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tvk2011-10-26 09:48 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2011-10-26 09:48 pm
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⚔ 008; [video; morning of 10/24]
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caliburns, because misunderstandings happen a lot with these guys. Expect responses from both of them.]
[The phone fell to the floor when a small misstep caused Lancer to nudge the table it was on--in accordance with Murphy's Law, of course the video turned on. For the moment, it focused mainly on a lump of sheets and blankets a skilled eye might recognize as Saber. Just offscreen, a familiar voice could be heard muttering to himself.]
...thought for certain it was here yesterday, it's not as if it could just wander off.
[Lancer wandered onscreen, mostly in the background as he carefully examined yonder closet.]
[Now, Prospero, you may well notice three things about Lancer. One is that his hair is notably disheveled. Another is that he has a nasty looking pair of scars from some kind of stab wound lined up on his chest and back.]
[The third, directly following the second, is that he's not wearing a shirt. Sharing a room with Saber and not wearing a shirt. Scandalous.Also hot damn.]
Are you awake, Saber? I seem to have lost something. [Pause.] Additionally, I think that perhaps we should discuss last night. That was an occurrence of no small significance for both of us, I think.
[Silence. The blanket lump shifted--you have disturbed the sleeping lion, Lancer.]
...It is at least safe to say I will be feeling the effect of that final thrust for some time yet, Lancer.
...perhaps the conclusion was a bit more forceful than I'd intended, yes.
[WELL SHIT PROSPERO, DOESN'T THAT SOUND LIKE AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION. TOO BAD, VIDEO CUTS OUT THERE.]
caliburns, because misunderstandings happen a lot with these guys. Expect responses from both of them.][The phone fell to the floor when a small misstep caused Lancer to nudge the table it was on--in accordance with Murphy's Law, of course the video turned on. For the moment, it focused mainly on a lump of sheets and blankets a skilled eye might recognize as Saber. Just offscreen, a familiar voice could be heard muttering to himself.]
...thought for certain it was here yesterday, it's not as if it could just wander off.
[Lancer wandered onscreen, mostly in the background as he carefully examined yonder closet.]
[Now, Prospero, you may well notice three things about Lancer. One is that his hair is notably disheveled. Another is that he has a nasty looking pair of scars from some kind of stab wound lined up on his chest and back.]
[The third, directly following the second, is that he's not wearing a shirt. Sharing a room with Saber and not wearing a shirt. Scandalous.
Are you awake, Saber? I seem to have lost something. [Pause.] Additionally, I think that perhaps we should discuss last night. That was an occurrence of no small significance for both of us, I think.
[Silence. The blanket lump shifted--you have disturbed the sleeping lion, Lancer.]
...It is at least safe to say I will be feeling the effect of that final thrust for some time yet, Lancer.
...perhaps the conclusion was a bit more forceful than I'd intended, yes.
[WELL SHIT PROSPERO, DOESN'T THAT SOUND LIKE AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION. TOO BAD, VIDEO CUTS OUT THERE.]
action; 1/2
[Lancer closed his eyes and sighed--when he opened them again there was something blank to them. As if he'd killed off some measure of his own emotions in order to simply tell her this story. Which wasn't all that untrue; he felt a crushing sense of shame about what happened that night.]
[But after their duel last night...no, this was the final thing that weighed him down. If he simply spoke of it, allowed it into the open with the one he trusted, then...maybe the fourth war could truly be over for him. Diarmuid could finally truly start over.]
I don't need to tell you that my Master and I did not get along. From the first day I was summoned he didn't trust me. My loyalty meant nothing to him. Perhaps his suspicions had merit given my past, but...even my word was not enough. And he refused to give me a chance to prove my loyalty to him.
After Sola disappeared during the fight with Caster, I did all that I could to find her. Ultimately, I returned alone--Kayneth didn't exactly like that.
I tried to explain that I had only a weak connection to her, but he still blamed me for losing track of her in the first place. It wasn't until he called me a womanizer that I realized why he didn't trust me all that time. He'd thought I would run away with Sola as I had done with Grainne.
[His voice was almost deadpan. Almost. There was a faint shaking quality to it, as if the pain he'd felt at his Master's words had still been lingering all the months he'd been in Prospero.]