☘ 018; [action/video; fourth wall]

[solas_ion]

[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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[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[This was confusing, to say the least. Getting his powers back? Fine. More than fine, really. Realizing it came with someone else's memories obviously going haywire? That was a little less than fine.]

Some crazy alternate reality that would probably take me hours to explain even if I understood how the hell it worked. [His Noble Phantasm dematerialized, Lancer crossing his arms with a sigh.] Short version: We wind up here, train a bunch of weird as hell creatures that shoot fire or electricity or whatever, and fight with them.

Kind of like the Holy Grail War, except without the contracts and if the Servants were dragons and hellhounds and oversized moths.

.... can't believe I said 'bold' instead of 'bolg' last two tags. ffff

[tracemagus.livejournal.com]

[and with Gae Bolg dematerializing as it did, Shirou's caution slipped away. he felt no killing intent whatsoever, further cementing the idea that this guy really wasn't that bad after all. funny how that worked, the same guy who tried killing him twice over was becoming a worthwhile ally. too soon to say 'friend' just yet, but--]

So...we're monster trainers or something? What for?

...probably says more that I missed it, oops. 8|a

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know.

[He looked over his shoulder, giving a light whistle to the shadows cast by the nearest building. A black creature (http://i2.listal.com/image/2610989/500full.jpg) slipped out from where she'd been lurking unseen, sitting down beside Lancer with a yawn.]

This is Olldóiteán. She was the first I got--seems everybody starts out with one and catches the rest themselves.

[tracemagus.livejournal.com]

[though he didn't visibly show it, his mind told him to be prepared, just in case whatever came out from the shadows wasn't friendly. though it didn't take long for him to settle down again as he tried to get a grasp of the situation at hand. he didn't try reaching out for the Houndoom in question though, despite his curiosity]

I see... So you train her to fight? What can she do? [not gonna lie? his Pokémon looks...really cool]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

She's a Fire-type. Which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like--'Olldóiteán' translates to 'inferno'.

[The Houndoom at his side wagged her tail, yawning and sighing what distinctly looked like a few flames.]

[tracemagus.livejournal.com]

Whoa... [yeah, he's kind of surprised by this. which is strange...given EVERYTHING HE'S FREAKING BEEN THROUGH. if the Holy Grail War didn't prepare him for seeing things like a Houndoom, nothing ever would. then again, being in a totally different world was strange in the first place]

Wait, Lancer. Everybody who came here was supposed to get one? What about me? [if he does, he hasn't noticed yet. or perhaps he was a special case. ...who would hafta get one of his own]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

No idea, kid. [Lancer produced the Houndoom's empty Pokeball, smirking as he balanced it on one finger almost easily.]

They're kept in here somehow--you got one on you somewhere?

[tracemagus.livejournal.com]

[why so cool]

Eh? Uh...let's see...

[looking down at his person, he pats himself down, checking his pockets... nope. for the most part, empty. he's not disappointed at that fact, just...curious. so was it random? was he not meant to be a trainer at all? he may not have been a Master anymore after losing Saber, but--]

Guess not. Oh well, guess it can't be helped.