⚓ 003; [video]

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[It's the Dark Hour. Do you know where your Rider is?]

[Because as it happens, she is out and about fighting Shadows with no more than a pair of flintlock pistols. Which happen to be a pain to reload when your ammunition isn't magical in nature, so she might be in a little trouble. Not that she seems to mind, based on the huge grin on her face and all that laughing she's doing. Amidst the chaos of cackling and one last Visceral Maya that just won't go down, an ethereal figure about six feet tall appeared in front of Rider. With it came a sudden rush of water, dissolving the last Shadow and clearing the street.]

I̹̟̹̟ͮ ̺̤̻̜̞̼͖ͣͮͩá̤̥̣̻̓̏̿m͔̹̟̥͍͎̟̓͂ͫ ̭͎ͥ͛̒̚tͫḫ͈̫̳̗o̼̻̭̞u̺̳̬̝̺͇̜̎͌ ̠̣̯͚ͩ͋ͯ͌ā̹̟̭̙͆̉ͯ̔̚n͓͍̗̭͔̣ͭ̽ͨd̹̦̹̦ͤ͒̄̐ ͕̪̳̹̘̝̔̾̈́͑ͧ̅̓ͅt̖̮̗̟̺h͎͖͑́ͮ̓ó͎̯͕̝̹͇́ͬͪ̄̇̚ȕ̜̩͈͙̹ͤ ̼͋̅̎̀́a̟̹͕̗ͥ̍̈́r̮͂ͯͩ̆ͪ͂t̺̝͕̱̫ͅ ̫̤͉̪̤͖͍͑̆͋I͇̞̺̭͕͈͗̿ͣ̇͋̽.̓̆ͦ̌.̜̠̺̩̃ͥ͊.̼̪͎̦̍
̠̟̪̙̤̣ͅT͆̋͆̒ͥ̏h̻̞̗̑̓̇̌ͭ̓̚a͔̗̥ͮͅt̹͉͚̠̰ ͙͔̳ͣͅͅi̯̲̔ͅs͙̬͕͋ͫ̉ͮ̄ ̜̦̟̘̼̱̟̏̃́ͮn͉̞̦͈͚͌ͨŏ̼̥̙̥̟͇͒̅ͩ̔͑̍t̠ ̜̦̾͗ͭ̄d͙͇͌̂ͩ̓̒͑͊ẻ̚a̯̦͙̼̣͔̒̄̈́d̤̣̟̙̥̦ ̙̪̪̂̈̉ͩ̑ͭ̓w̰͎͙̲̤̦h̰̠̦ͮ͒̂̈́̌͊ͬi̘̇̈c̖̤̦̣̒ͪͅh̘̳ͩ̏̇͋ͭͦ ͇͎̉͐͑c͔̣̣̯̖͔͐ͤ͊ͅā̳ͫ̌ͯͩͫn͕ ̦̟̱̯͚̭̌̂ͅẽ͎̯̺̃ͤ̾̚t̜̆̏͋̉̇̍͌e̤̲͇̅̉́ͨr̺͕ͬ͊̀n͖̤͖̻͕̓̅ͩͅă̊ͮl̼̜̯ ̳̞̤̟̠̳̒͂̾ͥͅl͉͇̞͉̺͍̗͑i͆ë͇̻̹̰͖̗̒ͪ̓̄ͦͩͅ,̥̩̹ͬ͛͂͗ͧ
̖̇̉ͅẠ̫̝͒n̙͖̤͙̟̮͂̋́̽̆ͩd̥̹̯̳͎̆̽͋ͩ̈́̾̚ ͖̪̼̦ͮͪw͓̜̙̤̗̹̐ͥͪͤḯ̼̎t̻̪̬̘̯h̬̩̠͍̰́̂̌̏́̈́ ͔̳͑ͨͮͭs͚̬͚̿̊͆ͫ̈́ͬ͐t͇r̹̦̬̺̳ͩă̞̆͛n̮̤ͩ̋ͫͬg͖͉͙̃̂̎ê̑ ̹̩̫̞ͪͦ̐̎͒̒ͫa̮̻̳e̹͈̙̻̲͋̾́ͧ̊ͅo̟ͭͮͬ̚n̜̮s̭̲͋̊ͦ͌̓ ̹̳̥̘̌̊e̥̬̒̆ͨ̃͗̄̍v̪̥̫̥̥̈͂ͭ̔̏ͤͪe͎̞̓n ̘̭͈͍̋ͨͤ̍̉d̯̘͈̞̝ͦ̓͋̎ͬͮͤe̥͈ͮ̿ạ̾̍̐ͦ͊͊̆t̓ͯh̟̰̮̺͙̓ͮ̊́ ̘͍̘̱̲̺m̳͙̗̤̪̈́̃a͂̏ͦͯy̩͇͔̜̩̪͒ͨ̉͆̉̚ ͔͚̝̟͈̟̩ͦ̄ͤ͒͂̒̚d̲̜̉̋ͯ̓̐i̻̖̫̤̭ͫ̃̋̂ͭͬ̂e̝̦̮͖̼̽ͭ͛̍̈́ͫͫ.̻͇̹͎̓ͨ̂̋̆̽̃

...You want to run that by me again? [With that, the figure vanishes and the video cuts out.]

[...And turns on just after the Dark Hour ends, voluntarily this time. Rider seems to have taken over a couch in a house someone will find familiar (hi Waver~). She's got a cigar in her mouth and is smoking like a goddamn chimney.]

That was pretty different. Never had an octopus help me in a fight before.

Comments

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

I circumnavigated the world, one city isn't any trouble. You were easy to find.

[don't you mean GDIT RIDER]

Hey--! The hell, I figured it out well enough!

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

[GDIT RIDER, too.]

First of all, you didn't cut it straight across, so now it's burning unevenly. If you're going to cut a cigar, at least bloody well use a sharp knife or the proper utensil so that it isn't a mess.

[Now he has to stub it out and re-cut it for you, neatly this time.]

Secondly, I have cedar matches for lighting cigars. If you use a wax match or, God forbid, a petrol lighter, the cigar will absorb the odors from it and ruin the taste.

[So now he's re-lighting it with one of the cedar matches he keeps in a drawer.]

Thirdly, you've been tapping the ashes off, all over my bloody floor I might add, which only an idiot or someone who knows nothing of cigars does. It's not a cigarette, let the ash fall off on its own. And use a damn ashtray.

[Not that he's letting you have any of these cigars back, dammit.]

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Ooh, aren't we a smartass. Don't need to flip out over it, Lord Melonhead.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

I'm not 'flipping out', I'm correcting your horrible smoking technique, as you're clearly ignorant on the subject.

[He slowly exhaled a long, lazy stream of smoke.]

Now get the hell out of my house.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

You'd throw a woman out on the streets this late at night?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Tough shit, not going.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

You will leave, one way or another. It's in your best interest to make it as easy as possible on yourself.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Cute, kid. [She crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back on the couch with a grin on her face.] I'd like to see you try.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Very well, then.

Here.

[There you go, have the cigar for a moment.]

[He went back into his room.]

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Oh good, you're finally starting to see things my way.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

[He walked back out.]

[Rider, there is now a tranquilizer dart in your shoulder.]

I apologize for the use of force, but I do not appreciate your insistent invasion of my privacy.

[He's going to have to thank Kiritsugu for giving him this tranq gun.]

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[FUCK YOU DUDE]

[brb power nap]

[THIS

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