones. Bouncing to his feet, he tried to ignore the pain in his foot and his back. How the hell was he going to make it to the department he was supposed to in time at this rate?
“Are you alright, Professor Absolute Territory Magician!?” Flat reacted instantly with what had to be one of the most absurd and confusing nicknames he had used thus far since taking him into the El-Melloi class. Around them, magical automatons were still peacefully collecting scattered gemstones. “I’m fine! And don’t call people by completely useless nicknames!!!” He responded in frustration as Gray reached out to steady him and resume their path.
“It’s an honorific!” The student responded in his usual cheery, chipper fashion.
“That’s even worse!” He shouted over his shoulder, feeling his stomach starting to act up. Flat was a test put on this earth for him alone, the man was sure. As they walked away, he could still hear Flat continuing quietly.
“Would he have been happier with #4 on the Clock Tower Female Students’ most Sought-After Men list?” Svin sighed at the ridiculous suggestion, knowing their teacher's thoughts on that quite well. “In your case, you’re not doing this intentionally, which makes it all the worse.”
Waver groaned internally at the absurdity taking place behind him, too exhausted to even get mad again. Instead, he pointedly ignores that final idiotic suggestion that certainly was not a compliment to him. Svin was right, after all. Flat didn’t generally do things maliciously. He was being genuine, and he really thought he was flattering people. The problem was, if Waver didn’t manage to teach him to tone it down a bit? One day, it was going to piss off the wrong mage, and the repercussions were going to be more than the kid could handle.
They are going to be late. They were going to be so late! Why hadn’t Gray told him- No, that wasn’t her fault, he chided himself as they dashed through the corridors of the clock tower. In his frustration with the meeting with the other Lord’s he’d insisted she wait to give him any news until he’d had a smoke break and a chance to fume over their idiocy. This was on him for getting too caught up in his anger.
As he dashes, he absently hears a familiar voice of someone possibly saying 'Wait, Flat!' before he crashes into someone and falls gracelessly on his ass as a multitude of gems were thrown and scattered about.
“It’s our instructor’s scent…” His student Svin, a young beast mage, utters quietly with a sigh, his warning to his classmate clearly come to late as he stared around the side of the box he was carrying at the trio. Two fussing over the man sitting on the floor trying to get his bearings again. He had tried to warn Flat, but the other teen never listened!
“A-are you alright, sir?” Gray asked in an urgent, quiet tone as she watched him rubbing at his head from under her hood. The man is silent, though, as Flat begins to speak up in rather dramatic fashion. “Please get a hold of yourself! The wound is shallow!” What was Flat on about now?? The only wound was his damn pride.
Once silence finally falls, he considered the situation. “They got me. A counter-curse.” He muttered in annoyance, rubbing at his temple. At Gray’s confused gasp, the professor realizes that she wasn’t quite following. She wasn’t a mage, after all, she couldn’t be expected to know these things. “Remember how I cursed them earlier?” The other Lord’s, the reason for his frustration and their being late.
Absently, he, and likely she, remembered the outburst. ’Mages who’ve forgotten the righteous path of the pursuit can all be cursed and rot in hell!’ was what he’d said, all because they were insisting on prioritizing petty power struggles and choosing sides. The pressure was mounting for him to announce the position of the family. To remain where they were, or to align with one the other factions within the tower... as though it were a decision he could or should make given he was a stand in Lord in the first place!
Pushing himself to his feet, he continued. “Of course, that was meaningless mudslinging, but those monsters of the Clock Tower won’t miss a chance like that, and promptly returned a counter-curse.” The man brushed at the sleeve of his coat with a frown. “Dammit! I was just breaking this jacket in. Now it’s a terrible mess…” He mumbled in disappointment at the scuff on the sleeve.
His apprentice frowned lightly. “I’ll brush it up later.” She offered, as keen as ever to pick up tasks like this. For some reason, sometimes she acted more like a house brownie than the grave keeper she really was. It was sweet, and admittedly Waver had come to rely on the assistance given how hapless he was. “Please do.” He responded with quiet appreciation despite his frown, relaxing slightly before turning to Flat and Svin. “Sorry, but I have to hurry on ahead. If you could clean up-” He started gesturing to the mess of stones Flat had spilled out of the box he’d been carrying himself before the collision. There were already some automatons trying to help tidy the floor of them... But then the Lord took a step directly on the pointed edge of a cut gemstone. The shout of pain as the damn thing turned his ankle was rather spectacular and un-lord-like as he fell again… Immediately onto another pile of pointed edged gemstones. Bouncing to his feet, he tried to ignore the pain in his foot and his back. How the hell was he going to make it to the department he was supposed to in time at this rate?
“Are you alright, Professor Absolute Territory Magician!?” Flat reacted instantly with what had to be one of the most absurd and confusing nicknames he had used thus far since taking him into the El-Melloi class. Around them, magical automatons were still peacefully collecting scattered gemstones. “I’m fine! And don’t call people by completely useless nicknames!!!” He responded in frustration as Gray reached out to steady him and resume their path.
“It’s an honorific!” The student responded in his usual cheery, chipper fashion.
“That’s even worse!” He shouted over his shoulder, feeling his stomach starting to act up. Flat was a test put on this earth for him alone, the man was sure. As they walked away, he could still hear Flat continuing quietly.
“Would he have been happier with #4 on the Clock Tower Female Students’ most Sought-After Men list?” Svin sighed at the ridiculous suggestion, knowing their teacher's thoughts on that quite well. “In your case, you’re not doing this intentionally, which makes it all the worse.”
Waver groaned internally at the absurdity taking place behind him, too exhausted to even get mad again. Instead, he pointedly ignores that final idiotic suggestion that certainly was not a compliment to him. Svin was right, after all. Flat didn’t generally do things maliciously. He was being genuine, and he really thought he was flattering people. The problem was, if Waver didn’t manage to teach him to tone it down a bit? One day, it was going to piss off the wrong mage, and the repercussions were going to be more than the kid could handle.
