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[riastrad_ridire]

[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.]

Comments

I guess I'll take B

[gandere]

[ Wow rude, she's trying to brood here, and he just shows up all flashy and shit. ]

is that your final answer

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Yo, Rin.

[All smiling and that bullshit, what is that even.]

Something bothering you?

[gandere]

No.

[ Tsundere for "Yes." ]

What are you even doing here? I thought you didn't like to impose on the puppy.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

I'll risk it. I kind of need to talk to him anyway.

Hey, what can you tell me about this whole 'homecoming' thing or whatever?

C

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ Drinking battle between men who can't get drunk? Sounds like a plan ]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[Hell yeah.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

... So, how goes it then?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Well enough, I guess. What about you?

A

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Arcueid is just keeping pace next to the horse, keeping it between her and the man walking with it.]

Where'd you get a horse?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

He's mine--or he was, a long time ago. He got sent to me here somehow.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Ohh, the town gave him back.

He's a really nice horse. He kind of looks like he came from a home that gave him good care.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

He's one of the best companions I've ever had.

a

[partytoastess.livejournal.com]

[ following Lancer.

Following.

She's not even saying a word. She's just quite literally trailing Lancer like she's a second horse tail or something.

With this exact face. She be creepy. ]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[Well, that distinct chill at the back of his neck could only really mean one thing...]

...Nena?

[partytoastess.livejournal.com]

[ Instead Lancer, you are just responded with tiny, frustrated grunts and maybe a brief flash of bright red hair.

Nena wants to ride the horse so she's trying to hijack it.

But being 4'11", and relatively light compared to a multi-hundred pound animal that was made for speed and stock, makes her endeavor hilariously unsuccessful. As she tries to board the back leg, the horse just tosses her off back into the street. ]

Argh! Stupid horsey! I want to ride you!! [ Well, Lancer, your question was just answered a couple of minutes later than it should have been! ]

A

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[Animals are always relevant to her interest. Always.]

When did you get a horse?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Little while ago. Guess Mayfield decided 'hey, this guy doesn't have enough problems, let's ship him his own horse'.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Well, you'll need a place to put him, won't you...still, at least you can ride him!

A

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Well, she'll just react by staring and nodding in approval. ]

What breed is your horse, sir?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...

That...is an excellent question.

[He looked at Liath Macha in slight confusion. What breed was a divine creature like him supposed to be, anyway? The gray horse snorted almost derisively and twitched an ear in response.]no idea.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ She asks the best questions. Clearly. ]

... You don't know, then?

C...

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

[Greed wishes he could drink like that again. For now, he has to put up with limiting himself or deal with a hangover.]

You gonna be okay, man?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[IN MY COUNTRY THIS IS JUST SOME LIGHT DRINKING]

I'm fine. What're you talking about?

[all-ofthethings.livejournal.com]

Just that it wouldn't hit me back home, but here it does.

Maybe because I don't have my regenerative abilities yet.

And I figured I'd make sure everything's all right.

[A; late morning; around town] (Does this count as fashionably late?)

[dclassreyvateil.livejournal.com]

[There isn't much beyond the fact that Aurica had never seen a horse in real life, much less being rode upon, that stops her from walking just as casually down the street, though it takes until Lancer is right by her when the notion comes to her.

She'll stop in her tracks at that point, to turn her head and eventually her body as the steed walked by. If the blue-haired knight doesn't acknowledge her, she'll just watch them go by. I keep being surprised by what this town is capable of...]