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[Daytime; action; everywhere]

[Today in various places around the world is a Lancer in armor and with a lance. Wherever you are, he'll be appearing out of thin air--yes, literally.]

[The question is, where exactly is he? Behind you at ground level? On top of a streetlight? Standing on the edge of the Goldenrod City Department Store's roof? Wherever he is, he'll have the same mischievous grin on his face. Man, it was good to be back to normal.]

[Evening; video; any given bar anywhere]

Hah--! Man, imagine running into someone like you. My luck must be changing. [Says the grinning idiot in blue that seems to be going through alcohol like it's water. Beside him is another knight in black and green armor, this one a little quieter than the loudmouth Hound of Ulster.]

I'm still really not sure how I arrived at all, prince of light-- [Never mind that he looks embarrassed just to be in the other Lancer's presence for some reason. Weird.]

You worry too much. You're here, so lighten up and have a little fun for once. And quit callin' me that.

[With a special appearance from Zero Lancer/

croibhristeoir~ One or both of them will answer responses to the latter, depending on situations.]

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It's a pleasure--my name is Diarmuid, to save us all confusion. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

...sorry, wait. Merlin? As in...Merlin. Arturia, Camelot, that Merlin?

[This Lancer is far too respectful to say what he's thinking. Which is 'I hadn't expected you to look so dorky'.]

[Paraphrased.]

Yeah, it's a title. This guy came before I did, apparently. It's kind of complicated and a pain in the ass to explain.

...Also I think Diarmuid here might have kind of a thing for Saber. You guys might have to fight over her or something.

Yeah...that Merlin. [Have a sheepish sort of shrug, Diarmuid.] It's sort of complicated, though.

[Now he's rolling his eyes at you, Lancer.] You've seen me fight. Do I look like I'd be much of a challenge?

You're Merlin. You probably have some kinda crazy magic you can pull out of nowhere and set thing on fire. I can set things on fire with magic, I'd be worried if you couldn't.

...I don't have a thing for Saber, thank you very much. Unless 'a thing' is some sort of code for 'healthy rivalry between knights'.

Okay, fine. I can set things on fire, but not while we're in Johto. There's always something interfering with everyone's powers.

Still...you can use magic and wield a sword properly. That's more than I can do. [Leaning forward, watching both Lancers curiously.] How do you two know each other, anyway? You both have the Lancer title, so one of you must have stepped down before the other, right?

That's the complicated part--we've never met before tonight.

[While murderhound is busy drinking, the notably calmer of the two will just infodump at you, Merlin.]

The Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail Wars were years apart--I am the Lancer of the Fourth and Ulster's hound was apparently the Fifth. It is mere coincidence that we are from the same country. I lived many years after he did, though I came first as a Servant.

In other words, kid, you aren't the only one with a complicated story here.

Seems like everything's complicated nowadays. [Looks between the two.] You just knew each other without having met before?

I lived a number of years after Cu Chulainn had already died. His exploits were so famed that they were already committed to legend by then, and I practically grew up hearing stories of Ulster's legendary hound.

[Meanwhile, our other Lancer will be over here looking faintly embarrassed and drinking heavily.]

[Suppressing a smile as he glances at Lancer.]

I reckon I've heard those stories about Ulster's hound, too. [If you know Merlin well enough, the Really Innocent look on his face should be a warning sign.] Oh, right. His legend begins in the twelfth century...

[Pause.] No, wait. That's Arturia's line, isn't it. Sorry, how did yours go again?

Hey, you and your giant ears can hear me, right?

So listen when I say quit mocking me.

[Oh hey, you got Diarmuid laughing over here. Isn't it sad, Lancer. Everyone mocks you.]

[Quirking his eyebrow.] Laughing at my ears again, Lancer? You should've learnt last time that it doesn't work.

[And now cheerfully turning his attention to Diarmuid.] The stories are really that well known in your time?

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