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[solas_ion]

[To be a hero was to be a living ideal. A hero's thoughts could only be focused outwardly at all times. Others before himself. The right thing over the easy or even the desired thing. Heroes didn't often have friends, and if they did it certainly wasn't for long.]

[But that was alright. Setanta mac Sualtam had known when he left home at the age of seven that it wouldn't be simple. All he desired was as simple as eternal fame and the protection of his beloved country--everything else was ultimately incidental.]

[As he got older, the child from Muirthemne Plain ended up saying many farewells over his lifetime; and through it all he smiled the best that he could. Because even as a child he'd known knights didn't cry. Heroes were untouchable, undefeatable, unbreakable. Even if a hero should part from all those he was sworn to protect, that was fine as long as what he protected was left unharmed.]

[Even though that was fine with him...it was nevertheless a tremendous strain for any one human or demigod to put on their heart. For one so naturally amicable and charismatic to forever separate himself from those he cared for was painful no matter what the reason was.]

[And if one was to ask that knight what parting hurt the most, and if that knight were to answer honestly...it would be the loss of his only son that carved the most permanent of scars into his heart. Even though he dedicated his life to the protection of his country, the fact remained that the one selfish desire of Cu Chulainn was the wish for a family. The loss of his son by his own hand due to a misunderstanding had nearly broken him, and even now it remained one on a list of mistakes spanning a lifetime.]

[video]

[The hovering camera focused on the back of a figure in black, dark blue hair swaying faintly in the occasional breeze as he walked about five feet in front of the camera. He stood straight and proud as ever; his current emotions aside, he would never allow himself to appear any other way.]

[The concerned buzzing of a Venomoth and the beat of its wings the only indicator of who held the Pokegear, anyone fluent in its language might have been able to tell the insect was saying 'Something's wrong.']

[And of course something was wrong; Lancer seemingly refused to face the camera, assuming he knew it was on.]

Fragarach. Turn that off--knew I shouldn't have told you how to use it.

[And thirdly, there was no emotion in his voice. Bright, cheerful, charismatic Lancer spoke in a near-total deadpan tone. When the Venomoth buzzed in response, Lancer sighed. Hands in his pockets, he still refused to look back at Fragarach and the camera she held. But when he spoke again, it was a little louder--as if Lancer was adressing someone watching rather than his Venomoth.]

What did I tell you, kid? [Calm, dismissive. The flat tone had faded somewhat, the former Servant's voice steady as ever with an added note of 'I told you so'.]

[He stopped walking, standing tall on an empty road. Aside from the Venomoth holding the camera, Servant Lancer was completely alone on the route he currently walked. No Olldóiteán, no Liath Macha or Dub Sainglend...and no sign of Connla.]

[He had always expected this day to come. How many had Cu Chulainn lost? His brother Ferdiad, dead by Lancer's own hand. Scathach, the teacher that had been so dear to his heart, separated from the mortal world and doomed to a fate unknown to him. His dearest and only love Emer, dead for at least two milennia now.]

[And now his only son, lost to him once through a misunderstanding and Lancer's own blade...now surely lost forever through no more than the whim of an extradimensional reality.]

Good luck never lasts.

[Johto had been as good as paradise to him and better. So if he was to continue losing all that mattered...that was fine. Even though it ached more than his own lance had when it cut through his heart, it was alright. Servant Lancer would simply go back to doing what he always had, and be a guard against whoever or whatever would threaten this place that was to be his homeland. So that those who were happy in this place could stay that way.]

[The Hound of Ulster would remain a proud Knight of the Red Branch until such time when this place would send him to his third and final end.]

Comments

[video]

[wontdieifkilled.livejournal.com]

...What happened?

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

What's it look like?

[He laughed quietly, sounding faintly bitter about the whole thing.]

...It's Connla. He disappeared like Rider and who the hell ever else leaves this damn place.

[video]

[wontdieifkilled.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

I'm sorry.

{Video 1/idk}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Scrolling through the network OH HEY it's Cu Chulainn! What's he up to?}

{...Well. This is unusual. I wonder where Connla is, god knows that he wouldn't leave the kid alone-}

{Video 2/idk}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Wait-}

{Video 3/idk}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Where is Connla - don't tell me he's -}

{Video 4/5}

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{No, oh no, why did this have to happen to the poor man, this wasn't fair!}

{Video 5/5} DONE

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

{Those two words convey exactly just what she's figured out, and all that she knows of his legend, and just how bloody unfair it was for Connla to disappear and leave his father alone again.}

[video; bawww nanao ;u;]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...Sorry for what?

[She was clever, he already knew that much. But she was more clever than Lancer had expected, to work out so much in so short a time.]

Nothin' to be sorry for, kid. [He finally turned around, hands in his pockets and a cheerful although strained smile on his face.] It's fine.

[video]

[ex_cashcow493]

Lancer.

[ A tone that wasn't even questioning as she stares at the video in return, a Shinx curled up in her lap and a Minun struggling to keep itself on her shoulder. Bringing a hand up against it's bottom, she pushes her back up on her shoulder. ]

You are traveling alone? [ That doesn't add up to everything she's heard though. ]

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...Looks like it, yeah.

[He started walking again, Pokegear and the Venomoth holding it trailing behind.]

[video]

[ex_cashcow493]

Lancer, face me when I address you!

[video]

[tapestodiane]

Something wrong?

_{[Not that he can't guess, but.]}

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

What, with me? Nah, nothing. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.

[video]

[tapestodiane]

_{[Alright, a nod.]} Luck is rarely constant.

[Video]

[shiromadoushi]

Everything all right?

[Video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Fine, kid. Just ran into some bad luck, I guess.

[Video]

[ordalias.livejournal.com]

Lancer? [ Hrrrm, so sad now, compared to his usual, confident self. ]

[Video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...Yo, Xion. [He turned, a slightly forced smile on his face.]

Been a while, hasn't it? How've you been, kid?

[video]

[fathersbeloved]

Good luck? Why would you say that?

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh, nothing--just mentioning a conversation I had with someone a while ago.

[video]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... [ now, that's odd, and maybe Rise would have been able to pinpoint the source immediately, if she'd known him better. But she doesn't, and all she can do is look concerned. ]

Lancer-san, hey--

[video]

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Yo, Rise. [He looked over his shoulder with an awkward, half-forced smile.] How're you doing?

[video] I HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO LATE /)_(\

[swordofimpulse.livejournal.com]

[Yeah he knows those kinds of face.

And since nobody can die here, well that just means one more thing:]

...Someone went home?

[video] NEVERRRRR <333

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

...Looks that way, kid.