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[estantiga.livejournal.com]

SHINJIII!

[The view on everyone's screen today would be a pair of ocean blue eyes with a scar dividing them--uncomfortably close to the screen.]

Ooooi, where are you, useless fool? And what's this thing, did you leave me with your terminal? [She pulled back enough to reveal a scarred face and pink hair, seeming as if she was examining the phone without being aware it was recording.]

This isn't where we're supposed to go after we're deleted, is it? If it is, you better be around here--my pockets are as empty as your head right now! If you still want my guns shooting straight, you had best be able to pay me well.

What kind of place is this, anyway? I didn't think the Moon Cell had anything to it but the school and the Arena. You better answer me before I get impatient, Matou Shinji!

Comments

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm interesting. I'm the most interesting Servant around, surely.

So what do you call yourself, my grumpy looking friend?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Lord El-Melloi II, and I'm not your friend.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[You can HEAR the gears turning in Rider's head.]

[lord: (n.) a person who exercises authority from property rights; an owner of land, houses, etc.]

[In other words: CHA-CHING.]

El-what now?

[You sure as hell are her friend now, Waver. Whether you like it or not.]

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

El-Melloi. It's a title used by the Archibald family.

[If you know anything about magi, you've heard about them. And it probably just means even more cha-ching.]

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[>implying Rider would give a flying rainbow-colored fuck on a boat about magi]

Well, in that case I'd be Servant Rider. Or 'El Draque' if we're using fancy little 'El' names.

[Dead? Deleted? Shoved to the moon's Recycle Bin? Stop giving a fuck about secrecy.]

[Stop giving all the fucks. All of them.]

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Francis Drake.

You are Sir Francis Drake.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Ooh, and he's smart too...I think I like you already, Lord El-Melonhead.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that.

And you can't possibly be Sir Francis Drake, on account of the fact that he was a man.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[They said that about King Arthur, too.]

Fine, then I'm Queen Elizabeth.

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[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

And I'm the Czar of Russia.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you. How's Siberia this time of year?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Frigid.

[Just like Waver.]

It's useless to keep hiding your identity. The Holy Grail Wars don't exist here, so it hardly matters if I know your true name or not.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

I told you my name, melonhead. If you think I care whether or not I believe you, you're not as smart as I thought. Just call me Rider.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

No.

[There's only one Rider, and that's his Rider.]

Drake will do for now.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

[D'awwwww, so tsun.]

Fine, fine. So where would a pirate get herself a place to stay around here, hm?

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

There's a hotel that will set you up for free. Might I also suggest a place where you can find a shirt?

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

You might, but I might not listen.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

No point, then, really.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest.

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

Just the hotel, then. It's called Bayview, I'm sure you can find it on your own, and even if you can't, I really don't care.

[estantiga.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. Guess I'll go looking for it now.

[She is going to FIND YOU, bro.]

[profcharisma.livejournal.com]

You do that.

[He's going to try his hardest to get rid of you, woman.]