solas_ion: (wandering shadow)
[Daytime; action; everywhere]

[Today in various places around the world is a Lancer in armor and with a lance. Wherever you are, he'll be appearing out of thin air--yes, literally.]

[The question is, where exactly is he? Behind you at ground level? On top of a streetlight? Standing on the edge of the Goldenrod City Department Store's roof? Wherever he is, he'll have the same mischievous grin on his face. Man, it was good to be back to normal.]

[Evening; video; any given bar anywhere]

Hah--! Man, imagine running into someone like you. My luck must be changing. [Says the grinning idiot in blue that seems to be going through alcohol like it's water. Beside him is another knight in black and green armor, this one a little quieter than the loudmouth Hound of Ulster.]

I'm still really not sure how I arrived at all, prince of light-- [Never mind that he looks embarrassed just to be in the other Lancer's presence for some reason. Weird.]

You worry too much. You're here, so lighten up and have a little fun for once. And quit callin' me that.

[With a special appearance from Zero Lancer/[ profile] croibhristeoir~ One or both of them will answer responses to the latter, depending on situations.]
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.


[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: (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.]


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