☘ 006; [video; backdated to 3/17]

[solas_ion]

[As it turns out, there is a bar in Violet City. Which, tonight, is inhabited by a famed heroic spirit of myth--]

Faither--!

[--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.]

Comments

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

[D'awww. Looks like someone can't hold their liquor~]

...Hm. I suppose you have a point.

[Plus it's not like he has anything to be ashamed of for being The Hound of Ulster.]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[Stupid human bodies and their miserable tolerance.]

Besides, as long as I'm with Connla it's not as if it takes a genius to guess who I am and where we're from anyway.

[Damn right he didn't.]

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

....

You must feel fortunate to have your son with you.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...I'm not fortunate often, Rider. Hell, I'd almost say I never am.

And while I don't claim to understand why this place summons the people it does, I got damn lucky to see him again.

[Pause.]

...And this time, I already know who the hell he is.

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

Then it is wise that you are spending time with him while you are able.

[Is she starting to think about her big sisters? Most definitely maybe. So her Pidgey attempts to comfort her by once again sitting on her head.]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[Lancer leaned his head on his hand, looking curious despite the earth-splitting headache.]

What about you? Got any family wherever it is you come from?

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

I had a family at one point, yes.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Probably a stupid question, really. I'd say even people like us had family at one point or another.

...Miss 'em at all?

[He wasn't fishing for an identity, which might have been strange. Some other Servants might have done just that in his position, but Lancer was both too exhausted to care and more curious than investigating anything.]

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

...At times, yes.

[She says this slowly, wondering why she's talking about this with Lancer of all people.]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[Lancer might have wondered why he was bringing this up, if he wasn't still a little drunk at the moment.]

[But the lack of complete sobriety was itself the cause, so there you have it.]

...that's the only thing I don't really like about being a heroic spirit. Get to exist just to fight heroes you never would have even crossed paths with otherwise, but you're centuries away from home.

I might almost be unhappy if the fights weren't worth the trouble.

[Scratch that. What sobriety?]

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

[Well, she'll just have to hope that he doesn't remember any of this when he completely sobers up. In fact, she'll probably deny that the conversation every occurred if he says anything about it later.]

And yet the alternative to fighting is remaining forever in the afterlife. Either way, returning home is no longer an option to us.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[Odds were daaaamn good he wouldn't clearly remember much.]

Heh. Yeah, even dealing with Kotomine beats the hell out of being dead. But looking back isn't gonna do a damn thing, is it? No real point in missing what we had then.

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

Hm. There is not.

[She reaches up and lifts the Pidgey off her head, setting him in her lap. The bird Pokemon gives an annoyed chirp, but still makes himself comfy there.]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

[Yawn.]

Can't keep it out of your hair, huh?

[used-harden.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, a change of subject! She's just gonna go along with it.]

He has been learning not to nest there, but he will still do it on occasion.