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.
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 [livejournal.com profile] riastrad_ridire because i seem to have come across a pile of icons :|b]
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?

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