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[croibhristeoir]

[phone; morning; locked to Sola-Ui on Saber's phone]

Saber? [He wasn't worried, strictly speaking. Of course Saber could take care of herself, occasional mishap aside. But it was strange that she hadn't returned last night. And the fact that he hadn't heard from her...he almost might have called that 'suspicious'.]

I haven't spoken to you recently, are you alright?

[Surely she was just with Shirou. Right?]

[Intuition rarely failed a knight. And Lancer's was telling him something was not right at all.]


[action; early evening]

[Lancer didn't know what to do. He didn't know anything. The former Servant in glasses sat on a park bench staring blankly at exactly nothing.]

[It was all his fault. Saber had died--by a hand not his own--and it was all his fault.]

[He didn't know what hurt more. The fact that again one of that pair had ruined everything and stolen his chance for a fight with her, or the fact that this would not have happened if he'd kept his mouth shut and just gone along with Sola's obsession. She would have been unhurt, Saber would have been alive, and Lancer...]

[Lancer would have been as miserable now as he was in Fuyuki. A small price to pay.]

[Today he likely looked nothing like the amicable, smiling and cheerful indivudual he so often was--there was a touch of ice in gold eyes, a strange sense of detachment in the way he held himself and stared at nothing. He had to stay that way. Lancer...didn't want to be angry. He didn't want to fly into the screaming anger of that vengeful spirit that had died in the Fourth War.]

[More than anything he didn't want it to keep hurting.]

Comments

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[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

...Lancer?

[That was not the sight of someone in a good state. Of course Issei had to sit down next to him on that park bench.]

Lancer. Tell me what's wrong.

[Action]

[croibhristeoir]

...nothing.

[It's my fault. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault and she will never forgive me.]

[Action]

[unknownrival.livejournal.com]

You're a terrible liar and you're going to tell me what's wrong.

[action; early evening]

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Something is wrong, Lancer. You look... mournful.

[ He's been reading fellow warrior's moods for 120 years. He's GOOD at this. ]

[croibhristeoir]

It's nothing. Don't concern yourself.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

That is clearly not the case, or you would not be so downcast.

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[rites.livejournal.com]

[ There is a young girl walking by with a lance, completely dismissing him. Until she actually notices him, walking backwards to stand in front of him, head cocked to the side. ]

What's got ya down?

action;

[croibhristeoir]

[Had he given a damn, Lancer might have noticed there was someone else that used a lance.]

[As it was, he really didn't care.]

Nothing.

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[rites.livejournal.com]

If ya gonna sit out in public with a face like that, ya gonna get asked what the matter is. Ya might as well just accept it, kay?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Lancer.

[Reading people was part of what Lord El-Melloi did-- not that it was particularly difficult to see that there was something seriously bothering this Servant.]

[He was kind of curious what could possibly affect him so much.]

[croibhristeoir]

...

[He simply took off his glasses and leveled a calm stare in his direction; lancer wasn't in much of a mood to talk to anyone that used the El-Melloi name today.]

What?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

You seem distracted.

[Hey, he wasn't the kind of asshole that his predecessor was. He actually tried to, you know, fix blatant problems instead of ignoring them. And also wouldn't tell his Servant to stab himself, because a.) Rider wouldn't listen and b.) that is dumb.]

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[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[The smell of smoke is the only thing signaling Kiritsugu's presence. Frankly, he doesn't care much about Saber, but with her proximity to his son, and being relatively acquainted with Kiritsugu himself, he's not sure if he can let whatever killed her remain loose.]

Do you know who it was?

[Right to the point, as always. Kiritsugu doesn't know she's dead yet, actually, but he does know she's not the type to miss work, and with Lancer in this mood, it's easy to put the pieces of her disappearance together. Truthfully, he suspects Ryuunosuke to be the murderer, but with so many vengeful magi around, he won't take any guesses.]

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[croibhristeoir]

...You already know, then?

[That really shouldn't have been remotely surprising.]

And if I told you, what would you do?

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[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter.

[Kiritsugu removes the cigarette, depositing it into a metal container.]

Whatever I do, this city will reverse. Consider it me asking who I should watch out for.

[A lie, obviously, but he knows what Lancer thinks of his methods.]

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[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[Neah had driven by the park several times on his way to school. Sure, he'd look and not see anything that caught his eye on several occasions... But, this time. His eye picked up Lancer, who he would recognize from a mile away. ... And boy. He did not look very pleasant at all.

Perhaps calling out to the man would get his attention?]

Ah. Lancer? [He had parked as close as he could to the park bench without actually ramming into the sidewalk...]

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[croibhristeoir]

[He blinked once or twice, looking up almost like he wasn't wuite aware of what was going on--clearly he'd been off in his own little world for a moment or two.]

Neah?

[He'd seen plenty of cars. That didn't mean he understood them, judging by the slight trace of confusion on his face.]

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[revivedpianist.livejournal.com]

[Yelling from the drivers seat wasn't all too comfortable for Neah. For better conversation, he moved out of his car and walked over to the bench that Lancer was sitting at. A tad bit concerned for the man he considered a "friend".]

Is there something wrong? [Despite his confused look, he still remembered what he saw the first time.]

Phone

[toomanyhyphens.livejournal.com]

[That voice... Oh. Oh oh oh. A rush of heady emotions left her reeling, unsure, and she snatched up the phone without thinking. Wait. Wait. This was not her phone. If she answered... he would be suspicious. He might be angry. He might- he might-

But he had already rejected her.

Best to know, to tell him. It was an accident, right? Or at least, that's all he needed to know. Lancer. She could at least hear his voice. It would hurt, if he was angry, but attention from him was a blessed thing. Please. Please, don't be angry...

She picked up the phone, once more admiring its size.]

Lancer... [Her voice sounded strained.] I have some... some bad news.

Phone

[croibhristeoir]

...

[What. Something was very wrong here. Lancer spoke slowly, sounding almost wary of just what was going on.]

Sola....why do you have Saber's phone?

Phone

[toomanyhyphens.livejournal.com]

She dropped it. I'm sorry, Lancer...

[Her voice hitches, hesitating just so as to curry his favour.]

I was trying to get along with her so I invited her out on a boat. She never said she couldn't swim.

And... she...

Fell.

[Action]

[protects-soccer.livejournal.com]

[Endou was pretty good at telling when people were upset, but even he didn't need to stare at Lancer for long to tell the man was miserable.]

What's wrong, Lancer?

[Action]

[croibhristeoir]

...it's nothing. You really don't need to worry about me.

[fatestayhome.livejournal.com]

[Lancer might find his line of sight blocked by a can of warm coffee.

Following the can of coffee will lead him to see a Shirou looking a bit concerned about him, as well as something else.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[croibhristeoir]

...?

[He blinked a few times, slightly startled--it took lancer a moment to process what had just happened, as well as the fact that he was faced with someone he did not want to talk to about this.]

Th...thank you.