FATE/GRAND ORDER AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Probably wouldn't do much good, anyway. [They're definitely sending him away this time. He's sure of it. He's just going to take his pillow and groan into it.]

[violentenvies]

[asdlkfs at that, the corner of Salieri's mouth quirks]

There, now. You only were late to orientation and then fainted during said orientation. It could be worse.

[enigmaster]

Mm, it could've been right in front of the Director.

Oh, wait.

[he hates this! he hates it!!!]

[violentenvies]

Yes, thank goodness it wasn't right in front of the Director. That surely would've been quite embarrassing.

[:>]

Ah, well. At least you've gotten it out of the way.

[enigmaster]

Ugh... She's definitely sending me away, right? After something like that... [And now he'll have to explain that to his father. That... won't be a fun conversation.]

[violentenvies]

What, for fainting? [he arches an eyebrow] I doubt that.

[enigmaster]

Fainting and being late...

[violentenvies]

Ah yes, the most terrible of crimes: fainting and being late.

[mildly, without a hint of sarcasm]

I can see why you would assume the punishment of such to be quite severe.

[enigmaster]

[..........just let him wallow in his misery gosh] ...I guess. ...I don't exactly want to go back in there, though.

[violentenvies]

Alas. I'm sorry to say that, eventually, you must. You might perhaps have a brief reprieve, though, to rest. Say...half an hour? Until you actually feel better.

[enigmaster]

They probably wouldn't even notice I wasn't there, anyway...

[...but. fine.]

...I guess I'll take it.

[violentenvies]

Mmn, I suppose we'll see. You did make quite the impression, after all.

[enigmaster]

[That's exactly what he didn't want! Not like this! He's gonna go back to groaning into that pillow now. Here lies Edward, he died as he lived: embarrassing himself.]

[violentenvies]

[that'll gain a chuckle out of Salieri, finally]

By my calculations, you have another twenty-five minutes to bemoan your entrance, Monsieur Nashton. Then I'm afraid you shall truly have to face the music.

[enigmaster]

[Nothing but another, louder groan escapes from behind the pillow.]

[violentenvies]

Come now. Surely within the week, amid the bustle of classes and missions, all will be forgotten.

[enigmaster]

I guess... Maybe. [He's not optimistic, but then. Is he ever?] ...Um...

[violentenvies]

Hm?

[enigmaster]

...So are you like... the medic here or another instructor, or...

[violentenvies]

[at that, Salieri huffs a bit, folding his arms and leaning against the wall]

I'm one of the assistants to the rayshift control operator. But I know enough about diagnostic spells to make sure that you weren't severely injured. However, I am staff here, if that's what you're asking.

[enigmaster]

Oh. [...] So rayshifting is, um... the thing we're supposed to be doing here, right?

[violentenvies]

Indeed. [he arches an eyebrow] Were you not at least informed of the basics when you signed up?

[enigmaster]

... [He tenses a bit at that question, quickly feeling defensive.] I mean, some... I guess. [That means no.]

1/2

[violentenvies]

....I see. Well, then, I suppose I should give you the basic rundown, at least, since you missed Orientation--

2/2

[violentenvies]

[which is, of course, when the alarms start blaring. Salieri frowns, attention diverted]

What on Earth--?