tvk | 003; [Video/Voice] OH DAMMIT I HAVE A SHADOW TOO --

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003; [Video/Voice] OH DAMMIT I HAVE A SHADOW TOO --

Knock knock~

[There is no video to go along with the voice. However, the voice seems to be muffled by the barrier of the door blocking it's way from entering. Which was a good thing, seeing that Neah wasn't prepared for his shadow to appear at the moment. Luckily, his shotgun had been near him, and the sound of a shotgun can be heard loading. That is, until, another sound can also be heard.]

My, how rude~ You are not opening the door for me? Then allow me to open it myself. [Remember all those times that Neah used a shotgun to break into many rooms? Well. It's happening to him now. Except for the fact, his shadow just ripped off the doorknob with it's hand and kicked the door open and off the hinges for good measure. Which, for some odd reason, caused the video feed to flick on to reveal it was Neah and his shadow.]

I was beginning to wonder when you would arrive. How rude of you to interrupt my slumber... [Neah knew that his gun wouldn't work. Not against this thing.] Now, what can I help you with? Are you here to sprout nonsense in my face?

[The shadow simply smiled and stepped into the room. The video feed begins to static, but you can faintly see a few creatures following the shadow who were pretty damn ready to kill Neah on the spot.]

Nonsense? I'm here to tell the city of Prospero what you've been hiding... [A pause, and the shadow sneers at him.] Why not tell everyone why we wear this face? How we robbed someone -- No, not just someone but Allen Walker, your nephew -- of his life and memories just for revenge...

How about we speak about the fact you feel guilty for not protecting and allowing the the one person you swore to protect die~?

[None of you have probably seen Neah mad, but the original is starting to get just a bit angry. Knowing this would happen did not help the fact that it was happening to him right now.] You call other's pathetic... But you are nothing but a pathetic lying fool.

Kill him.

[The shadow glances over at the video. ~~get ready for a paranormal activity moment~~ Smiling pleasantly at the camera while the two creatures that followed behind embrace themselves to attack what they were ordered to kill.]

We do not need an audience for this. [The feed clicks off.]

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[Don't. Mind the hysterical laughing when Neah runs past his shadow, and promptly grabs the taller man to FUCKING BOOK IT. JESUS CHRIST -- HE IS NOT THE CRAZY HE SWEARS.

Neah just hurts too much to actually talk right now. He's focused on getting the hell out of here for the time being with Diarmuid so they won't have to deal with anything that would just injury them even worse.]

Are you hurt badly, Neah? At this rate the whole town is going to wind up in the hospital...

I am not as hurt as I could have been. [He's bleeding though. The scent that he's not so fond of.] Are there others at the hospital?

I don't really know if anyone's gone, frankly. Some of these injuries would be hard to explain.

[You know, like Lancer's issue of 'I can't move my left arm because magic'.]

But considering the frequency of which I've been seeing people injured, I'm getting more concerned about this mess by the hour. For the moment, I'll help you with that if you need it--I owe you that much.

How irritating...

[Lancer, you have shit luck. Seriously boy.]

I am concerned as well. This hour has gotten far too dangerous. Especially with how violent they are toward their originals in particular.

[A sigh.] Bandages. ... And a room to stay, assuming that I cannot return to my room.

[E-rank in true Lancer fashion.]

You're welcome to mine. I just restocked my first aid kit earlier today, along with enough supplies to spare.

[You needa go to a damn priest or something, and get that fixed, mah boi.]

Are you certain? i do not want to be a bother. [~~take a shot everyone, here comes a bromance moment.~~]

[Yeah, about that.]

[You don't want to know about this canon's priest.]

It's hardly any trouble. You need help, and I can offer it. Simple.

[that guy looks like a jackass not a priest]

Thank you, Diarmuid. You are quite kind. [Actually, to be honest...] ... I was not expecting my business to be revealed to Prospero.

[AND HERE YOU SEE THE EXACT PROBLEM.]

I don't think any of us were, Neah.

[VISIT A PRIEST HERE

In any news.]

If it is one thing I have learned over the course of living in Prospero... [He trails off, and wipes some of the blood dripping from his head.] It is that I have learned how to feel remotely human again.

[You know how this jackass is always smiling? Well, for once, he's actually frowning.] Now that you know the truth, Diarmuid, I would hope that you would not feel any different about me.

[FUCKING SHADOW IS MAKING HIM FREAK OUT OKAY, HE'S NEVER HAD HIS EMOTIONS BROADCASTED LIKE SO.]

...I do not find it my place to judge anyone. But I can tell you my Shadow has not even begun to detail the worst of what I have done.

So I assure you, Neah, I think no less of you tonight than I did yesterday or the day before. Now please, let's concern ourselves with your injuries before speaking further on the matter.

[Keep calm, keep calm -- Don't let some shadow get to you, Neah. It was just a shadow, and nothing more than what he really felt. ... Which is what is making him feel a little nervous break down coming his way. Until. You know. The fact that Diarmuid is here kicks in, and he just gives in.]

... Thank you, Diarmuid. [SOBS. BROS4LYFE.] For rescuing me.

[And everything else. Of course, he won't say that.]

You don't have to thank me. You did the same for me--I could do no less than repay the favor.

[Oh. He's smiling sheepishly.]

I will be prepared next time. They have a habit of catching us off guard. [Those dicks.]

Has yours surfaced since the night it appeared?

Believe me, I noticed. [A sigh. Lancer opened the door to his hotel room and walked inside, reaching up with just his right hand and looking through a cabinet.] Let me just find where I left those bandages...

Not that I'm aware of, though I can't be certain. I hope no one's mistaken him for me.

Edited 2011-11-24 05:21 (UTC)

[Neah is just going to take a seat on the bed at the moment. Feeling wobbly on his damn legs.]

Ah. Are your eyes yellow as well?

Always have been. I usually wear glasses here so it'll be a bit less obvious, but it seems he decided to take those before he left for some reason.

Perhaps he will be posing as you the next time he surfaces?

With any luck, the voice will give him away. Still, I confess I am slightly worried--ah, here they are. Sorry to keep you waiting, where exactly are you injured?

I do not blame you.

[And then they mistook each other for each other's shadows.] Ah, well.

[He lifted up his hair, which was stained with crimson.] Here. As well as... [Well. Pointing to a gash, that looked like a claw mark that ripped through the fabric of his clothing, from his chest, and all the way down to his torso.

That mother fucker.] A gun does not work well on a demon.

No, I imagine it would not. [Sighing, Lancer started bandaging Neah's injuries--surprisingly well for someone that could only really use one hand.]

I'm just glad you're still alive.

[A nod. Followed by a small thank you.]

Ah. What happened to your arm?

Kind of the funny thing about a cursed spear that inflicts unhealing wounds. If you're injured badly enough with it, you're going to have trouble.

[A sigh.]

In other words, I was hit by one of my own Noble Phantasms--by definition mystical weapons that are linked to my identity as a hero.

[You have shit luck, Diarmuid.]

Will you be alright? Is your arm deemed useless, or a cure for it?

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