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☘ 019; [action/phone]
Dec. 28th, 2011 10:47 pm[A; action; 1335 Benny Rd.]
[What a mess things had been. Lancer hated, hated when this place dared to play with something as precious as his memories. If he hadn't been aware enough to realize something wasn't quite right, he could easily have killed Rin. And if he had done that again, for such a foolish reason...how could he ever live with himself?]
[But he hadn't, and now he was more than fairly certain his memories were back in order. It wasn't a shock to get something from the post office after that mess, but getting two things was unusual. The box held his armor--his proper armor this time, vibrant blue and silver. The envelope seemed to hold nothing, but when he opened it there was a sudden burning sensation in the back of his throat. Enough that he was sent into a coughing fit leaning against the door frame--once it stopped, Lancer cursed under his breath and immediately looked surprised.]
...the hell, did I just talk?
[Welcome back, loudmouth.]
[B; action; around Mayfield]
[If you are particularly attentive (or if he just feels like annoying you), you may see a Servant in blue around town--in a tree, perched on a streetlight, on top of the nearest building. Wherever he is, he's got the usual confident smirk on his face.]
[B; phone; locked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
takeagandr]
Hey, kid.
[That was all he said. All he needed to say to get his message across. 'I can speak again, so we need to talk' was a given as far as he was concerned.]
[What a mess things had been. Lancer hated, hated when this place dared to play with something as precious as his memories. If he hadn't been aware enough to realize something wasn't quite right, he could easily have killed Rin. And if he had done that again, for such a foolish reason...how could he ever live with himself?]
[But he hadn't, and now he was more than fairly certain his memories were back in order. It wasn't a shock to get something from the post office after that mess, but getting two things was unusual. The box held his armor--his proper armor this time, vibrant blue and silver. The envelope seemed to hold nothing, but when he opened it there was a sudden burning sensation in the back of his throat. Enough that he was sent into a coughing fit leaning against the door frame--once it stopped, Lancer cursed under his breath and immediately looked surprised.]
...the hell, did I just talk?
[Welcome back, loudmouth.]
[B; action; around Mayfield]
[If you are particularly attentive (or if he just feels like annoying you), you may see a Servant in blue around town--in a tree, perched on a streetlight, on top of the nearest building. Wherever he is, he's got the usual confident smirk on his face.]
[B; phone; locked to
takeagandr]Hey, kid.
[That was all he said. All he needed to say to get his message across. 'I can speak again, so we need to talk' was a given as far as he was concerned.]
☘ 018; [action]
Nov. 11th, 2011 07:23 pm[A; morning; around Mayfield.]
[Lancer has a regain, Mayfield. One which he is incredibly confused about and one he can't show anyone. Because if he does? He'll be laughed out of town. As for the confusion? Well, it's because this regain is some armor he's never seen before in his life. Which is strange, but at least Mayfield had the decency to let it come with his trademark earrings. He'd kind of missed those.]
[So, stepping out of his house and looking slightly wary is one Servant Lancer in street clothes and silver earrings. Good luck getting him to admit what he really regained.]
[Later in the morning, he may well be found with a puppy trailing behind him.]
[B; late afternoon; 310 Miller St.]
[Knock knock, Rin.]
Yo. Open the door, kid, I don't feel like breaking it down like you seem to enjoy doing to mine.
[He's got a four legged and fluffy surprise sitting next to him, tsundere. Open up.]
[Lancer has a regain, Mayfield. One which he is incredibly confused about and one he can't show anyone. Because if he does? He'll be laughed out of town. As for the confusion? Well, it's because this regain is some armor he's never seen before in his life. Which is strange, but at least Mayfield had the decency to let it come with his trademark earrings. He'd kind of missed those.]
[So, stepping out of his house and looking slightly wary is one Servant Lancer in street clothes and silver earrings. Good luck getting him to admit what he really regained.]
[Later in the morning, he may well be found with a puppy trailing behind him.]
[B; late afternoon; 310 Miller St.]
[Knock knock, Rin.]
Yo. Open the door, kid, I don't feel like breaking it down like you seem to enjoy doing to mine.
[He's got a four legged and fluffy surprise sitting next to him, tsundere. Open up.]
☘ 017; [action]
Oct. 25th, 2011 03:17 pm[phone; afternoon]
Shut up and listen, Mayfield, because I am in no goddamn mood to repeat myself.
[It's safe to say Lancer sounds remarkably stressed today. Shaken? A little. But mostly strained and barely containing a hell of a lot of anger.]
I'm gonna guess you've all noticed something isn't right. Less so than usual. I'm going to make this nice and simple for all of you instead of wasting time.
If anybody's seen the real Rin Tohsaka? Let me know. Immediately.
[Mayfield's likely heard a lot of phones slammed down. This one, however, was just the punctuation that cut off an irritated tirade.]
[around Mayfield; late afternoon]
[There is a very angry Lancer running around the streets of Mayfield. He had a general idea of where Rin was, sure. Master-Servant connections were useful like that. However, with how much her duplicate's words had gotten to him? He was having trouble concentrating.]
[So he'll be at this whole searching thing for a while.]
Shut up and listen, Mayfield, because I am in no goddamn mood to repeat myself.
