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rider (francis drake)

⚓ 001; [video]

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!

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Lancer. One of... two, I think.

Then again, the other tossed the Grail War's title away. Something that looks like a better idea every time another servant shows up. [Kanyeshrug.]

Not as special as you think, Lancer. There was somethin' like a hundred plus Servants running around back in the Moon Cell. Bet it got pretty damn confusing with class names before the field was thinned out a bit.

Feh. And I thought keeping track of three Sabers was a pain. Guess it was incentive to beat the other servants as quick as possible.

Probably somethin' like that, yeah.

[He grunts. With a grail war like that maybe he would have gotten some enjoyment out of things... Nah, he totally would've still be stuck with that lousy priest. Or maybe someone just as bad. Definitely not a partner he'd be able to trust. What a bummer. Ah well, topic change.]

So you caught up on the basics about this wonderful little corner of the world already, or do we skip to the part where I offer to buy the first round?

[Oh honey, if you only knew.]

Screw the details, let's drink.

[If he didn't disbelieve it, he'd probably riastrad on the spot, depowering be damned.]

Words after my own heart. There's this little place called the Back-End Bar... [blah blah blah directions you get the idea]

Sounds good to me. Come on, blueberry.

[Ever been dragged to a bar by your ponytail?]

[You are now.

Blueberry? [He scoffs, gesturing to himself.] What part of this is round enough to earn that nickname?

[Oh. Well then.

This is going to start being a common occurrence, isn't it.]

You have to ask?

[That is a hand grabbing your ass, Lancer.]

[And the best part of it is this is her sober.]

[And it's your fault, your hair's practically asking for it.]

I just see something more in-tune with the nickname on your person, if it wasn't for being the wrong color. That's all.

[Hair asking to be pulled, says the woman with a foot-long ahoge.]

[You're going to be the best-worst-best drinking buddy ever, aren't you?]

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