adropintheocean | [MEMORIES 7, 8, 9, 10, 11]

Hypnotizing Glen and Martha Mckenzie into believing he's their grandson. (trivial neutral)

[Game 320 - country creation - Scathatch | Day 411 | shareable 4/5 (kitten ring; wear)]

Offscreen implied-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen.
+ A little more guilt over this than he felt at the time in canon.

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Mealtime with the McKenzies...and "Alexei." (trivial negative)

[Game 321 - cooking contest - Maleficent | Day 412 | nonshareable (teabag w/ rose decal; brew/drink)]

Summary - Episode ???

+ Taken offscreen.

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Interrupting the fight between Saber and Lancer. "The true meaning of the slaughter between magi -- I will pass the terror and the pain of the kill onto you without any reservation." [...] "Only one brave enough to ride into battle at my side can be my Master." (significant neutral)

[Game 323 - beliefs - Handless Faith | Day 414 | shareable 3/4 (slowly melting silver heart; warm in hand)]

Scene transcript: Episodes 4-5.

+ HIDEOUS EMBARRASMENT and not a little rage, Rider dere???, wow Kayneth is an asshole.
+ Realizing consciously that he was way in over his head re: the Grail War.
+ Real name get . . .
+ Taken offscreen.

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Classes and study; finding that he quite enjoys the work. (trivial positive)

[Game 324 - kissing - Goldilocks | Day 418 | shareable 1/2 (wrapped box; unwrap)]

Pre-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen. Not a tremendously impactive memory; just reinforcing that he did find fulfillment and satisfaction in being a mage student personally even if the social scene was crap for him.

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Overseeing the sale of the Velvet family assets to afford tuition. No one seriously believes he'll make it. (significant neutral)

[Game 328 - the story of a princess - Scathatch | Day 422 | shareable 3/4 (lit crystal; hold in hand)]

Pre-canon memory.

+ Taken offscreen.
+ 50 bitter about his heritage points.
+ 50 wanting to do his name proud -- an impetus for using his real name more...?

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The memory opens with Waver knocking at the door of a nondescript house in Fuyuki; there's a sense that he's been watching this neighborhood and others for a few hours via familiar, trying to see which is safest and most ideal for his needs.

He's planning feverishly at this stage: he needs a place to stay, ideally for free (he withdrew his savings to come here, but booking a hotel or motel for an undefined amount of time is not really in his means) and ideally out of the way (the other Masters will be great mages; they will either already have strongholds set up, or be booking into hotels themselves -- and that's another risk he can't afford to run, accidentally running into one that way.)

The other Masters are strong enough not to need this level of subterfuge, he can't help but think for a moment, but he quashes the thought with a fresh surge of fury. It's still anyone's war, and the Grail chose him. He'll show them all, and he'll do it from angles they won't expect. This isn't cowardice -- it's only prudence.

The door is opened by an elderly lady -- Martha Mackenzie, he remembers -- and he is ready for her. There's a container of liquid in his hand, and he tilts it so that it catches the light and reflects it into her eyes, layering his voice with the power of hynotism, letting the ripples of the water soothe her, smooth the false memories he wants her to have into her mind. Don't you remember me? he projects. It's your grandson, Waver. I was supposed to stay with you for a few weeks on my break, remember?

It takes a little more push than he'd like to do it, another irritating sign of his lack of power, but it works. Martha Mackenzie helps him up to a strange room he'll claim as his in the weeks to come. Her husband Glen is not home yet, but Waver will greet him at the door, when he returns from work. He almost can't believe how easy it is, how few defenses ordinary people have against this basic mage's trick.

(Most people don't expect someone to come along and commandeer their home, a little voice says in his head, but he quashes it too. Using people well as resources is, to an extent, what a true magus must do in the name of progress.)

Edited 2015-02-10 19:17 (UTC)

I can't find which ep this memory was in but it's basically just Waver eating at the dinner table and staring in horrified fascination as Rider -- who should not have made himself known to anyone else in the house at all -- makes fast friends and drinking buddies with Glen Mackenzie. Rider why. Fake grandpa why.

Edited 2015-05-21 02:18 (UTC)

The memory opens with a heart-stopping plunge towards a broad city street, in a thunderous chariot drawn by a pair of lowing bulls. It's nighttime; there are three figures visible on the ground -- Irisviel, Saber and Lancer, the latter two poised to attack each other -- who are shocked by the chariot's appearance. Lightning strikes the earth between them, and Rider lets out an ululating war cry next to Waver as the chariot meets the ground.