[It's safe to say Lancer sounds remarkably stressed today. Shaken? A little. But mostly strained and barely containing a hell of a lot of anger.]
I'm gonna guess you've all noticed something isn't right. Less so than usual. I'm going to make this nice and simple for all of you instead of wasting time.
If anybody's seen the real Rin Tohsaka? Let me know. Immediately.
[Mayfield's likely heard a lot of phones slammed down. This one, however, was just the punctuation that cut off an irritated tirade.]
[around Mayfield; late afternoon]
[There is a very angry Lancer running around the streets of Mayfield. He had a general idea of where Rin was, sure. Master-Servant connections were useful like that. However, with how much her duplicate's words had gotten to him? He was having trouble concentrating.]
[So he'll be at this whole searching thing for a while.]
☘ 016; [action]
Oct. 12th, 2011 09:53 pm[A; late morning; around town]
[Lancer is walking around town. Nothing unusual. Normal clothes, normal lance over his shoulder, normal gray horse walking next to him--wait what.]
[Okay, maybe that's a little less than normal. But Lancer and his horse just walked right on past you. Totally casual. Because having a horse in a 1950's town is totally a thing.]
[How do you react?]
[B; late afternoon; 310 Miller Street]
[Knock knock. Which here means 'there is a Servant coming through your front door without knocking'. So really not like 'knock knock' at all.]
[C; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[Mayfield's friendly neighborhood bartender is at it again, guys. As it turns out, a Servant's inability to get drunk means he's just behind the bar drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol with no effects whatsoever.]
[Go figure.]
[Lancer is walking around town. Nothing unusual. Normal clothes, normal lance over his shoulder, normal gray horse walking next to him--wait what.]
[Okay, maybe that's a little less than normal. But Lancer and his horse just walked right on past you. Totally casual. Because having a horse in a 1950's town is totally a thing.]
[How do you react?]
[B; late afternoon; 310 Miller Street]
[Knock knock. Which here means 'there is a Servant coming through your front door without knocking'. So really not like 'knock knock' at all.]
[C; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[Mayfield's friendly neighborhood bartender is at it again, guys. As it turns out, a Servant's inability to get drunk means he's just behind the bar drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol with no effects whatsoever.]
[Go figure.]
☘ 015; [phone/action]
Sep. 19th, 2011 04:23 pm( you who i called brother )
[A; action; Olney's Tavern]
[It was probably safe to say Lancer wasn't feeling so great. Not that it was remotely easy to tell. He stood inside the magecraft-reinforced building with a glass of who the hell knew what in his hand. Blood was splattered all over the clothes he was wearing, but he seemed utterly unconcerned with that. On the scale of 'problems I have today', bloodstained clothes were pretty much dead last.]
[B; phone]
Hey. Listen, if anyone needs shelter around here the tavern's pretty well protected. if you don't want to be out there on your own, speak up and I'll bring you here myself.
[...it had been a day, right? Lancer knew through experience that anybody killed would ordinarily have woken up at midnight.]
Anybody seen that other guy calling himself Lancer? Black hair, gold eyes, too damn nice for his own good?
[C; action; around Mayfield]
[He couldn't just stay hidden the whole time. Soon enough the Servant in bloodstained civilian clothes was back out among the undead and with a horse at his side. Liath Macha would be more than valuable here, having been the horse to kill over fifty men at his dying master's side. Not to mention he could carry notably more than Lancer himself could, if someone needed that.]
[Lancer spoke a few short words in the archaic language his current partner would understand--something to the effect of 'let's go'--and the two were off sprinting through the city, cutting down whatever shuffling undead stood in their path.]
[A; action; Olney's Tavern]
[It was probably safe to say Lancer wasn't feeling so great. Not that it was remotely easy to tell. He stood inside the magecraft-reinforced building with a glass of who the hell knew what in his hand. Blood was splattered all over the clothes he was wearing, but he seemed utterly unconcerned with that. On the scale of 'problems I have today', bloodstained clothes were pretty much dead last.]
[B; phone]
Hey. Listen, if anyone needs shelter around here the tavern's pretty well protected. if you don't want to be out there on your own, speak up and I'll bring you here myself.
[...it had been a day, right? Lancer knew through experience that anybody killed would ordinarily have woken up at midnight.]
Anybody seen that other guy calling himself Lancer? Black hair, gold eyes, too damn nice for his own good?
[C; action; around Mayfield]
[He couldn't just stay hidden the whole time. Soon enough the Servant in bloodstained civilian clothes was back out among the undead and with a horse at his side. Liath Macha would be more than valuable here, having been the horse to kill over fifty men at his dying master's side. Not to mention he could carry notably more than Lancer himself could, if someone needed that.]
[Lancer spoke a few short words in the archaic language his current partner would understand--something to the effect of 'let's go'--and the two were off sprinting through the city, cutting down whatever shuffling undead stood in their path.]
☘ 014; [phone/action]
Aug. 22nd, 2011 01:32 pm[phone; morning]
Y'know, it's funny. Turns out waking up covered in blood isn't something you get used to. Look, I don't know who or even how many people I killed earlier this week, but...it wasn't me. I mean it kind of was, but I wouldn't do that. I couldn't anymore if I wanted to, anyway.
