It seems that he's ill. Since Trench is effectively his body, this is why the streets look like something Escher would have drawn up while indulging in absinthe-- but that's not the point.
This may be the reason communications are glitching. I've been having trouble connect with the person I mean to reach on the first time all month.
Moreover: palebloods have been seeing things that aren't there. I've been trying to reach you because of that specifically.
... Although, if you haven't noticed anything too disrupting, then maybe you've been fortunate this month.
[ He blinks, staring down at the message with a look of calm concern. He didn't think they could get ill. ]
Do they have enough help?
[ Did he need to abandon his patrol to help them? More importantly, what will happen if they don't gather the mushrooms? He's about to go down this rabbit hole when he reads that last message. ]
You're not a paleblood. [ He remembers that much. ] Why do you think I should be seeing sad little girls?
That's right. I'm a vileblood. The little girl is one of the more common visions, is why I ask.
I'm not the one arranging outings. I'd get in the way, but I'm not opposed to joining one of there's a need got more people. I've done my share of fieldwork.
If you're not seeing anything, then you're probably going to stay okay. Many palebloods are having problems though, so I wanted to be sure you were okay.
[As for the second question.... Well, it was about time he came clean to Shouto on that matter. ]
I'm the head of the Modern Magecraft department at the Clock Tower, the same academy where I had my own schooling.
The coursework is... As it sounds. Think of it as a blend of humanities, philosophy, folklore, and chemistry if you need something more concrete.
Most of my students are very talented young people with a great burden of expectation from their families on their shoulders, but I've also done a small teaching tour abroad in Greece and Italy, defended a tomb in Iraq, and.... Well.
[He paused, momentarily uncertain about how to explain his time in Fuyuki. ]
I survived a war in Japan when I was just a little older than you are now.
[ .... Modern Magecraft? That sounds suspiciously like a wizarding school, except the coursework sounds... non-magical? ]
Do you do magic?
[ Yes, that's what he's focusing on. Don't mind him trying to compute folklore either. Isn't that humanities? But as soon as he brings Greece, Italy, and -- ]
[ And who did he need to defend it from? He means to ask more about Iraq, his blunt personality mixed with a curious mind leave no stone unturned. Or wouldn't if he hadn't mentioned a war in Japan. Shouto grows still. Muscles tense. Mismatched eyes lose their curious luster. Considering the state of Hero society in his home country, the statement hits close to home. Specifically his Japan. The one he left behind. Back in his timelines, he's preparing to face his own war against a foe he doesn't want to fight but must. ]
[ There's silence on his end and after a minute three dots hover in the blank space of the message, then it stop for a few moments before they begin to hover anew. His next message is simple but filled with a heavy heart he didn't expect at the start of his conversation. ]
[Ohh, Shouto. He made you a pile of glow sticks and was already adept with the blood magic of Trench within his first season. Was this a matter that needed explained?
But, it was all intertwined-- and thus, Waver typed out a reply. ]
It's not called as such... But yes.
No one won the war in Japan. It was over an ancient relic that might not even exist; I heard that the ritual that Iskandar and I participated in ended in failure.
I was one of the very participants that survived through the end.
The tomb... Was Iskandar's. History calls him Alexander the Great, and one of my irresponsible upperclassmen was using his burial site as a place to disrespect and abuse the both the people in the towns nearby and any mage that stumbled through.
[ Glowsticks aren't magic. They're a chemical reaction whose energy is used as a light source. As it stands, it's the first time Shouto associates Waver with magic. A connection he won't forget very easily, yet it's all undercut by another war in another place, familiar and foreign at the same time. ]
... I'm glad you survived.
[ A muted response to anyone reading their conversation. The text fails to capture the sincerity in his words. Even the revelation that the man he met was the ancient General he read about in class fails to rouse him with the same curiosity from before. ]
[It was a good thing they were texting, or the pained look on Waver's face would have likely been enough for even Shouto to understand. ]
... He didn't, Shouto.
I saw him fall. He ordered me to live-- and, quite frankly, when we met I had finally gotten to see him and hold him for the first time in a decade. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I was overjoyed, you understand.
I would not be who I am if not for him.
[But the somber word choices, even for Shouto, were not lost on him. A moment later, another message popped up: ]
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This may be the reason communications are glitching. I've been having trouble connect with the person I mean to reach on the first time all month.
Moreover: palebloods have been seeing things that aren't there. I've been trying to reach you because of that specifically.
... Although, if you haven't noticed anything too disrupting, then maybe you've been fortunate this month.
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[ Forget his patrol. This is more important right now. ]
I haven't seen anything strange, but I've noticed the issue with the communicator.
[ It's impossible not to with the way it's glitching. ]
You're saying it's all related?
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People are organizing parties to collect samples. In the meanwhile, I've been checking in on the people I care about.
You're sure you haven't seen anything? Any sad little girls, perhaps?
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Do they have enough help?
[ Did he need to abandon his patrol to help them? More importantly, what will happen if they don't gather the mushrooms? He's about to go down this rabbit hole when he reads that last message. ]
You're not a paleblood. [ He remembers that much. ] Why do you think I should be seeing sad little girls?
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I'm not the one arranging outings. I'd get in the way, but I'm not opposed to joining one of there's a need got more people. I've done my share of fieldwork.
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[ As for that last bit... he almost sounds like one of his teachers at UA. ]
What kind of Professor are you?
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[As for the second question.... Well, it was about time he came clean to Shouto on that matter. ]
I'm the head of the Modern Magecraft department at the Clock Tower, the same academy where I had my own schooling.
The coursework is... As it sounds. Think of it as a blend of humanities, philosophy, folklore, and chemistry if you need something more concrete.
Most of my students are very talented young people with a great burden of expectation from their families on their shoulders, but I've also done a small teaching tour abroad in Greece and Italy, defended a tomb in Iraq, and.... Well.
[He paused, momentarily uncertain about how to explain his time in Fuyuki. ]
I survived a war in Japan when I was just a little older than you are now.
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Do you do magic?
[ Yes, that's what he's focusing on. Don't mind him trying to compute folklore either. Isn't that humanities? But as soon as he brings Greece, Italy, and -- ]
What tomb?
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Who won?
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But, it was all intertwined-- and thus, Waver typed out a reply. ]
It's not called as such... But yes.
No one won the war in Japan. It was over an ancient relic that might not even exist; I heard that the ritual that Iskandar and I participated in ended in failure.
I was one of the very participants that survived through the end.
The tomb... Was Iskandar's. History calls him Alexander the Great, and one of my irresponsible upperclassmen was using his burial site as a place to disrespect and abuse the both the people in the towns nearby and any mage that stumbled through.
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... I'm glad you survived.
[ A muted response to anyone reading their conversation. The text fails to capture the sincerity in his words. Even the revelation that the man he met was the ancient General he read about in class fails to rouse him with the same curiosity from before. ]
Both of you.
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... He didn't, Shouto.
I saw him fall. He ordered me to live-- and, quite frankly, when we met I had finally gotten to see him and hold him for the first time in a decade. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I was overjoyed, you understand.
I would not be who I am if not for him.
[But the somber word choices, even for Shouto, were not lost on him. A moment later, another message popped up: ]
Are you okay?