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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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If you do not mind me staying here. [And making this bromance stronger. You know.] I do not want to cause harm to anyone.

Not at all. I'd prefer having some form of company, knowing things have become so dangerous lately.

[A SLEEP OVER THEN?!]

If that is the case, then please. My room will not useful tonight, seeing that my door was ripped off.

[PILLOW FIIIIGHT]

My friends and allies will always be welcome here, Neah.

[PILLOW FIGHTTTTTT AND POTATO SHOTS]

You are quite the kind one, Diarmuid. It would be a shame if anything were to happen to you.

[POTATO SHOTGLASSES = BEST SHOTGLASSES]

You flatter me. I do only the best that I can.

[And then they ate the potatoes afterward]

An admirable trait, really. [is this the part where everyone thinks this a romantic moment but it's really a bromance moment]

[Let's face the facts about me and you, a love unspecified~]

It's a knight's purpose to be as selfless as possible.

Edited 2011-11-28 05:40 (UTC)

[Diarmuid bear]

[As much strife as this night has caused him, he's kind of glad that it happened.] It must be difficult. To live as such.

...incredibly so, yes. But being able to improve even one person's life is well worth any pain I might endure.

... We are far too alike. [Not that it was frightening. Though, Diarmuid is probably a far better person than he is.]

That's hardly a bad thing. I've found far too few people in later eras understand the mentality of a knight.

[A smile. Paired off with a hint of sorrow hidden behind it.]

Unfortunately, my actions contradict a mentality of a knight.

What do you mean by that?

I am a murderer.

Robbing my nephew's body to seek out petty revenge on a man who killed me years prior to this day.

[Sigh.] To usurp his position as Earl, and become The Earl myself. [Of course, he's not telling most of the story, and why he did it. That shadow must have gotten to him, and he can't seem to say why he did it in the first place.

Which was to protect his older brother.]

[The fact that Diarmuid hardly blinked at that said a lot about the kinds of things he'd seen.]

[He was a knight, and one who had not known what it was to feel hatred until only moments before arriving in Prospero. He had never felt a desire for revenge and hardly understood those who did. Not once had he hated Fionn for leading him to his death, and seeking revenge would have been unthinkable even if time had not made it impossible.]

[But if he thought of Kayneth, and of the idea that their paths might someday cross again...then yes, for the first time he could understand what it was like to want revenge.]

[He could understand it. Could imagine the kind of lengths one would go to for such satisfaction, but as a knight he could neither act on nor condone it.]

...what does Allen think about all this?

[Neah was his friend before anything else. If no one here would turn their back on Diarmuid for stealing his lord's betrothed and running, then he would not turn from them no matter what.]

I am not certain. I would not be surprised if he harbored some hatred for me.

[Surprised, yet happy that Diarmuid would lend in ear, he continued.]

... I fought for my older Brother, Mana. Who ironically became Allen's adoptive father. [Which fills in what the shadow had meant when he felt guilty for not being able to protect the one he swore to protect.]

I can't claim I know anything about what a spirit possessing another's body truly entails, so I won't speak on a matter of which I understand so little.

...But I can say I've learned to understand what hatred and the desire for revenge feel like. More than that, I have known for a very long time the significance of wanting to protect one's family.

[He sighed, leaning his head on his hand thoughtfully.]

Neither of us really belong in this realm, do we? [A slightly bitter smile.] How many years had it been since you died, if you don't mind my curiosity?

... Thank you.

[It's surprising enough to find someone who remotely understands, and does not judge if he or she does not understand.]

Unfortunately, no. We do not. [It's okay, he's bitterly laughing, albeit he finds it a bit ironic.] Ah. Let's see...

Thirty-five years, I believe. ... And you?

... [A slightly clearer smile spread across Lancer's face, at once both forlorn and amused.]

I was summoned by Kayneth through the power of the Holy Grail in the winter of 1994. I can't give you an exact year on when I died, just that I was twenty-five and I'm certain it was about two thousand years before that winter.

'Medieval' is the term to describe my era, I believe.

... My. You're quite old, aren't you? [That's happening. That really happened.]

[OH NO YOU DI'INT]

[Diarmuid, having very little ability to look honestly indignant, settled for some expression between 'annoyed' and 'pouting'.]

It isn't as if I was around for all that time. I died at a reasonable age; twenty-five was old enough for me to have a wife and children, but I'm not old by any means.

Children? Really?

[OLD.... Though, Neah is probably older in that... aspect... Maybe.]

That's right. My wife and I had four sons, Donnchad, Eochaid, Connla, and Ollann, as well as a daughter named Selbsercach.

[Names... Neah isn't even going to try and pronounce them, much less. Yeah.]

Ah... And who was your wife? [THE LOVE SHAPE HAS BEEN BROKEN.]

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