☘ 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]
Can you meet me somewhere? It's...really important.
[His voice was likely somewhat strained by this point; between the anger and the 'how the hell do I deal with this', he was two steps from snapping.]
You. We need to talk. Now.
Lancer. Tch, feels like I'm talking to myself... Got a few minutes? I'd like to talk to you about something.
[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]
Can you meet me somewhere? It's...really important.
[His voice was likely somewhat strained by this point; between the anger and the 'how the hell do I deal with this', he was two steps from snapping.]
You. We need to talk. Now.
Lancer. Tch, feels like I'm talking to myself... Got a few minutes? I'd like to talk to you about something.
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:29 am (UTC)You look like -shit-, brother.
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:32 am (UTC)[It was supposed to be sarcasm, but his words completely lacked anything save for a clear note of bitterness to them. Regardless, there was still a smirk on his face when he spoke.]
[He stood up, leaning the lance against his shoulder as he did.]
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Date: 2011-05-09 03:46 am (UTC)[he removes his helm.]
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:02 am (UTC)[Phone]
Date: 2011-05-09 04:04 am (UTC)[Phone] --> [In Action]
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:04 am (UTC)Uh... are you okay, Mister?
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:08 am (UTC)[Only not.]
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:05 am (UTC)I didn't touch them, if that makes you feel better.
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:19 am (UTC)It doesn't take much to assume they are from Lancer. No one else has a need to sneak flowers to her and well, his note does dismiss Archer's presence in her life. She carries a smile for the rest of the morning though, not leaving her room until the phone calls start to go out.
Picking it up:]
Archer doesn't work today. We'll have to be careful about where we meet, Lancer.
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:25 am (UTC)Wherever you can manage it, at whatever time. It's not something I can talk about over the phone.
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From:1/3 yeah you started this now deal with it
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From:C [morning, before she was droned]
Date: 2011-05-09 06:28 am (UTC)Highly alarmed, she ran out after him as he exited the building.]
Lancer!
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Date: 2011-05-09 06:32 am (UTC)...what is it, Nina?
[He stopped walking, leaning against a wall and bringing a hand to his head--Lancer honestly looked like even he didn't know what the hell was was doing anymore.]
Sorry this is so late! :(
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Date: 2011-05-09 10:44 am (UTC)You're better now from prom...
Big brother, what's wrong? Does Nena need to kill someone?
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Date: 2011-05-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-05-09 10:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-09 07:43 pm (UTC)Yo, Elizabeth.
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Date: 2011-05-09 10:59 am (UTC)"I don't think it will make him less of an idiot, but given how he annoys me whenever I come to think by the memorial sites, I'm glad someone had the nerve to do it."
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Date: 2011-05-09 07:41 pm (UTC)...Made me feel a little better though.
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Date: 2011-05-09 04:37 pm (UTC)Phone
Date: 2011-05-09 07:42 pm (UTC)--dammit, how many Lancers are in this town?
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Date: 2011-05-10 02:02 am (UTC)Where did you get that?! That's so cool!
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Date: 2011-05-10 02:41 am (UTC)[He glanced up--a distraction was actually pretty welcome at this point.]
...I got it from a friend, actually.
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From:C - told you you can't outlate me bro............ (tears)
Date: 2011-05-12 11:27 am (UTC)oh cool story brohound... Actually Ciel wasn't even sure why Kirei's drone kept coming back. Helping at the Church isn't a paying occupation, so no one actually gets assigned by the town to be here. It's volunteer work. So if when Kirei Kotomine arrived to Mayfield and was assigned to some other job, he should have stuck to it, after his permanent droning.
But now it seems like he replaced the head drone priest, who stopped coming. Really, Mayfield, really? Well then, just another twist of irony in everyone's favorite town, though she did briefly wonder if she should take more liberty of locking him up somewhere, but going at it even more strongly than she did to the last once. There was, after all, never a drone present when she's at the Church.
She just didn't make it in time this morning - or rather, just in time to watch Lancer punch drone!Kirei unconscious, before leaving by the front door.
Someone seems frustrated.
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Well okay she does enjoy her share of trolling but she doesn't make it a habit to kick the pup when it's down. Stepping aside, she lets him pass, watching him go and wondering if she should say anything at all.]
you are truly a master of it 8|b
Date: 2011-05-12 11:36 am (UTC)[No, stop that. You're regretting something you can't do shit about, idiot. What's the point in that? Lancer couldn't start thinking like that, what the hell was wrong with him? It wasn't like him, and he damn well knew it.]
[When Lancer stopped walking a step or two after passing Ciel, he seemed completely calm and casual; he couldn't really be this irrational, right?]
...If you're going to complain about that, fine. Just don't do it right now.
/cries because this is the worst thing to be a master of
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