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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.]
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...We're equals, correct? So...it would be alright if I requested one other thing of you, right?
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Is he going to make out with her now?]action;
Maybe later.]If it's alright with you...then just call me Diarmuid. I'm a little tired of going by my class name, and with the fifth Lancer here now I think it would likely be less confusing for all involved if I simply dropped the name altogether.
Besides, I would rather not be known as a Servant if I'm to start over here.
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Your name?
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There's no reason I can think of to hide my identity. I disliked doing so from the start.
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[ Boy, this is awkward. ]
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You may.. call me by my name too.
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My true name.
[ 'Not Arthur.' ]
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[So the King of Knights was a woman. So what? No matter what the legends said her name was Arturia to him, plain and simple.]
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Was that all you wished to discuss with me?
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Thank you for listening. I apologize for speaking at such length.
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[ Withdrawing from him, she moves to sit back down on the bed, the hint of a smile still reminiscent on her face. ]
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Oh--if you're hungry, I could make us something. It's the least I could do after you've had such patience to listen to me talk so much.
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I could spare the time to have lunch.
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[YOUR WAIFU IS PULLING HIS SHIRT ON AND GETTING RIGHT BACK INTO THE KITCHEN.]
[AS PER USUAL.]
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