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lancer (diarmuid ua duibhne)

⚔ 002; [text/action]

[A; text; morning]

I hope everyone's doing well after all that's happened. Given the current situation, I'd like to offer combat training to those who need it. If there is anything I can do to help in that respect, let me know.

[B; action; late afternoon]

[Lancer had gotten himself a part-time job at a bookstore under the name 'Diarmuid Campbell' some time ago--aside from the obvious need for some source of money, there were things about this era the Grail hadn't seen fit to give him knowledge of. What better location than that to fill in the blanks and be a little less clueless about how to seem like a normal human.]

[Admittedly, the wire-framed glasses he was currently wearing may have been overdoing it. His eyesight was fine and the lenses did basically nothing. But Lancer had assumed two things: gold eyes weren't normal and so perhaps this would make the color a little less obvious. Secondly, someone in glasses might have seemed completely harmless. If there were people like the Master of that deplorable Servant Caster in the city, maybe being a little more subtle for now was the best plan.]

[He walked back in the direction of the hotel with a couple of books under one arm, in civilian clothes and trying to look as unnoticeable as possible. The former Servant felt defenseless without his Noble Phantasms or superhuman abilities, especially knowing someone like that was in the same city at that moment. Though he didn't much like the plan of hiding out until a better option presented itself, as a human in this situation there was little other option.]

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I can hardly blame you for that. Hopefully no one will mistake one of you for the other.

Most of the people here believe me to be a man. I intend to keep such an influence about me.

I had assumed as much when I heard someone refer to you as such. If that's what you're planning to do, I'll go along with it as well.

...Incidentally, Saber, there's something I'd like to ask of you.

I do not need a hero nor a guardian, but the moment someone believes me to be a girl.. [ Shirou.

She freezes in mid-sentence as she thinks of him, a downcast falling across her facial features. It had been a few days since she last thought of him and yet.

It is only once she clutches her chest does she realize her hand instinctively moved to hold itself over her heart. Brushing out her jacket to play it off, a struggling fight to rebuild her composure she gives a nod. ]

Knights do not listen to a woman. That is all there is to it. Now out with your question.

Don't worry. Why you're doing it is none of my concern--it's not my place to ruin your disguise, and I have no intention to.

[...Something was off about this Saber. She was still very much the knight he had known, of course, but something had changed. Lancer hadn't given much thought to how this place seemed to play so carelessly with time, but now he had to wonder. How far separate were they, and what had happened in between?]

More of a request, really. You and I both know things didn't end well between us. I understand that circumstances in this city being as they are, many things arguably take a more urgent priority right now.

But I wish only to finish what we could not in Fuyuki. I don't care for time or location; when circumstances find themselves less pressing on all of us, I want to face you in a fight once more. I want a resolution to our fight, whatever that ending may be.

I never thought you to be the type to do so. It would be dishonorable after all.

[ That's right. It had been ten years since that day, hadn't it? ]

Did you ever believe otherwise, Lancer? I have every intention of proving myself victorious and will do so the moment you issue the challenge.

I had hoped you would say that. I merely thought I'd confirm it for myself. Until that happens, I'll simply consider it an honor to fight with you against whatever these creatures we're facing are.

A honor? [ He is right though. It is a honor to fight together. ] I did not think you the kind of person to give compliments freely.

What you call a compliment, I call a simple fact.

Edited 2011-07-26 03:23 (UTC)

[ Quit hitting on her, Derpmuid. She might start to develop that thing called emotions. ]

Simple fact? Explain then.

[ Because he certainly couldn't mean anything with that. If it were not a compliment, then what was it? ]

Isn't it obvious? You are easily among the best I've ever met with a sword, and fighting alongside or against you would be an honor for any knight.

Edited 2011-08-01 23:39 (UTC)

[ Oh. That's enough to make her blush. Accepting compliments like that was different entirely thanks to Shirou. ]

T-thank you. [ Did the King of Knights just stammer on her words? Yes, yes she did. ]

[...whut the hell]

Saber...you'll have to forgive me if this is strange, but have I missed something? You seem a bit different than when I last saw you.

[ She's not the one using cute chibi-like icons, okay. ]

... I am different I believe. [ Lowering her gaze, almost as if she was ashamed to admit it. Shirou... he made her believe everything she had done was alright, that she could accept who she was and the decisions she had made. ]

I fought in another Holy Grail War, Lancer. The Fifth.

[look i'm kind of working with limited options here >:C]

I...what? How is that even-- [The concept of Saber fighting in another war was not an impossible one at all. But if that was in fact the case, how on earth had she kept her memories of the Fourth?]

...how long has it been since you last saw me, Saber?

[ I'm Just Saiyan. ]

How is it possible? [ A tiny frown. ] My circumstances are an unique one. Archer was also present, although he was not summoned by any magus during that war.

[ For her? Just a couple of weeks. In actuality? ]

Ten years.

[Lancer didn't reply at first, silent as the implications sunk in. He had until this moment assumed that he and Saber had arrived in Prospero from roughly the same point in time. However, understanding how time seemed to work for the people that came to this city, he should have expected this much.]

...How did it end?

[One thing at a time. If both she and Archer had such unusual circumstances in the fifth war, then maybe the end of the fourth would have the answers as to why.]

With my failure.

[ Even if it wasn't the truth, it was how she felt. The outcome of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the events of the Fifth, they were all her doing. ]

I was hoping for a little more detail than that.

[He seriously doubted that was the case--Saber, of all people, fail? Impossible.]

My Master gave me commands I could not refuse.

Saber...

[Okay, now he's thinking that you had to shank yourself too. YOU SEE THIS FACE? THIS IS A WORRIED FACE.]

[ Quietly spoken. ]

I was forced to destroy the Holy Grail with my own blade.

What-?!

[That had definitely not been on the short list of things he'd expected to hear.]

I don't-...why? What could possibly have possessed any sane Master to give an order like that?

[~~jesus kiri do you enjoy screwing people over~~]

In doing so, it caused a great deal of problems. There was this ... [ How could she even describe it?

Mud? It seems so weird to give it such a simple name. Something as overwhelmingly horrid as that couldn't be associated with simplicity. ]

Mud.

I'm not sure I'm following. Are you...implying something went wrong with the Grail itself?

[No, that wasn't possible. What could cause any harm to something like the Holy Grail?]

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