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Who: Avenger, Waver, Saber, Bazett
When: 26 Jan
Where: Along the castle
What: Avenger has half of his powers back, everything is awful.
Warnings: Violence, loss of autonomy

[Waver had walked away from the fight at the castle. He had only dared to go near it when his circuits cleared some - the first time in months

Once there, he had found his suit folded neatly in a chest, alongside his beloved red coat, and yellow scarf. Putting them back on felt more powerful than having his magecraft back. He was himself again, for the first time in months. Not entirely, there were little naggling things in his head, but he'd take what he could get.

He fiddles with his scarf as he leaves the building again, taking no time to explore. His patience is still too thin, overriding curiosity. He can head back to his house and see what his limits are.]

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[ Once he'd collected his meager belongings, namely an unfinished picture puzzle, a single leather glove that had been laid beside his normal red wrappings and nothing else, Avenger had retained no interest in the castle itself anymore and had located an outlaying storagehouse not too far from the castle to use for the time being. It was solitary and sheltered from the wind, which was all he cared about.

Seated on the stone floor, the Servant took a deep breath and closed his eyes to focus. He had regained his status as an Anti-hero, but without a contract, how much energy did he have to reply on by himself?

He wasn't planning on asking Bazett to make a pact again with him after all.

As Waver kept walking away from the building, eventually he'll sense a thick smell of prana in the air along the way—tainted prana at that, and should he chose to follow it back to its source, he'll find a storage house, a little worn down but with its paint job still remaining. ]

[The smell doesn't get Waver - it's the heaviness in the air. There's familiarity in how the air crackles - a thunderstorm is compareable - and then a sinking feeling of knowing who is responsible. If all powers are back on, then Avenger's must be too and--

--well fuck. On any given day, Waver couldn't take a servant. On a day of half skill, he's even less capable. The right course of action is to find Saber and figure out a plan.

He should know the terrain first, he reasons with himself, and it is with great trepidation that he begins to trek through the forest growth, careful not to step on any fallen branches, brown, dry leaves, or even breathe too loud, lest he give away his position.]

[ That heaviness in the air doesn't show any sighs of abating, and remains a constant presence the closer Waver approaches through the forest growth. ]

[There's a few dozen yards between Waver and that storehouse. It isn't a big building, and that's all he needs to confirm.

Time to go.]

[ It's right about then, Waver will realize something important; in the forest growth behind him? The layer of tainted prana is present. And it's visible; puddles of inky black darkness that oozed across the ground. As if it were darkness itself, given life and form.

Avenger's been there for most of the day by now after all, he's had plenty of time and he had no interest in placing constraints on himself. ]

[Waver has to stare at the puddle. It's an oil slick, except there's no way that could be oil. It pulses with energy, and--

--oh no.

He looks around him, making sure there will be a clearing for him while he makes a call on his communicator.]

Saber, it's Waver. I'm in the forest outside of the castle and -- [He pans, showing her the prana slicks.]

[Over the camera, it isn't entirely apparent that it's prana. Still, it isn't normal.

From the communicator her voice seems very concerned.]that.

[He nods.] I think it's Avenger, and even with some power back, I can't defeat a servant. Can you get here quickly?

On which side of the forest are you?

West.

Go no further into the forest until I am there. If he approaches, run.

Got it.

[Waver turns the communication device off, and takes another look around.

Of course the stuff has circles him entirely, making escape impossible. He isn't even going to dare to touch the stuff - the fact that it has run over and seemingly devoured everything it has touched is enough.]

[ The black mud has surrounded the area around the small storage house and some of the forest around it, and while there are large patches of bare ground it hasn't touched yet, it doesn't seem to be losing steam.

It's not aiming for Waver specifically, but it will probably swallow him as part of the landscape.

The patch of dirt the magus is standing on slowly grows smaller as it seeps densely over the dirt. ]

[There are two options. Storehouse, or being swallowed up by this. Neither is a good option.

It is with great trepidation that he jumps from patch of bare land to bare land, as if he's doing nothing more but playing hopscotch.

With one very, very last, unbalanced leap, he makes it to the door, although he doesn't dare go in. He has a chance if he can scale the roof though, and he pauses in all of his other thoughts to try and find a foothold.]

[ Each time he jumps from one patch of bare land to another, it shrinks slowly. By the time Waver makes it to the door, they're very small patches left.

The blackness laps at his foot as he pauses to think and consider if there are any reachable footholds.

It burns. ]

FUCK!

[Elegance is never his domain when it comes to situations like this. Waver opens the storehouse door without a moment's more hesitation, lingering in the threshhold. There are windows, he can climb out of those and onto the roof. That'll do.]

[ When the storehouse door swings open and Waver steps inside after some hesitation on the threshold, he is greeted with the sight of Avenger sitting poor-postured against one of the crates and the majority of the storehouse covered with... the same black ooze that was outside. It's everywhere. The air is heavy with it.

At Waver's entrance and elaborate swearing, the Servant blinks and stirs, focus broken.

He stares, a noticeably disgruntled look on his face. ]

The hell, Waver?

[One little part of Waver, still confident, cheers I knew it! in the back of his mind. God, if only this was some sort of mystery story, and it could wrap up neatly from here.

The rest of Waver, far, far more practically, knows this will end poorly.]

I could ask the same of you!

[ Avenger folds his arms across his bare chest, continuing to stare. More pitch black strands of mud drip from the ceiling, dripping down and landing on some of the wooden crates.

His eyes narrow; Waver had his powers back himself, didn't he? That explained it. He'd known that those who could sense prana in any amount and got too close to this location, would notice but. This was annoying. ]

What are you even doing here, magus?

[Waver glances up, trying to note where the ceiling is weakest, so that he can avoid those areas.]

--Following something that caught my interest. I'll happily go now.

[ Avenger quirks an eyebrow, stillness residing inside him and keeping him quiet. It's ill-suited to him. ]

You mean, you noticed a concentration of prana and came to see what's up.

[ His paranoia is starting to act up. ]

Essentially.

[That silence bodes ill. The control it takes not to open up his circuits says everything Waver needs to know about the situation.]

[ Avenger's forehead crinkles for a moment. ]

And what will ya' do with what you've seen here?

[ It's not said accusingly. It's on the toneless side, but it suggests lying will fly even worst than telling the truth would. ]

[Well the truth is that Saber's en route to deal with the problem, but Waver can't say that. That'll get him a slow death. Then again, lying probably will too.]

I don't think anyone would believe me if I told them about this erm - liquid.

[ Avenger's face flattens. Waver, you are bad at lying and given they're on an island outside of their dimensions being turned into diary tales, 'unbelievable' is a moot point. A poor excuse at the best. ]

Really? [ The corner of his mouth turns up. ] This is the contents of the Holy Grail.

[ Rather weakened and distilled since he's at half power, but hey. ]

'everything is awful' the move's opening sequence

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