solas_ion | ☘ 014; [video]

[For those that knew him both in Johto and in Fuyuki, it was likely obvious that Lancer was not the type to get genuinely angry. And for good reason. With his summoning as Lancer he lost the ability to snap into a warp spasm that would kill hundreds, but the former Servant still made sure to keep his anger in check at all times. He would get annoyed or irritated, but in or out of combat he was a laid-back individual who was nearly impossible to push far enough to send over the edge.]

Who the hell is responsible for this?!

[So when the video broadcast showed the calm and amiable Hound of Ulster snarling like he was ready to kill the next person he saw, it should have been painfully obvious that something was fundamentally wrong. Lancer never snapped that badly, because he knew damn well what kind of stupid things he could do when angry with or without a ríastrad.]

[At this point, however? Controlling his emotions was a distant thought so far in the back of Lancer's mind he'd need a map and binoculars to find it. His expression was the enraged look of a literal one-man army, crimson eyes burning and sharply focused.]

I want answers. Now. [And as he continued in a tone that suggested any answer he heard had damn well better be the right one, the reason for his uncharacteristic anger was made clear:]

What happened to Connla and who do I have to kill to fix it?!

[Gods help anyone that crosses him, because papa wolfhound is pissed.]

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Intimidate, but not enough for someone as me.

Heh, just enjoy your freedom while it last. Because our next fiasco will end up in the way that you won't like. [A pause.] And what makes you bark louder than usual today? Lack of food?

None of your damn business. And if you cause enough trouble that I have to fight you again, you won't be walking away from it.

Hah, your reasoning is too good. Someone that you know got cursed horribly, I assume?

...Gilgamesh.

Last chance.

Shut up.

[Someone is cruising for an asskicking when Lancer gets to Goldenrod.]

Why would I? I am asking this nicely. [/smug.] You're the one that let your emotions got the best of you, dog of war. It's unbecoming of a Servant.

[Yep, and while you're there, he's probably not there. And already goes by to train his mongrels.]

You son of a--

[Pause. No, you know what? Gilgamesh was right.]

[And that smile was probably never as unnerving as it was at that moment.]

...I'm impressed, Gilgamesh. Just when I think you're finished digging your own grave, you pull out another shovel.

[HE WILL ~FIND YOU~, BRO]

I've no need for your compliments. All I need is an answer. [Well, because he needs more information to survive the mess himself lol.]

[God what is he seeing here? Lancer with that kind of-- FFFFF.]

[What you are seeing, Gil, is someone so very angry that he's defaulted to trolling you rather than walk to Goldenrod and snap your neck.]

Why should I answer any question of yours?

[...That sounds better than the latter, so he'll stick with it.]

Put it as your gratitude.

Maybe I'd prefer to see you run around clueless.

If you think I'll do that, then surely you didn't know me better.

It's my turn to put this terms into use; Tell me.

And let me respond as simply as I can: Get lost.

I have more important things to worry about than you.

Heh, very well if you choose so. Good luck on doing whatever you had in your mind.

[/FEEDS OFF.]