☘ 006; [phone/action; mostly forward dated to 6/5]

[riastrad_ridire]

[ooc: whoops, sorry, fixed some small thread-dating problems.]

[action; morning; 1335 Benny Rd.]

[For a moment--the most crucial moment, when a blade cut its way through his chest for the second time--he'd forgotten death was cheap in Mayfield.]

[So it was safe to say that Servant Lancer hadn't expected to wake up. Which of course he did, though he had no idea how long he was gone this time. It was disorienting to say the least--had he been gone only a day, had he been droned again? No, no that couldn't have been the case. He remembered Mayfield this time, as well as everyone in it. And a look at the calendar told him it had been roughly a week since he was last breathing. A week? Was that normal? Well, normal for Mayfield? Couldn't be, could it?]

[And what had happened after he'd died? Rin, Connla, Garviel, Diarmuid--if they'd died, surely they were resurrected just as Lancer himself had been. But was it over? Was the town done blackmailing them into killing each other?]

[Only one way to find out.]


[phone; morning of June fifth; private to Rin Tohsaka]

...Sorry I didn't call you.


[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]

[And true to his word, Lancer was working behind the bar that night with the usual confident smirk on his face. Now that the chaos was over, he had at least one thing to be proud of: it wasn't often someone cheated death once, let alone three times. There was no point in being miserable over what Mayfield had done to all of them as far as Lancer was concerned. You couldn't change the past, so it was better to keep moving forward.]

[He would find a way out of here. That was what he looked forward to now, rather than what dirty trick the town would pull next. Or what reprehensible acts Lancer himself might be driven to.]

[Even if he had no real reason to go back, he'd find an exit for all of those that did. A knight was meant to protect people, and getting them the hell out of Mayfield was the best protection a Knight of the Red Branch could possibly offer here.]

Comments

[phone]

[gandere]

[ That's the sound of someone hanging up on you, Lancer. Cold bloooooded. How do you know it was Rin and not actually Archer? That's because she missed the phone quite a few times while trying to hang it up. I mean come on it is pretty obvious....... ]

[phone]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...

[Ouch.]

[Well, fine. You know what? He's just going to call you back, goddamn tsundere.]

[phone]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I will be there.

[phone]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

I'll be waiting, then. See you there.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[BAR? Guess who is getting into the bar because screw age limits. Also waving at Lancer.]

Lancer-san!

[reaction shot, don't include with main thread.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[Seriously? What? Garviel just stares at teensy gil, at the bar with lancer.]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Yo, Gilgamesh.

[He had a lot of problems with adult jackass Gilgamesh. This one? Lancer actually didn't mind this one at all--which kind of surprised him.]

What're you doing here? Not much of a place for a kid, don't you think?

[herooflove.livejournal.com]

[ Guess who's following Gilgamesh around? This cutie right here!! ]

Hello Lancer♥!

phone;

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not invited?

[Wow rude Lancer. Sorry for keeping Rin alive, he'll just let her die next time.

Not that he really wants to come to your shitty bar party.]

phone;

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Never said you weren't. Hell, I probably couldn't stop you if I wanted to.

Lucky for you I really just don't give a shit anymore.

[Action; Olney's Tavern]

[iheartcabbage.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, even if they weren't free, Adachi would've drug his sorry ass to the Tavern after all that bullshit. Sure, the kids eventually came back to life. But still, that shit was just... something he didn't expect. His first real taste of this miserable hell. He'll just drink that horrible feeling in his gut away and everything will be a-okay, right?]

Hit me with the strongest stuff you've got, sir.

[Action; Olney's Tavern]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Name's Lancer, kid.

[And Adachi would get exactly what he asked for because Lancer is the best awful bartender ever.]

Action: Olney's Tavern

[goldensymphony.livejournal.com]

[He'll send an obnoxious grin towards Lancer before waving politely.]

Hey there!

Do you let minor's drink? If not then we can just chat.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Kid, I'd already had my share of long nights and bad hangovers by the time I was about your age, so I don't really give a damn.

[and look how well you turned out, Lancer...]

Either way's fine with me.

action

[macebronia.livejournal.com]

[Rider heard the call, of course. And is sitting at the bar, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. His expression was... different from the norm. Waver's death still weighed heavily on his mind. It was a rather odd sight indeed.]

Really starting to see why you guys don't like this place...

action

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

It might not be half bad if the town would stop screwing around with us.

action sup bro

[velvet-cake.livejournal.com]

[After hearing that call from Lancer, Waver had a pretty good idea about where he could find Rider.]

[He took a seat next to him, propping his elbow on the bar top and setting his chin in his hand. He glanced over at Rider for a moment, then looked away.]

You could at least use a glass.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully Aisling had remained alive through the whole event, though Mayfield had inflicted her with paranoia as punishment for not killing anyone like they had asked. Thankfully that's gone, though she's still shaken by everything that has happened.

Which is why when she sees Lancer alive, she sort of hides behind the doorframe of the kitchen when she sees him.]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...Aisling? What're you hiding for?

[phone]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

I recognize that voice...

Thanks for tryin' to help out with handlebar head.

[phone]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh, it's you--probably owe you some kind of apology or something for that mess. I didn't last too much longer than you did.

Action; tavern tavern tavern tavern

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[Really, Yuri didn't normally drink all that much. However, he fucked up. She'd come back again, but he'd fucked up. Did we mention he fucked up? Because he did. Royally. He felt that way at least.

Outwardly, he doesn't seem too put-off by things, but yeah. He needs something strong.]

Yo. What'cha got, pal?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, I got whatever you're lookin' for and then some.

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[Mike was tired, the grief of Ted's death magnified and the being told to kill children, he needed a drink, several a drinks actually]

"Barkeep. I'll have one of whatever will you make that'll take the walls off of paint."

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Got plenty of that around here, at least.

[Moments later there would be a glass of a liquefied horrible decision on the bar, another in Lancer's own hand.]

Name's Lancer, incidentally.

[Action]

[uberchickmagnet.livejournal.com]

[Of course, Diarmuid had arrived soon after, given that he would never turn down a drinking request from Cu Chulainn himself. However, there was a slightly tired look to his eyes as he entered and took a seat right at the bar.]

Good evening.

[Action]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Diarmuid.

[Unlike the others he'd dealt with that night, Lancer walked out from behind the bar and greeted the other Lancer with a relieved smile--it was good to know he was alive as well.]

[Lancer was so grateful for that, in fact, that he welcomed his fellow knight by embracing him like a brother he'd known his whole life.]

Glad you could make it, it's good to see you.

[action]

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

[Sometime during the night, the barkeep may notice a stereotypical drunk man surrounded by mugs in the corner looking on the verge of death as he continues to pour drink down his throat. ...Mostly around his throat, actually, but some of it gets in.

For some reason, this one appears to have been playing fifty two pick up except he never bothered to pick them up.]

[action]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...

[Screw it, might as well approach.]

You're not looking so great, stranger.

[action ; tavern]

[theillchosen.livejournal.com]

[ Who is he to pass up booze he doesn't have to pay for? So that evening Zelos walks into the bar, orders a drinks for himself and all the ladies, and goes to chat up some women. ]

Here, hunny, this is for you. Don't worry, it's on a pal of mine. Cheers!

[action ; tavern]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...

[It's like looking in a bright pink mirror, isn't it Lancer?]