First Lecture -- Audio

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

This is Zelretch's fault, I'm certain of it.

My name is Lord El-Melloi II, and I would appreciate it if someone would inform me of where the hell I am right now.  And don't tell me 'in America', because I already gathered that.  I'm looking for information that's a little more specific.

[The voice that comes over the phone was calm and coolly confident; the voice of a man who has grown used to being listen to and obeyed, with undertones of 'it's been a very long day and it's only going to get longer' and 'this is shit only I would have to deal with'.  It is the tone of a patient man, but of one who it patient not because he has some kind of predisposition towards being long-suffering, but simply because it is the only manner of preserving his sanity.  It also doesn't sound like this is the first time he'd shown up in a strange new place before.]

[Shit always happens to him.  He has long since accepted this fact, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.]

I am a very busy man, and I can already tell that I'm going to be wasting more time that I can afford to getting back to where I need to be.  I swear to God, if my research gets set back because of this...

[Priorities, clearly he has them.]

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[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

[Those first parts about Archer, he already knew. The last part was news, but, for once, the good kind.]

[And by Lancer's description, that second Rider was his Rider-- well, it was perhaps wrong to say his, as he wasn't a Master anymore-- was here. Probably human, as well, which at least meant that he couldn't cause havoc with his Noble Phantasms, but increased the likelihood of attempts at world domination.]

[...Maybe. Maybe he didn't quite want to see Rider yet.]

[Just. Maybe later.]

[Yeah.]

I see. Is there anything else that I should be aware of?

[croibhristeoir]

...If you think you can believe more completely insane and illogical things, then yes.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Try me.

[croibhristeoir]

There's one hour every night in which the streets become overrun with monsters of an unknown origin, and those of us brought here have to summon things called Personas to fight them.

[Deadpan.]

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

...Well, I have to admit, that's a new one.

[And here he had thought that he'd heard and seen it all.]

[croibhristeoir]

At least you're taking it well.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Let's just say that I've had practice.

[s-sob what is his life]

[why is it full of crazy shit and Zelretch]

[croibhristeoir]

At this rate, I'd believe it.

[NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY IN NASUVERSE.]