solas_ion: (turning seasons)
So no one knows what happened that weekend? Seriously? I had the strangest feeling that-... eh, never mind.

[Lancer waved a hand dismissively; his other arm seemed to be holding a familiar Cubone. He knew by now that if somebody's Pokemon was wandering around, that person probably left. Therefore, when Caliburn had basically attached itself to him last week, he knew Saber was more than likely gone. But he kept his mouth shut about it--the kid had already lost Kiritsugu, so this was probably just going to make things worse without the former Servant's lack of tact.]

Guess it doesn't matter. I've had hangovers ending in more than just a lost couple days--still, does that kind of thing happen often around here? Wouldn't put it past a place like this to screw with us like that just for the hell of it.

Either way, Connla and I are probably leaving Cherrygrove soon. Hell if I want to stick around when Gilgamesh is probably dying to put a knife in my back. Kid, where are you and Rin now?
solas_ion: (all evil of the world)
[In Cherrygrove and on the network today, there is something not quite normal.]

[Lancer in armor? Eh, not so weird. but Lancer in armor holding a spear rather than a fishing pole? That was unusual. And those of you in the area that are sensitive to magic and the like? All signs point to there being an individual very far above the level of humans standing where Lancer is right about now.

Yo.

[A smirk spread across his face, the kind worn by one with absolute confidence.]

So who wants to take me on and see if they can live through it? Come on, let's hear it--I've waited this long for a decent sparring match, don't keep me waiting longer!

[The smirk turned to a grin, excitement written all over his face.]

Who in Johto wants to fight Cu Chulainn at full strength?!

[As the humans of this era say: COME AT ME BRO.]
solas_ion: (into the sunlight)
[The first thing the video showed was a view of the ceiling of a room in Cherrygrove City. But that only lasted a moment or two, as the Pokegear's owner soon picked it up and focused it on himself. Lancer looked as if he'd just walked in from the rainstorm outside, having just changed to civilian clothes and with his considerably long cobalt hair hanging loosely over one shoulder.]

[There was a smile on his face for a change; not an arrogant smirk, not a playfully mocking grin, but a genuine and sincere smile. Which was in itself a particularly rare event. He wasn't entirely happy about how things had played out, but he wouldn't argue with the end result.]

And you all thought I'd have trouble with him. You must not know me very well.

[And for those that knew just what Lancer had set out to do when last he sent a message to the network, they might have be surprised--there was hardly a single scratch on him. As if Gilgamesh hadn't even laid a hand on the other Servant.]

But we should probably get the hell out of town soon as this rain lets up. He's probably going to be out for my blood at any given second as long as we're here. ...As soon as he can actually walk, that is.

[A pause.]

Oh, yeah. Kid, if you're hearing this, I might have something you'll want to see.

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