Rider: Both of you, sheathe your blades. You are in the presense of a king -- Iskander, King of Conquerors! In this Grail War, I am of the Rider class.

Waver stares up at Rider, absolutely horrified -- Servants aren't supposed to give away their identities or classes, to maintain an advantage over the enemy. He yanks on Rider's cape.

Waver: Wh-what are you thinking, you idiot!?

Rider...flicks Waver between the eyes with a single finger, knocking him down to the floor of the chariot.

Rider: Fate has brought us together to do battle for the Grail, but first, I wish to make a proposition. What think you of yielding the Grail to me, and joining my army? You would be treated as honored allies, and together we would share in the joy of world conquest!
Lancer: [shaking his head] I'm afraid I must decline. I may give the Grail to but one man: my new avowed lord. Not to you, Rider!
Saber: Did you interfere with our battle mainly to proffer that ridiculous plan? This is a grave offense against my honor!
Rider: Hmm...I'd be willing to discuss terms...
Saber/Lancer: Shut up!
Saber: And further, I am the rightful King of Britain. I could never lower myself to mere retainer, even in service to a mighty king.
Rider: King of Britain, say you...what a surprise! I'd hardly have expected the King of Knights to be a little girl.
Saber: Then would you like to taste this little girl's blade, King of Conquerors?

She brandishes her blade. Waver picks himself up just in time to see this and is understandably dismayed.

Rider: Hahh...I suppose negotiations have failed. Such a waste. What a shame...
Waver: RIIIIDER! What is wrong with you!

Waver starts hammering on Rider's side with his tiny fists . . . only to be interrupted by an amplified -- and unexpectedly familiar -- voice. The speaker (Kayneth Archibald, Waver's evocation professor) is unseen, talking from some hidden vantage point. Waver, and the other combatants on the ground, glance around wildly; Waver, now clinging to Rider's cape, almost trying to hide behind him, begins to shake with fear.

Kayneth: So you were the one, eh? I'd wondered what madness had compelled you to steal my relic. I never imagined that you yourself planned to enter the Holy Grail War...Waver Velvet. How would you like me to tutor you privately? The true meaning of the slaughter between magi -- I will pass the terror and the pain of the kill onto you without any reservation. Be honored.

Waver, still shaking, subsides to his knees on the floor of the chariot, clutching at his hair; he's on the verge of tears. There's a warm weight on his back, knocking him out of the terrified spiral, and he turns to look -- it's Rider's hand, and Rider is smiling down at him.

Rider: Mage! So you were to be my Master, rather than this boy. That's absurd...only one brave enough to ride into battle at my side can be my Master. A coward, without even sufficient courage to show himself, is nowhere near being worthy! Gahahahahaha!
Kayneth: Tch!

Waver's shocked, touched by the defense, and angry about being touched by the defense and showing his fright so publicly in front of Kayneth . . . the memory cuts off.

Edited 2015-01-08 06:15 (UTC)

A montage of regularly attending lectures and classes and workshops in mage university; associated emotions war between 'eagerness to learn' and 'distaste for the elitism of his professors and peers.' He's not afraid to speak up in classes and debates, but there's some groupwork/back and forth in there and it's always kind of loaded doublespeak and passive-aggression about working with Waver Velvet the low-blooded mage student. It's clear that Waver doesn't make, well, waves, but his relationship with others is very cool and he gets through classes by appreciating the content and working hard, not because he likes the company.

Edited 2015-05-21 02:19 (UTC)

Basically what it says on the tin; auctioning off the effects and overseeing the sale of the family home, while knowing very well that the people around the neighborhood wonder why he's bothering to do it; that they think him fooish and strange for risking all of this in schooling in general (though very few of them are aware that it's a mage school and thus don't have that additional doubt of his bloodline) rather than going into a trade or something more reasonable to support himself.

Waver feels sort of closed-off and numb and unhappy through this whole process. There's anger there and of course ambition and the need to get out of this situation and make something better of himself, but mostly he feels emotionally hungover seeing all this stuff he grew up with going to other people.

Edited 2015-02-10 20:03 (UTC)

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