Look, the short version is that Mayfield screwed with the wrong person. But if anybody wants to try and return the favor, I'm not a hard person to find-
[Those of you with good hearing may have just heard what sounded remarkably like a horse outside.]
-...the hell was that?
[A; action; 1335 Benny Rd.; morning]
[Of all the things Lancer had expected Mayfield to give him, this was not one of them.]
[There was a horse grazing on the front lawn. His horse. One that had surely been dead for a couple thousand years.]
Liath...Macha...? [What the hell, Mayfield?]
[Surprised as he was, Lancer was at its side in a second with a bright smile on his face, scratching behind its ears and speaking affectionately in a quiet foreign language.]
[B; action; around Mayfield; afternoon]
[Lancer may or may not be walking about Mayfield with the aformentioned large gray horse at his side--man there was a whole list of shit he had to get somehow. Maybe he could convert the garage into a stable. It wasn't like any of them were using it.]
[So that just left where the hell in a semi-modern human city to get a whole truckload of food. Man, he'd probably need someone to help him out with that much. Or at least to help carry all of it.]
Y'know, it's funny. Turns out waking up covered in blood isn't something you get used to. Look, I don't know who or even how many people I killed earlier this week, but...it wasn't me. I mean it kind of was, but I wouldn't do that. I couldn't anymore if I wanted to, anyway.
Look, the short version is that Mayfield screwed with the wrong person. But if anybody wants to try and return the favor, I'm not a hard person to find-
[Those of you with good hearing may have just heard what sounded remarkably like a horse outside.]
-...the hell was that?
[A; action; 1335 Benny Rd.; morning]
[Of all the things Lancer had expected Mayfield to give him, this was not one of them.]
[There was a horse grazing on the front lawn. His horse. One that had surely been dead for a couple thousand years.]
Liath...Macha...? [What the hell, Mayfield?]
[Surprised as he was, Lancer was at its side in a second with a bright smile on his face, scratching behind its ears and speaking affectionately in a quiet foreign language.]
[B; action; around Mayfield; afternoon]
[Lancer may or may not be walking about Mayfield with the aformentioned large gray horse at his side--man there was a whole list of shit he had to get somehow. Maybe he could convert the garage into a stable. It wasn't like any of them were using it.]
[So that just left where the hell in a semi-modern human city to get a whole truckload of food. Man, he'd probably need someone to help him out with that much. Or at least to help carry all of it.]
☘ 013; [action]
Jul. 20th, 2011 01:28 pm( introspection )
[A; 311 Miller Street; late morning]
[He'd kept himself in spirit form to conserve energy for the short time it took to get there; Lancer had definitely missed his speed if nothing else. So, there is now a Servant appearing in your kitchen.]
Rin? Hey, I need to talk to you.
[We're working on a time limit here, tsundere, hurry up.]
[B; around Mayfield; late afternoon/early evening/afterinfinitemana thread]
[Wandering the city was a lot less boring now. Tonight you might just see someone running around and jumping from streetlights to rooftops more or less silently; he's quite enjoying this change of pace, obviously.]
[The only downside was that now he had to get used to his own reflexes all over again. Ah, well. he couldn't really complain if it meant he was mostly back to normal.]
[If someone were to say something to him, he'd more than likely stop given the pretty decent mood he was in. And if he saw someone he knew, he'd just annoy them anyway.]
[A; 311 Miller Street; late morning]
[He'd kept himself in spirit form to conserve energy for the short time it took to get there; Lancer had definitely missed his speed if nothing else. So, there is now a Servant appearing in your kitchen.]
Rin? Hey, I need to talk to you.
[We're working on a time limit here, tsundere, hurry up.]
[B; around Mayfield; late afternoon/early evening/after
infinitemana thread][Wandering the city was a lot less boring now. Tonight you might just see someone running around and jumping from streetlights to rooftops more or less silently; he's quite enjoying this change of pace, obviously.]
[The only downside was that now he had to get used to his own reflexes all over again. Ah, well. he couldn't really complain if it meant he was mostly back to normal.]
[If someone were to say something to him, he'd more than likely stop given the pretty decent mood he was in. And if he saw someone he knew, he'd just annoy them anyway.]
☘ 012; [phone; stages 3-4]
Jul. 13th, 2011 07:54 amYo, Mayfield.
[Lancer's tone was as light and casual as always, and he sounded as if he was in a pretty decent mood. Which contrasted particularly sharply with what he was about to say.]
Did you guys know I had a brother? He fought against the country I decided to protect, so I killed him. And y'know...when you're a knight, you have to stick to this whole 'others before yourself' thing. So even though I didn't want to fight him--pleaded with him not to do something so stupid, even--it didn't matter. I killed him the same as the hundreds of other people I've killed in the past. And I don't regret it. I wish I did, but I can't. Because if I had done anything differently, my country would've suffered for it.
I can protect an entire country, but I can't save the people that actually mean something to me. I even killed my own son; that much, at least, was an accident. Didn't know who I was fighting, and I made a stupid mistake. Now he's probably going to end up killing me here, because when he gets the rematch he deserves there's no way I'll be able to hurt him knowing who he is. Y'know, he's just as tough to beat in a fight as I am now--I couldn't be more proud of him for that if I tried.
