solas_ion: (for little there is of my life remaining)
[Somewhere between Cherrygrove and Violet, there is a tree.]

[In this tree is a flock of Murkrow--which the Venomoth holding the Pokegear seems to be focusing on before moving back to her trainer. And standing nearby? Lancer, with an unusually serious expression on his face as he stared at the birds in silence.]

['I guard your death.' That was what she had said to him. And it had been true, of course--the Morrígan was more often than not a herald of the end for many warriors of Ireland. Even the greatest one of his era had been no exception.]

[And now, staring at this flock of what must have passed for crows--messengers of the goddess herself--Ulster's hound felt strangely uneasy. When he finally did speak, it was in a serious tone. His words may have sounded like mere superstition, but there was a strange weight to them that made it sound like something much more than that.]


...I've always known ravens as an ill omen. I wonder if the same holds true in Johto.

[Lancer couldn't quite help but wonder: was this a warning that he going to die again? Not that he feared the idea, but he had more important things to do than add a third death to his list.]
solas_ion: (wandering shadow)
[This morning the video shows Route 30 from ground level; judging by the sounds, a Venonat is the one messing with the 'Gear today. Her trainer sitting on the ground nearby hadn't seemed to notice it was on just yet. Lancer's hair wasn't even tied back, and it looked like he'd been asleep until not too long ago.]

Some holiday. Leave it to humans to come up with something this ridiculous. [The former Servant spoke mostly to himself, running a hand through his dark and disheveled hair.] But knowing you, you probably would have done something for it.

[Rummaging through his backpack, Lancer kept talking to himself.] If I was even with you for this long, I imagine you'd have made some kind of excuse or just told me to shut up and take whatever you gave me. But you seemed to be kind of a pain like that.

[Smirking, he took out a small object and set it on the ground. Beside it, he stuck half of a broken fishing rod into the ground as a marker of some sort--it wasn't a lance, but it would serve its purpose.]

Just my kind of woman. [A sigh.] I know it's not going to get to you, but this is the best I could manage. I don't expect we'll meet again even in this place, so...farewell, my friend.

[His back to the camera, Lancer stood up and ran a hand through his hair again before finally tying it back. The Servant looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his face.]

It's about time for us to get going. We should find that Cecil kid if we want to get to Violet soon.

Let's go...Fragarach.

[The Venonat gave a happy sound in response, knocking over the Pokegear and turning off the video in her rush to hop over to her Trainer.]

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