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[Lancer seemed to be in an infinitely better mood than when he last broadcast from his own Pokegear; being in the company of someone like Saber that actually put up with him was a wonderful remedy for loneliness.]
[Not that he was lonely. Lancer would have sworn otherwise to his dying breath. One hand idly petting the Tauros walking at his side, he spoke with a casual grin on his face.]
Yo. I got a question for you guys--see, my fight at the Azalea gym got a little out of hand.
[It would forever be known as The Incident, of which there was no record past Lancer's second badge. But this was the guy that called a berserk rage that wiped out half an army 'a rough day', so 'out of hand' was clearly A Big Deal. He was still replacing the parts of his inventory that had gotten incinerated.]
So I figured I might as well know what I was getting into for once--what can you guys tell me about the leader here in Goldenrod?
[You know what they say about 'speak of the devil', Lancer? Did they have that in ancient Ireland?]
Ohmigawd! [As Lancer and his Tauros pass by the aforementioned Goldenrod City Gym, a girl practically leaps out of nowhere--her eyes may or may not have been replaced with comically oversized pink hearts.]
Uh...yeah?
Ohmigawd I never get to see a guy as good looking as you around here! [Or she's just conveniently forgotten the hundreds of fangirl bait challengers that have gone through her gym in the past. Before our grinning idiot's ego could inflate any further, he's interrupted by the girl being distracted by OOH SHINY.] You have to tell me how you get your hair that nice!
Well, I- [You know that ponytail of yours, Lancer? This mysteriously unbalanced girl is now taking hold of it and dragging you offscreen.] Ow--ow! Hey, what the hell do you--ow, knock it off!
[Left onscreen is a mildly confused Tauros just watching this in silence. Whitney's squealing and Lancer's cursing in what sounds like a foreign language can be heard offscreen until the Pokegear shuts off.]
[Good luck getting responses. He's kind of busy.]
[Video; roughly half an hour later:]
...Y'know, there's a story in my country now about a knight that literally couldn't keep women off of him. Some kinda curse or something.
But somehow I doubt one ever pounced on him, dragged him off, and refused to let go of him until she'd brushed and braided his hair.
Who the hell was that girl and what just happened?
[Not that he was lonely. Lancer would have sworn otherwise to his dying breath. One hand idly petting the Tauros walking at his side, he spoke with a casual grin on his face.]
Yo. I got a question for you guys--see, my fight at the Azalea gym got a little out of hand.
[It would forever be known as The Incident, of which there was no record past Lancer's second badge. But this was the guy that called a berserk rage that wiped out half an army 'a rough day', so 'out of hand' was clearly A Big Deal. He was still replacing the parts of his inventory that had gotten incinerated.]
So I figured I might as well know what I was getting into for once--what can you guys tell me about the leader here in Goldenrod?
[You know what they say about 'speak of the devil', Lancer? Did they have that in ancient Ireland?]
Ohmigawd! [As Lancer and his Tauros pass by the aforementioned Goldenrod City Gym, a girl practically leaps out of nowhere--her eyes may or may not have been replaced with comically oversized pink hearts.]
Uh...yeah?
Ohmigawd I never get to see a guy as good looking as you around here! [Or she's just conveniently forgotten the hundreds of fangirl bait challengers that have gone through her gym in the past. Before our grinning idiot's ego could inflate any further, he's interrupted by the girl being distracted by OOH SHINY.] You have to tell me how you get your hair that nice!
Well, I- [You know that ponytail of yours, Lancer? This mysteriously unbalanced girl is now taking hold of it and dragging you offscreen.] Ow--ow! Hey, what the hell do you--ow, knock it off!
[Left onscreen is a mildly confused Tauros just watching this in silence. Whitney's squealing and Lancer's cursing in what sounds like a foreign language can be heard offscreen until the Pokegear shuts off.]
[Good luck getting responses. He's kind of busy.]
[Video; roughly half an hour later:]
...Y'know, there's a story in my country now about a knight that literally couldn't keep women off of him. Some kinda curse or something.
But somehow I doubt one ever pounced on him, dragged him off, and refused to let go of him until she'd brushed and braided his hair.
Who the hell was that girl and what just happened?
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[ Seems logical. ]
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I can't. I mean sure, I could, but I didn't do it for years even before I died.
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[He untied whatever Whitney had put to hold it in place, unbraiding it as he spoke.]
I fought someone once that I realized later I shouldn't have. He cut most of it off with his sword at some point during the fight, and I guess...I just couldn't bring myself to cut it after that. Otherwise I thought I might end up forgetting about him.
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[ Oh right, his story. ]
Honorable. To remember a foe such as that.
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...yeah. He was really important. [He smiled faintly, though it looked a little forced.] So I don't want to forget him.
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[ An understanding nod. ]
Forgive my insolence in suggesting something like that.
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Heh, don't worry. It was just a suggestion.
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[ Flipping the Gear around to show the young Minun frolicking around in the grass. ]
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Give me a few minutes, I'll be there.
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Right. We shall wait for you.
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Yo, Saber.
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Lancer. [ Looking up towards him with a solemn gaze, not the kind of person to smile easily. Even with Merlin near her, she's still this way. Gaenor moves to frolick around Lancer's feet, prancing happily. ]
Your hair is messy. Come here.
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[ Reaching over to pat the grass in front of her, the
shortgirl sitting cross-legged in her battle gown. ]I will fix it.
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I have never asked such a thing of another and I will never ask it of another again. [ Clearing her throat. ] Will you please.. humor me?
[ Saber's surrounded by a ton of girls now, Lancer. A bunch of girls that are prettier and on top of things with hair, make-up, clothing, the works. She might be feeling a bit of pressure now. ]
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I would not allow harm to come to anything within my care. [ Leaning in closer since she's so tiny and all. ] Especially after you told me your tale behind it.
[ Tale, tail, GET IT? No that's awful.. ]
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Yeah, fine. Whatever reason you're doing this for, I guess I'll trust you.
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If I told you the reason, will it make it better?
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I have spent so many of my years alive acting as a boy. I would.. [ Exhaling deeply against his back. ] I would very much like to know how to do certain things to improve how I present myself.
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...I don't get it. What's wrong with acting however the hell you want? I mean, are there set rules now for what's right or wrong, because I definitely missed the announcement for that one.
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