[Lancer sounded more confused than cheerful now, and maybe even a little distressed. Why was he saying all this? Why couldn't he just shut the hell up?]
I'm a knight. Culann's Hound, the demigod hero and guardian of Ulster. Even though that's true, do you know what the last thing I did before I came to Mayfield was? I was forced to kill myself because I wouldn't hurt a girl I might've called my friend, and there was nothing I could do but kill the bastard responsible before I died.
Even when I do the right thing, I can't catch a break. Figures, doesn't it?
[He laughed, though it sounded forced and unsteady.]
...shit, I want to go home. This town is one pain in the neck after another.
[Lancer's tone was as light and casual as always, and he sounded as if he was in a pretty decent mood. Which contrasted particularly sharply with what he was about to say.]
Did you guys know I had a brother? He fought against the country I decided to protect, so I killed him. And y'know...when you're a knight, you have to stick to this whole 'others before yourself' thing. So even though I didn't want to fight him--pleaded with him not to do something so stupid, even--it didn't matter. I killed him the same as the hundreds of other people I've killed in the past. And I don't regret it. I wish I did, but I can't. Because if I had done anything differently, my country would've suffered for it.
I can protect an entire country, but I can't save the people that actually mean something to me. I even killed my own son; that much, at least, was an accident. Didn't know who I was fighting, and I made a stupid mistake. Now he's probably going to end up killing me here, because when he gets the rematch he deserves there's no way I'll be able to hurt him knowing who he is. Y'know, he's just as tough to beat in a fight as I am now--I couldn't be more proud of him for that if I tried.
[Lancer sounded more confused than cheerful now, and maybe even a little distressed. Why was he saying all this? Why couldn't he just shut the hell up?]
I'm a knight. Culann's Hound, the demigod hero and guardian of Ulster. Even though that's true, do you know what the last thing I did before I came to Mayfield was? I was forced to kill myself because I wouldn't hurt a girl I might've called my friend, and there was nothing I could do but kill the bastard responsible before I died.
Even when I do the right thing, I can't catch a break. Figures, doesn't it?
[He laughed, though it sounded forced and unsteady.]
...shit, I want to go home. This town is one pain in the neck after another.
☘ 011; [action; dated to 7/7]
Jul. 6th, 2011 10:22 pm[ooc: sorry for the spam, but kattu took a hiatus and i figured might as well get this up 8|a]
[introspection]
( hold me when i'm scared )
[A; action; morning; outside/near 311 Miller Street]
( won't always be there )
[B; action; afternoon; park]
( so love me when i'm gone )
[C; action; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[That same night would find Lancer behind the bar as always--though tonight was slightly different. Both his hands were bandaged, a splint on the first two fingers of his left. A lit cigarette hung out of his mouth, his third that hour.]
[He didn't speak much, a strange thing considering how difficult it usually was to get Lancer to shut up. Instead he spent most of his free time leaning on the wall behind the bar, arms crossed and a barely-hidden look of irritation on his face.]
[introspection]
( hold me when i'm scared )
[A; action; morning; outside/near 311 Miller Street]
( won't always be there )
[B; action; afternoon; park]
( so love me when i'm gone )
[C; action; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[That same night would find Lancer behind the bar as always--though tonight was slightly different. Both his hands were bandaged, a splint on the first two fingers of his left. A lit cigarette hung out of his mouth, his third that hour.]
[He didn't speak much, a strange thing considering how difficult it usually was to get Lancer to shut up. Instead he spent most of his free time leaning on the wall behind the bar, arms crossed and a barely-hidden look of irritation on his face.]
☘ 010; [action; 50% event]
Jul. 4th, 2011 01:49 am( pieces are falling i can't seem to make them stay )
[A; action; park]
[Lancer was out of it, to say the very least. But he knew he spent most of his time at the park, and somehow he'd wound up there today. He was sitting under a tree with the same pair of notebooks lying closed on the ground beside him. To say he might have looked troubled would be putting it lightly; he was pale, clearly unsettled, and speaking to himself under his breath.]
My name is Setanta mac Sualtam. Cu Chulainn. Servant Lancer. My mother's name was Dechtire, my father by blood Lugh Lámhfhada. My wife's name was-...it's...
[Those...were the right names, weren't they? Why had he faltered like that? He knew his wife's name as well as he knew his own, so why stop so abruptly as if there was any question about it? Lancer raised a hand to his head, an unusually blatant look of worry on his face. It wasn't that he'd forgotten, he knew the answer. But no matter what name he finished that sentence with, it would surely sound incorrect somehow. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he finish that sentence?]
[A; action; park]
[Lancer was out of it, to say the very least. But he knew he spent most of his time at the park, and somehow he'd wound up there today. He was sitting under a tree with the same pair of notebooks lying closed on the ground beside him. To say he might have looked troubled would be putting it lightly; he was pale, clearly unsettled, and speaking to himself under his breath.]
My name is Setanta mac Sualtam. Cu Chulainn. Servant Lancer. My mother's name was Dechtire, my father by blood Lugh Lámhfhada. My wife's name was-...it's...
