[It was oddly quiet in the Tower that day. On the dorm floors, a new arrival walked quickly through the hallways--paced, really. The student visibly struggled to stay calm, wringing his hands and frowning at the unfamiliar surroundings. This couldn't really be serious, could it? Maybe he was dreaming, or maybe he was stuck in a Reality Marble. Maybe, maybe, maybe, all he could do was guess wildly and it was infuriating.]
[Shaking his head in a futile attempt to clear out chaotic thoughts, he scowled and pressed both hands to his head. Damn it, where was Lancer when he actually needed him-?! Waver might've shouted in frustration if anyone was there to hear; as it was, he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to his surroundings. Odds were good he could walk right into something or someone at this rate.]
THAT'D MAKE MORE SENSE IF I USED THE RIGHT FUCKIN JOURNAL
[Shaking his head in a futile attempt to clear out chaotic thoughts, he scowled and pressed both hands to his head. Damn it, where was Lancer when he actually needed him-?! Waver might've shouted in frustration if anyone was there to hear; as it was, he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to his surroundings. Odds were good he could walk right into something or someone at this rate.]