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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?

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{> Lancer not perving
> something's wrong}

Which one, then?

[Well, he's been a little off his game lately.]

Hey, I can't just tell you. She might be out for my blood if I did.

{Poor bastard.}

...why's that?

It's a respect thing, kid. I know her name and she knows mine, but anonymity is a big deal for some Servants. Not saying I give a damn, but she might. And I respect her enough to not go babbling her name to everyone that'll listen.

...no. I see your point.

And it's very honourable and respectful of you to do so.

I'm a knight, s'kinda my job.

This is true.

{She sighs.} And now I feel bad for pushing you.

Hey, you're smart. Course you're gonna ask questions. Don't worry about it.

Me and my big mouth. {She only sounds a little rueful, though, and she scritches between the Tauros's eyes gently.}

Can I buy you a drink? Considering you seem to have just arrived and all.

I make it a policy never to refuse a drink, especially from a cute girl.

W-well then, pull up a seat. {And ignoring the "cute girl" thing as much as possible, because this is Ireland's own honest-to-god Casanova she's sitting with.}

Waiter!

Awesome. This should be fun.

{And there's the waiter, standing nice and attentive as all good NPCs should.}

Order what you like - within reason, of course.

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