[Those...were the right names, weren't they? Why had he faltered like that? He knew his wife's name as well as he knew his own, so why stop so abruptly as if there was any question about it? Lancer raised a hand to his head, an unusually blatant look of worry on his face. It wasn't that he'd forgotten, he knew the answer. But no matter what name he finished that sentence with, it would surely sound incorrect somehow. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he finish that sentence?]
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☘ 009; [action]
Jun. 27th, 2011 11:41 pm[introspection]
( no method to the madness and no means of escape )
[A; afternoon; around Mayfield]
[There is a distracted Lancer wandering around the city in general. Which may be odd, as more often than not 'distracted' is not a word that would describe him that well. He's off guard, lost in thought, and probably just walked right past you.]
[B; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[That night would find one bartender leaning back in a chair and writing in a gray notebook. A second dark blue one is on the bar next to him, ignored for the moment. What he could possibly be writing is anyone's guess. Also difficult to determine is whether or not trying to read it would even do any good.]
( no method to the madness and no means of escape )
[A; afternoon; around Mayfield]
[There is a distracted Lancer wandering around the city in general. Which may be odd, as more often than not 'distracted' is not a word that would describe him that well. He's off guard, lost in thought, and probably just walked right past you.]
[B; evening; Olney's Tavern]
[That night would find one bartender leaning back in a chair and writing in a gray notebook. A second dark blue one is on the bar next to him, ignored for the moment. What he could possibly be writing is anyone's guess. Also difficult to determine is whether or not trying to read it would even do any good.]
☘ 008; [phone]
Jun. 17th, 2011 01:21 pm[The really fun thing about being Cu Chulainn (in his own opinion, naturally) was, among other weird and superhuman nonsense, the fact that his alcohol tolerance was through the roof. When he was alive, Lancer could have drank enough to kill any human and probably would have barely stumbled.]
[That was not the case here. While Lancer in a human body was no lightweight, he might as well have been compared to his usual tolerance.]
[And Mayfield, do you know what else?]
[Ancient Ireland had no concept of drunk dialing.]
[phone; evening]
Y'know...y'know what? I should prrrroooobably be angry. I really should. Dunno if I should be angry at myself or Mayfield, but I should be angry at somethin'. 'Cause...man, this whole thing is crazy. Bazett's droned, Kotomine's kicking around doin' whatever creepy stuff he does in his downtime, I'm still a human, and oh yeah! My own kid hates me!
[Sounding awful chipper there, Lancer.]
Eh, screw it. Complainin's pointless--least he's here and alive, right? Let him hate me, kid's got every right to after the shit I pulled. Hey, you humans ever been punched by a demigod? Hurts like hell, seriously. Wouldn' rec-..recom-... Don't do it. Let's go with that.
[Beat.]
...Shit, I'm drunk.
[That was not the case here. While Lancer in a human body was no lightweight, he might as well have been compared to his usual tolerance.]
[And Mayfield, do you know what else?]
[Ancient Ireland had no concept of drunk dialing.]
[phone; evening]
Y'know...y'know what? I should prrrroooobably be angry. I really should. Dunno if I should be angry at myself or Mayfield, but I should be angry at somethin'. 'Cause...man, this whole thing is crazy. Bazett's droned, Kotomine's kicking around doin' whatever creepy stuff he does in his downtime, I'm still a human, and oh yeah! My own kid hates me!
[Sounding awful chipper there, Lancer.]
Eh, screw it. Complainin's pointless--least he's here and alive, right? Let him hate me, kid's got every right to after the shit I pulled. Hey, you humans ever been punched by a demigod? Hurts like hell, seriously. Wouldn' rec-..recom-... Don't do it. Let's go with that.
[Beat.]
...Shit, I'm drunk.
☘ 007; [action; mainly dated to 6/6]
Jun. 7th, 2011 06:30 pm[action; morning of 6/6; outside 1335 Benny Rd.]
( the remedy is the experience )
[phone; afternoon of 6/6; locked to Zero Lancer]
( is a dangerous liaison )
[action; afternoon of 6/6; park]
( won't worry my life away )
[action; afternoon of 6/7; various]
[Unarmed and completely casual, there is an oddly cheerful heroic spirit-turned-human walking around Mayfield. The incidents of sudden widespread murder and so on had shaken him, truthfully, but only a little. It was nothing he couldn't brush off because that was what a knight was meant to do. His own problems were insignificant if those around him needed help, which quite a few of them seemed to.]
[So brushing it off was exactly what he did, returning to as normal a life as one could get in this town. Today, as with quite a few other days, he was a former Servant looking for his Master. Partly to check and make sure she was doing alright, partly to make sure Connla hadn't done anything insane, and...well, he did have a third reason. But that was something he'd keep to himself for now.]
[It was entirely possible that while tracking down the loud tsundere, he just walked right by you. Approach?]
( the remedy is the experience )
[phone; afternoon of 6/6; locked to Zero Lancer]
( is a dangerous liaison )
[action; afternoon of 6/6; park]
( won't worry my life away )
[action; afternoon of 6/7; various]
[Unarmed and completely casual, there is an oddly cheerful heroic spirit-turned-human walking around Mayfield. The incidents of sudden widespread murder and so on had shaken him, truthfully, but only a little. It was nothing he couldn't brush off because that was what a knight was meant to do. His own problems were insignificant if those around him needed help, which quite a few of them seemed to.]
