solas_ion: (all evil of the world)
You know what? I take back everything bad I ever said about this place.

[Lancer is in a very good mood today, Johto. Even if the smile on his face is less of joy and more of bloodlust. Bit creepy, really...but damn is he ever thrilled about something.]

Because I may have just gotten one of the best chances I'll ever get around here. And to all of you that know what I'm talking about; I'm leaving Violet. Neither of us have any weapons, and there's no one better than me in a hand-to-hand fight.

Basically? He's mine this time, and you all know he has it coming.

[As Lancer moved to shut off the Pokegear, he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk.]

Connla. We've got some traveling to do.

[ooc: replies may come from [ profile] riastrad_ridire because i seem to have come across a pile of icons :|b]
solas_ion: (clashing souls)
[If you asked Lancer how he thought this day would start, 'swarms of annoying bugs' would not be high on the list.]

Olldóiteán, Liath Macha--!

[The two Pokemon at Lancer's side shot flames in the direction of the gathering Paras and Spinarak; they were small, yes, but the sheer number of them and the way they were acting was concerning.]

[If 'concerning' meant 'why the hell are bugs attacking me'.]

[Lancer twirled the fishing pole in his hand like he would his favored weapon before swinging it out to the side and hitting an unfortunately placed Yanma square in the face. Another flew at him from the side, only to be met with a fist square in the face.]

[...Quite a few of the smaller ones backed off after that little display combined with the HOLY SHIT FIRE his Pokemon were producing. So he had a moment or two before they'd regroup, great. Just great.]

If I find whoever pissed these stupid things off, I'll snap their neck--!

[Someone was not a morning person.]
solas_ion: (lightning swordsman)
[Today's challenger to the Violet Gym seemed to be taking things a little too seriously--not many Trainers wore armor, presumably. But Lancer was of course not most trainers. He was a little less 'normal' than most even on a good day.]

a reminder of myself in those long forgotten days )

[The battle started in a burst of flame and a flurry of wings...but it didn't last long. Soon enough, the camera cut out and came back on some time later in the Pokemon Center--Lancer flashed the Zephyr Badge at the camera with an arrogant grin.]

Still up for that match, Kiritsugu?

[The Ponyta stuck her head into frame, seemingly wondering just what this shiny thing was.]

...oh, and Rider, did you lose this little horse? I found her wandering around this morning.
solas_ion: (this illusion)
[As it turns out, there is a bar in Violet City. Which, tonight, is inhabited by a famed heroic spirit of myth--]


[--who currently has his only son in a headlock.]

Something wrong, kid? C'mon, don't tell me you can't get out of this!

[The resulting scuffle seems to have knocked his Pokegear out of his bag--and as Lancer's E-rank luck dictates, of course it will turn on and record this to embarrass the hell out of him. Meanwhile, the rather hesitant NPC bartender carefully hinted that hey, maybe Lancer should ease up on the getting drunk. Judging by the mostly-empty bottle of alcohol nearby, he was probably right.]

[With his free hand--the one which lacked a flailing teenager--Lancer pointed at the poor bastard with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. Which probably made the situation seem even more ludicrous.]

Hey. HEY. Nobody tells the Hound of Ulster when he's drunk. Back home that'd have gotten you a lance to the chest. And you don't want a cursed lance to the chest.

[A pause--he immediately seemed to forget about the ~horrible offense~ the bartender had committed by suggesting Lancer was drunk.]

...Man, I miss that lance. [He addressed the still-flailing Connla, headlock more of an awkward one-armed hug now.] Your aunt Scathach is gonna kick my ass if she ever finds out I lost it.

[The video timed out shortly after, Lancer's miserable fortune seemingly in full swing even if nothing else was. Drop a few more hints about your identity, why don't you?]

[ooc: IC responses will be delayed by a few hours. Drunk Lancer is quite drunk.]
solas_ion: (this illusion)
[Lancer probably looked a little worse for wear today; he was more than a little bruised, with bandages covering the worst of countless scrapes and scratches as well as what looked like a splint on his right arm. Despite that, he seemed to be in pretty high spirits--that fight six days ago had been a rematch he'd wanted for a very long time.]

Heh--it's about time I had a good fight around here. [A Houndour walked onscreen and sat down next to him with a yawn, regarding her trainer with a 'what an idiot' sort of look.] Hope nobody in Violet minded that wake-up call a few days ago.

[This is not the face of someone that's going to make any apologies for his crazy offspring.]

Now that we've settled that for now, what else do you humans usually do for fun these days?
solas_ion: (Default)
[Three guesses as to who was out of money. Fortunately for Lancer, there was a convenient cafe in Violet City he could work at. Less fortunate was the troublemaking Venonat that enjoyed playing with his Pokegear. Congratulations, 'Kanra', even your eggs are trolls.]

[So today on the network, one could see a heroic spirit in a suit giving a bright smile to every passing cute girl. Same story, different era. The Venonat holding the camera hops around for a bit--possibly having gotten into some coffee--before the video cuts off.]

[A few hours later once his shift had ended, Lancer sent out a couple messages. Look at that, he managed to get the filters working.]

private to Kiritsugu )

private to Rin and Shirou )


solas_ion: (Default)
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