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tvk2011-11-15 06:57 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2011-11-15 06:57 pm
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⚔ 010; [video; dated to mid-Dark Hour]
[The video shows what appears to be Lancer in his hotel room, face mostly obscured by a book and wearing a suit he's never been seen in before. Behind the chair he sat in, a pair of lances leaned against the wall--a long crimson one and a shorter one in vivid yellow.]
'Hate'.
[Lancer's calm and collected voice had an extra layer to it today, an almost demonic echo that turned gentle tones into mocking amusement.]
'Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live'.
[He lowered the book slightly; his eyes were the same yellow-gold as ever, but today they were ice cold and glowing faintly in the dimly lit room. Instead of his commonly seen casual smile, he wore a condescending and cruel smirk.]
Such an interesting volume to have in my small collection.
Because oh, do I hold within myself such hatred. Such spite and rage, I truly am a worthless knight. But why should I do anything but hate? Being kind and generous has gained me nothing but pain. I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand...! Why does it hurt so much? Tell me why everything I do only causes me pain!
'Please, allow me to help you.' 'What can I do for you?' 'How can I assist you?' I never asked for anything in return, I never even asked to be thanked for my efforts. If I'm not helping people, then what is the point of my existence? Have I been placed here only to feel pain in my failures?
Kayneth wished to summon a King of Conquerors--he never even wanted me. And why should he have? I am hardly a hero at all, next to people like Iskander or Ireland's precious hound. I am but a man who stole Fionn mac Cumhaill's betrothed and ran like a coward.
I have neither purpose nor right to live. My hatred is the only thing strong about me. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the man who cursed and corrupted the Holy Grail itself!
[There was a quiet sound of movement off-camera, directing Lancer to look at the floor with a cruel smirk.]
You're wrong...
[The voice offscreen was strained and shaky, but unmistakably Diarmuid's--without the demonic layer this one had. The first Lancer's smirk only grew wider at that.]
...Do you know what I hate most of all, Prospero?
[He reached off-camera, picking up the original Diarmuid by his shirt collar--slightly bruised and scratched up, wincing in obvious pain. The second one with the cruel smirk on his face calmly took off Diarmuid's glasses and put them on himself, expression not changing in the slightest.]
More than Kayneth and Kiritsugu, more than my own disgusting need to make people happy?
Arturia, please help me--
[He choked that much out in a rushed, almost desperate voice; for the first time, Diarmuid was afraid. Not of death, no, but of the fact that his other self's words seemed to ring true in a dark corner of his heart.]
[He was afraid, and he wanted her at his side.]
More than anything...I hate myself.
[The video cut out suddenly, without another word.]
'Hate'.
[Lancer's calm and collected voice had an extra layer to it today, an almost demonic echo that turned gentle tones into mocking amusement.]
'Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live'.
[He lowered the book slightly; his eyes were the same yellow-gold as ever, but today they were ice cold and glowing faintly in the dimly lit room. Instead of his commonly seen casual smile, he wore a condescending and cruel smirk.]
Such an interesting volume to have in my small collection.
Because oh, do I hold within myself such hatred. Such spite and rage, I truly am a worthless knight. But why should I do anything but hate? Being kind and generous has gained me nothing but pain. I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand...! Why does it hurt so much? Tell me why everything I do only causes me pain!
'Please, allow me to help you.' 'What can I do for you?' 'How can I assist you?' I never asked for anything in return, I never even asked to be thanked for my efforts. If I'm not helping people, then what is the point of my existence? Have I been placed here only to feel pain in my failures?
Kayneth wished to summon a King of Conquerors--he never even wanted me. And why should he have? I am hardly a hero at all, next to people like Iskander or Ireland's precious hound. I am but a man who stole Fionn mac Cumhaill's betrothed and ran like a coward.
I have neither purpose nor right to live. My hatred is the only thing strong about me. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the man who cursed and corrupted the Holy Grail itself!
[There was a quiet sound of movement off-camera, directing Lancer to look at the floor with a cruel smirk.]
You're wrong...
[The voice offscreen was strained and shaky, but unmistakably Diarmuid's--without the demonic layer this one had. The first Lancer's smirk only grew wider at that.]
...Do you know what I hate most of all, Prospero?
[He reached off-camera, picking up the original Diarmuid by his shirt collar--slightly bruised and scratched up, wincing in obvious pain. The second one with the cruel smirk on his face calmly took off Diarmuid's glasses and put them on himself, expression not changing in the slightest.]
More than Kayneth and Kiritsugu, more than my own disgusting need to make people happy?