[So brushing it off was exactly what he did, returning to as normal a life as one could get in this town. Today, as with quite a few other days, he was a former Servant looking for his Master. Partly to check and make sure she was doing alright, partly to make sure Connla hadn't done anything insane, and...well, he did have a third reason. But that was something he'd keep to himself for now.]
[It was entirely possible that while tracking down the loud tsundere, he just walked right by you. Approach?]
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[ooc: whoops, sorry, fixed some small thread-dating problems.]
[action; morning; 1335 Benny Rd.]
( i'll show the wind how to fly )
[phone; morning of June fifth; private to Rin Tohsaka]
( when the world gets in my face )
[phone; afternoon of June fifth; open]
Yo. Since it seems like this stupid town is finished with its latest game, I've got an offer to make. Anybody that needs a strong drink or two, come down to the bar tonight. I'll personally make sure you're well taken care of, on the house. And I can assure you nobody in town knows how to make a good drink better than I do.
I think we could all use some downtime with good company after that mess. And I'm talking to everyone--any of the drones give you pretty girls trouble for being there, I'll take care of them myself.
Oh, and leave any thoughts of revenge at the door; any barfights I see had damn well better be the fun kind or you'll have me to answer to.
Garviel, Lancer, Rider, I expect to see you in particular all there. Got it?
[Then, with a slightly more rueful note to his voice:] ...We could all use a few drinks at this point.
[action; evening of June fifth; Olney's Tavern]
( i say have a nice day )
[action; morning; 1335 Benny Rd.]
( i'll show the wind how to fly )
[phone; morning of June fifth; private to Rin Tohsaka]
( when the world gets in my face )
[phone; afternoon of June fifth; open]
Yo. Since it seems like this stupid town is finished with its latest game, I've got an offer to make. Anybody that needs a strong drink or two, come down to the bar tonight. I'll personally make sure you're well taken care of, on the house. And I can assure you nobody in town knows how to make a good drink better than I do.
I think we could all use some downtime with good company after that mess. And I'm talking to everyone--any of the drones give you pretty girls trouble for being there, I'll take care of them myself.
Oh, and leave any thoughts of revenge at the door; any barfights I see had damn well better be the fun kind or you'll have me to answer to.
Garviel, Lancer, Rider, I expect to see you in particular all there. Got it?
[Then, with a slightly more rueful note to his voice:] ...We could all use a few drinks at this point.
[action; evening of June fifth; Olney's Tavern]
( i say have a nice day )
☘ 005; [action/phone]
May. 26th, 2011 03:52 pm[A; park; morning]
[When one had seen as many battlefields as Lancer had, one tended to notice the more subtle indications of oncoming disaster. Like the tone of unease to the voices of those that had been in Mayfield longer than he had; those that knew the kinds of things the town was capable of.
[More than that, it felt as if there was a faint tension in the air. It was a feeling he knew very well; impending chaos. Of course, there wasn't really much any of them could do to prepare. How could they, when both enemy and timing were a complete mystery?]
[Ah, well. All he could really do was continue his usual training with the lance he'd gotten from Garviel. If one was to pass by, they'd come across the usual sight; a dark-haired former Servant focused entirely on his surroundings and the weapon in his hands.]
( phone; filtered to Rin Tohsaka )
[When one had seen as many battlefields as Lancer had, one tended to notice the more subtle indications of oncoming disaster. Like the tone of unease to the voices of those that had been in Mayfield longer than he had; those that knew the kinds of things the town was capable of.
[More than that, it felt as if there was a faint tension in the air. It was a feeling he knew very well; impending chaos. Of course, there wasn't really much any of them could do to prepare. How could they, when both enemy and timing were a complete mystery?]
[Ah, well. All he could really do was continue his usual training with the lance he'd gotten from Garviel. If one was to pass by, they'd come across the usual sight; a dark-haired former Servant focused entirely on his surroundings and the weapon in his hands.]
( phone; filtered to Rin Tohsaka )
☘ 004; [action/phone]
May. 8th, 2011 11:23 pm[A; 311 Miller Street; morning]
[Sitting on the windowsill of her room (and boy was it ever a pain getting it there) is this, with an attached note:]
Rin--
This place is enough to drive the best people insane.
Try to remember you have at least one friend to rely on.
[B; 1331 Benny Road; morning]
[He hadn't seen her in a while; that alone was reason enough to see how she was doing. And for whatever reason, today Lancer had felt like bringing her flowers as well. it was a little strange for him, but obviously he didn't think the sudden idea was anything suspicious. Women liked flowers, right? And sure, Bazett wasn't your ordinary woman, but--]
[--but whatever answered the door was decidedly not Bazett.]
[Shit, shit shit, that wasn't possible, she'd been droned while he was living barely a hundred feet away, how did that happen?! A moment's shock turned to sudden and barely-controlled anger; he immediately spun around and stormed off, scowling. He couldn't stand to look at that whatever-it-was with his former Master's face. He'd failed her a second time, and it absolutely disgusted him.]
