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[croibhristeoir]

[So she was gone. Or at least, Diarmuid couldn't find her. If she was dead...shouldn't she have come back by now? How long had it been? He honestly didn't know, but he knew it hurt terribly.]

[He was lonely. No, maybe he'd always been lonely to some extent, since his summoning or even well before that. And the only one who could ever relieve that pain was one who understood him, one who believed in the same ideals he did and fought with him as though they were but one individual. Though he had put aside his emotional attachment to Arturia, 'Lancer' could not deny his connection with 'Saber' and would never try. Without her now...there was a distinct empty sensation within him now, like his heart had suddenly disappeared from his chest.]

[Diarmuid could be found lingering around various places in Prospero that day--the bookstore, the park, the hotel and everywhere in between--and though he did his best to conceal it the lingering sense of unhappiness was clear in every inch of his demeanor.]

Comments

[unknownrival]

...Niisan. Nice to see you.

[Issei looked fairly glum himself when he found him at the bookstore.]

[croibhristeoir]

Hm? Oh, hello, Issei. You don't look well.

[unknownrival]

Vriska went home.

[action]

[emptysword]

[He was just standing around at the park, looking at the children playing with each other, smiles on their little faces.

Ever since she left, he'd been trying to get himself together, as well as trying to piece together on what really happened to her.

So far, the only thing he and Lancer came up with were only:
-She's either kidnapped, or
-She's dead.

The only problem would be to find the motif, as well as the person who has said motif.

He was about to head back to their apartment when he spotted a certain someone.]

...Yo.

[action]

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid would have been lying if he said he didn't suspect Kiritsugu, and of course he never lied. It wasn't likely, no, but who else was there? Who else did she disagree with so strongly that such a thing could be the conclusion? Sola would not have dared to lay a hand on her again, and Kayneth wouldn't have gotten his hands dirty if he even had a reason to.]

[None of it made sense.]

...Good afternoon.

[action]

[emptysword]

You doing alright?

[It was a rhetorical question. Of course both of them aren't, he's just stating it because its polite and what he usually says to people he meets.

Diarmuid notwithstanding, of course.]

[range]

[It's at the bookstore where he finds Diarmuid. See, he's just trying to find some good books about the guns of these days, when he gets a feeling that there is someone who is really unhappy here.

So, he pulls himself away from the large bookshelf he's in front of, and moves over to the guy who seems down on his E rank luck.]

Hey. Everythin' okay over here?

[croibhristeoir]

What? Oh...yes, I'm alright. Is there something I can help you find?

[range]

Hm, 'lright. [Doesn't really believe him because he's just that good but they'll get into that later.]

...Yeah, you work here?

[doudemoe]

[Somewhere in the school's outdoors area, Minato has set up a training dummy. It looks Shadow-shaped, rather than human-shaped, and he's swinging a bokken at it.

To someone with a keen eye, his swings and thrusts are simple but beautiful. Though lacking in the true finesse of the art, there can be no mistake of who his teacher could be.]

[croibhristeoir]

...

[Having been passing by, Diarmuid really couldn't do much but stare. It must have made him seem strange, but oh well.]

[doudemoe]

[No homo bro Sometime, Minato stops for a break, brushing his hair back. (He really should get his bangs trimmed, but this fact never does occur to him.) Oh, someone was watching him...Diarmuid, right? One of Sensei's friends. He waves.]

Good evening.

[emaiya]

[ Hey Lancer, here's one woman who's not really paying attention to anything but her phone as she's walking. Don't mind her crashing into you, alright? ]

[croibhristeoir]

[That's okay, he wasn't really paying attention either.]

[WHUMP.]

O-oh, I'm so sorry--are you alright? I should have been watching where I was going.

[emaiya]

[ There's a hint of surprise in her features as she stares over the man she just bumped into. Of all the people in Prospero to run into like this, it had to be a heroic spirit. Although if Kiritsusu's words were true (which they almost always were), it'd be harder to not run into one of them here. ]

Yes. [ Her expression mellows back out into a stoic gaze as she looks him over. ] Have we met before?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth is walking Pess around the block containing the hotel when he spies the melancholy-looking Diarmuid across the street from him. Responding to the way this sight tugs at him, he urges Pess towards a crosswalk and does his best to catch up with the knight. Being dressed in his usual burgundy suit, he shouldn't be hard for the Lancer to notice before the prosecutor actually finishes closing the distance.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Distracted as he was, his senses worked just fine. And he knew when someone was following him, but considering who it was Diarmuid was hardly concerned. He simply stopped, hands in his pockets, and waited for Edgeworth to catch up.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Upon arrival, Edgeworth pauses for a second to remember just what one says in a situation like this. Pess sniffs Diarmuid's legs before looking up and whimpering, for her own part.]

Are... you well, Diarmuid?

[merciful_my_ass]

[Yeah, she.... is just going to sit down next to him.

And hold out a bottle of wine she'd gotten her hands on.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[croibhristeoir]

Wh-...er, thank you. It's nothing, I am merely concerned for a friend.

[technologic]

[Even though April sucked at being empathetic, she could still Diarmuid is unhappy. And just because she didn't know him that well didn't mean she wasn't going to be concerned.

So sup, Diarmuid, hope you don't mind the red head blinking down at you while you sit on a park bench.]

You all right?

[croibhristeoir]

April?

[Hey, sudden redhead.]

I'm not injured. I will be fine.

[enjoymyatelier]

[WELL DAMN GUESS WHO JUST SMACKED INTO DIARMUID AS HE WAS WALKING OUT OF THE HOTEL]

-Would you watch where you're-

[oh.

oh dear god this will end poorly]

[croibhristeoir]

O-oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying atten-...tion...

[AW SHIT.]

[jitensha]

[ Makoto doesn't do so well with leaving people in distress alone, so it's in the middle of flipping through a shoujo manga that she catches sight of the guy lingering in gloom-- and decides to approach him. ]

Are you okay?