Arturia, please help me--
[He choked that much out in a rushed, almost desperate voice; for the first time, Diarmuid was afraid. Not of death, no, but of the fact that his other self's words seemed to ring true in a dark corner of his heart.]
[He was afraid, and he wanted her at his side.]
More than anything...I hate myself.
[The video cut out suddenly, without another word.]
action;
Diarmuid?
[ Falling to her knees beside his battered body, she brings a hand to cup his cheek while leaning her face in close towards his own.
Pucker up, sleeping beautyOnce she feels his breath tickling her face, there's a sigh of relief.Her knight was alright. ] Awaken. [ A simple command. ] I am here now.
action;
[calm your shit, i'm building suspense.]
Ow... [Lancer blinked a few times, raising a hand to his head. He must've hit it at some point--that was surely a dream, wasn't it?]
Arturia, what...
[He trailed off, looking at the gash on his arm with a serious expression. That was no ordinary injury.]
...Where is he? I couldn't--he fought like a Servant, I didn't even have a chance.
action;
Fought like a Servant? [ 'Impossible.' she wants to argue. ] Come now, we must tend to your wound.
action;
[So instead he just stared at the cut in his arm--shallow enough to not cause serious damage, but bleeding considerably.]
...this is not a normal wound. I just need bandages, there's nothing else I can do for it yet.
action;
[ Silently she rises to her feet to fetch the first aid kit for him. There's several concerns on her mind, but the most important of them all? ]
I need to go find him. [ Withdrawing the kit, she'll move back towards him to hold it out for him. ] Do you have any information on where he might have went?
action;
He's got my Persona. He has Gae Dearg and Gae Buidhe, not to mention he's nearly as fast and powerful as a Servant.
As your knight I won't let you face that alone.
action;
[ It was that simple to her. A threat ran free in this city full of people precious to Saber. So she couldn't stand still. ]
Recover and tend to your wounds. If you wish to assist me, find Shirou and stay with him. [ Dumbass has a tendency to survive against Servants. ] I will handle our enemy.
action;
I can not ask you to handle alone what should clearly be my responsibility. I will not hide in the face of such a thing, and I will not leave your side.
action;
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[He took her hand with his own, focused entirely on her for that moment.]
He said far too much and wounded my pride too severely for me to sit by and do nothing.
As your equal and not your subject I am declaring this now: I'm not letting you leave here alone.
action;
In before short joke.]action;
...why? Why are you so intent on forcing me to st--
Because you're worthless.
[Guess who's leaning against the door frame, Saber.]
action;
Here?
[ Glancing over her head in the direction of the voice, her leg may shift her body closer, her torso against his
stomachown chest. ]action;
[Diarmuid tightened his hold on Arturia's hands, lightly pushing her behind him.]
Who--what are you? What is it you want?
I am a Shadow, the true self; I am you. You are me. And you are not even worthy to stand in the same room as beloved Arturia Pendragon.
action;
Stop.. [ Why her last name? Why her name? ]
action;
...stop it.
You're not worthy of her loyalty. And you disgrace her honor with your own. Why don't you see it, Arturia...? Why don't you realize how pathetic I am?
action;
[ Saber may actually be pissed off right now.
Saber never gets pissed off. ]
action;
[Oh hey Saber, you recognize those lances appearing in the Shadow's hands? You probably should.]
He's going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you. One of us. Both of us. I won't let that happen, Arturia...I would die to protect you, even if the loyalty of a traitor would only disgrace you.
action;
It's time. With a battle cry, she sprints towards the shadow without a weapon, intent on protecting what was her's. ]
action;
[The Shadow watched her approach with a smug smile, but did nothing save for raising Gae Dearg in a defensive motion.]
[Much as he would not engage his fellow knights in the Fianna during his flight from them, it seemed he wouldn't lash out against Saber here.]
action;
I will not permit you to speak so ill of my knight!
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...you're wrong. You're wrong, I didn't want...
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[He switched his stance in a matter of less than a second, kicking off against the floor with agility only a Lancer-class Servant could possess. But he didn't attack her--no, how could he raise his blade to her ever again? He threw himself past her, moving like a streak of dark lightning to his target.]
[Lancer's Shadow was behind him in a moment. By the time the original Knight of Fianna realized what had happened, he could only move fast enough to avoid an instantly fatal strike; when the golden lance struck, it stabbed through his left arm rather than his back.]
action;
Stop it!
[ Kicking herself up off of her toes, she'll lunge towards the shadow. ]
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