[C; Church of Salvation; morning]
[Lancer knew what kind of things happened when he lost his temper. And even if certain abilities he had in life were unavailable even as fully-powered Servant Lancer, he had learned to control his emotions marginally well in and out of a fight. But today? Today he was having a lot of trouble keeping himself thinking rationally.]
[It wasn't the droned priest's fault, logic made that quite clear. But logic was not in the front of Lancer's mind right now; he was pissed off, and Kotomine had killed her once. No, not even that. He hadn't killed her, Lancer was just too goddamn stupid to know otherwise.]
[He walked into the Church of Salvation, a startlingly calm and unreadable look on his face...]
[...and punched the drone square in the face at full force before turning and walking out like nothing happened.]
[D; park; afternoon]
[And just WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, the day got even worse. No, this should have been a good thing. He should have been happy--thrilled, even. Mayfield had given him a chance Lancer was certain he had lost permanently.]
[But how was he supposed to deal with this? With any of it?]
[Great work, Lancer. Obviously I'm the best Servant there is--Bazett's droned, Connla's never going to forgive me, and I'll have to explain to Rin how I killed my only son. You're a fucking idiot, Setanta.]
[His thoughts were bitter and remarkably self-loathing as he sat under a tree in the park. The spear Garviel had given him was in the former Servant's hand, and being gripped so tightly Lancer was starting to lose feeling in his hand without even noticing it.]
[phone; afternoon]
( filtered to Rin )
( filtered to Archer )
( filtered to Zero Lancer )
[Sitting on the windowsill of her room (and boy was it ever a pain getting it there) is this, with an attached note:]
Rin--
This place is enough to drive the best people insane.
Try to remember you have at least one friend to rely on.
[B; 1331 Benny Road; morning]
[He hadn't seen her in a while; that alone was reason enough to see how she was doing. And for whatever reason, today Lancer had felt like bringing her flowers as well. it was a little strange for him, but obviously he didn't think the sudden idea was anything suspicious. Women liked flowers, right? And sure, Bazett wasn't your ordinary woman, but--]
[--but whatever answered the door was decidedly not Bazett.]
[Shit, shit shit, that wasn't possible, she'd been droned while he was living barely a hundred feet away, how did that happen?! A moment's shock turned to sudden and barely-controlled anger; he immediately spun around and stormed off, scowling. He couldn't stand to look at that whatever-it-was with his former Master's face. He'd failed her a second time, and it absolutely disgusted him.]
[C; Church of Salvation; morning]
[Lancer knew what kind of things happened when he lost his temper. And even if certain abilities he had in life were unavailable even as fully-powered Servant Lancer, he had learned to control his emotions marginally well in and out of a fight. But today? Today he was having a lot of trouble keeping himself thinking rationally.]
[It wasn't the droned priest's fault, logic made that quite clear. But logic was not in the front of Lancer's mind right now; he was pissed off, and Kotomine had killed her once. No, not even that. He hadn't killed her, Lancer was just too goddamn stupid to know otherwise.]
[He walked into the Church of Salvation, a startlingly calm and unreadable look on his face...]
[...and punched the drone square in the face at full force before turning and walking out like nothing happened.]
[D; park; afternoon]
[And just WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, the day got even worse. No, this should have been a good thing. He should have been happy--thrilled, even. Mayfield had given him a chance Lancer was certain he had lost permanently.]
[But how was he supposed to deal with this? With any of it?]
[Great work, Lancer. Obviously I'm the best Servant there is--Bazett's droned, Connla's never going to forgive me, and I'll have to explain to Rin how I killed my only son. You're a fucking idiot, Setanta.]
[His thoughts were bitter and remarkably self-loathing as he sat under a tree in the park. The spear Garviel had given him was in the former Servant's hand, and being gripped so tightly Lancer was starting to lose feeling in his hand without even noticing it.]
[phone; afternoon]
( filtered to Rin )
( filtered to Archer )
( filtered to Zero Lancer )
☘ 003; [action]
Apr. 12th, 2011 07:04 pm[A; 1335 Benny Rd.]
[Those passing by today might be able to find Lancer walking out of his house holding a lance and leaning it against his shoulder; it was far more mundane than his Noble Phantasm, but a respectable weapon regardless. Unfortunately, having only the strength of a human made him realize how heavy and awkward a lance was. But he still had experience on his side if not physical strength.]
[With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Lancer walked off in the direction of the park.]
[B; park]
[Lancer had waited long enough--there was a regain he needed to test out, and the park was the only place with enough room.]
[He gripped the spear in his hands tightly, silently hoping this would at least start to compensate for this weak and slow form he was stuck with. Shifting his position, the Servant-turned-human concentrated the small amount of magical energy he had and traced a rune on the ground with his foot; Raidho, for speed enhancement. One thing at a time--odds were pretty good he'd be using this one a lot until he was back to normal.]
This had better work...
[Moving to run forward, Lancer came to one immediate conclusion--he was a little too used to being human.]
[As evidenced by the fact that one small speed boost was enough to get him to run straight into a tree.]
Son of a--! [Ow, ow, ow. That would be a headache for a while.]
