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[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

[At least this person seems to know what he's doing: he doesn't look at all surprised when the device clicks on and starts recording, merely annoyed and more than a bit worried.]

This is a ridiculous situation. It isn't possible for someone to wake up on another continent for no reason. For one thing, who would bother to kidnap a monk? Not even a monk, but a monk in training?

On the chance that this isn't an extraordinarily vivid dream, I'd like to ask for some explanation of what on earth is going on here. I would appreciate it. The only other apparent option would be to beat my head against the wall until the concussion knocks me out and I wake up at home again, but that doesn't appeal as much.

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[croibhristeoir]

Very well, if you're certain.

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[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

[So he said, but after their conversation ended and the Dark Hour fell upon them, the twisted light, the coffins, the creeping Shadows- Issei couldn't help but immediately cling to Lancer's arm.]

N-now I believe you.

[croibhristeoir]

I hope you understand I'm going to need that arm shortly.

[The glasses were nowhere in sight, Lancer obviously not really needing them. A thin metal pipe was in each hand, green and black armor worn in place of the ordinary civilian clothes from earlier.]

Though it's good to know you don't consider me insane.

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

Sorry. That was a reflex.

[Issei let go, and a little hesitantly moved into a fighting stance of his own. He wasn't on a warrior's level, but he had at least a semblance of training.]