[C; Mayfield General Store]
[After a lot of practice--with mishaps resulting in a few burns, bruises, and scratches--Lancer was pretty sure he'd managed to adjust to using runes again. With such a weak human form and small amount of magical energy to work with, however, things were proving difficult.]
[He walked out of the general store and back in the direction of home covered in a series of small injuries and carrying a first aid kit. All in all...really not a bad start in getting his abilities back.]
[Those passing by today might be able to find Lancer walking out of his house holding a lance and leaning it against his shoulder; it was far more mundane than his Noble Phantasm, but a respectable weapon regardless. Unfortunately, having only the strength of a human made him realize how heavy and awkward a lance was. But he still had experience on his side if not physical strength.]
[With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Lancer walked off in the direction of the park.]
[B; park]
[Lancer had waited long enough--there was a regain he needed to test out, and the park was the only place with enough room.]
[He gripped the spear in his hands tightly, silently hoping this would at least start to compensate for this weak and slow form he was stuck with. Shifting his position, the Servant-turned-human concentrated the small amount of magical energy he had and traced a rune on the ground with his foot; Raidho, for speed enhancement. One thing at a time--odds were pretty good he'd be using this one a lot until he was back to normal.]
This had better work...
[Moving to run forward, Lancer came to one immediate conclusion--he was a little too used to being human.]
[As evidenced by the fact that one small speed boost was enough to get him to run straight into a tree.]
Son of a--! [Ow, ow, ow. That would be a headache for a while.]
[C; Mayfield General Store]
[After a lot of practice--with mishaps resulting in a few burns, bruises, and scratches--Lancer was pretty sure he'd managed to adjust to using runes again. With such a weak human form and small amount of magical energy to work with, however, things were proving difficult.]
[He walked out of the general store and back in the direction of home covered in a series of small injuries and carrying a first aid kit. All in all...really not a bad start in getting his abilities back.]
☘ 002; [phone/action]
Mar. 29th, 2011 11:40 pm[phone]
[Hey there, Mayfield. There's a good chance a lot of you are pretty pissed off about losing all your shiny new stuff. Lancer is, of course, no exception.]
What the hell just happened?!
[And when Lancer's angry, everyone's going to hear about it.]
Everything just disappeared--my lance, armor, my damned contract, and I'm human again! How can this place take things like that so easily?!
[WHACK. Sounds remarkably like someone just punched a wall, doesn't it? The next time Lancer speaks, it's somewhat calmer--but with the faintest tone of frustration.]
I don't know why I'm even wasting my time asking; it's not like anyone else will have the answers I want.
This isn't over. I'll get everything back if it kills me ten times over. This city won't stop me.
...tch. Just when I was starting to like this place, too.
[action]
[Later that night, Lancer could be found working his usual shift in the usual bar--and he looked notably less enraged than he'd sounded over the phone. Compared to the kind of fights he'd gotten a mere couple of days ago, now this just felt tedious and boring.]
[It struck him now more than ever how completely powerless he was like this. Even as a Servant, what could anyone do against this town's games when they could lose everything so easily? But he wouldn't be defeated. No, heroic spirit Cú Chulainn didn't know how to give up. No matter the nature of his opponent, he would find a way to win at any cost.]
[Approach if you so choose, but he still isn't in the best mood.]
[Hey there, Mayfield. There's a good chance a lot of you are pretty pissed off about losing all your shiny new stuff. Lancer is, of course, no exception.]
What the hell just happened?!
[And when Lancer's angry, everyone's going to hear about it.]
Everything just disappeared--my lance, armor, my damned contract, and I'm human again! How can this place take things like that so easily?!
[WHACK. Sounds remarkably like someone just punched a wall, doesn't it? The next time Lancer speaks, it's somewhat calmer--but with the faintest tone of frustration.]
I don't know why I'm even wasting my time asking; it's not like anyone else will have the answers I want.
This isn't over. I'll get everything back if it kills me ten times over. This city won't stop me.
...tch. Just when I was starting to like this place, too.
[action]
[Later that night, Lancer could be found working his usual shift in the usual bar--and he looked notably less enraged than he'd sounded over the phone. Compared to the kind of fights he'd gotten a mere couple of days ago, now this just felt tedious and boring.]
[It struck him now more than ever how completely powerless he was like this. Even as a Servant, what could anyone do against this town's games when they could lose everything so easily? But he wouldn't be defeated. No, heroic spirit Cú Chulainn didn't know how to give up. No matter the nature of his opponent, he would find a way to win at any cost.]
[Approach if you so choose, but he still isn't in the best mood.]
☘ 001; [action/phone]
Mar. 10th, 2011 07:57 pm[Action for 1335 Benny Rd.]
( so when in doubt just call my name )
[phone]
Okay, this is a really screwed up hallucination, right? [It had to be. Nothing else made absolutely any logical sense.] If I'm going to die, I'd like to just do it instead of screwing around with some dream first.
( so when in doubt just call my name )
[phone]
Okay, this is a really screwed up hallucination, right? [It had to be. Nothing else made absolutely any logical sense.] If I'm going to die, I'd like to just do it instead of screwing around with some dream first.
