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Please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends. [Closed]

Who: Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi, Ryuunosuke Uryuu
Where: Back-end Bar
When: January 6th, yes yes we know we're late
What: Kayneth drinks his sorrows away and meets someone he'd prefer not to.
Rating: Drinking, possible language
Status: Closed

The bar. It was a pretty much standard bar, in which people drank alcohol and were not particularly classy nor crude. Ryuunosuke had kept employment here for a surprisingly long time.

He was humming cheerfully to himself and cleaning bottles when a guy he didn't recognize sat down at the bar. "What can I get for you?"

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Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi wasn't exactly one to suffer indignity. In normal circumstances, if someone were to try and lay a hand on him... well, that person would suffer dearly for their transgressions.

Of course, that was impossible here-somehow, his magic had been disabled, leaving him defenseless against a cadre of people who wanted to kill him because he did something to Lancer. Who probably deserved it anyway.

There wasn't anything he could do about it. At the moment, anyway. At the moment... he really needed a drink. Of course... he couldn't go into a classy establishment looking like he'd just gotten out of some sort of fistfight, nor could he be caught dead in a place where looking like that was practically expected. So-even though it was beneath him, he decided that his only option was a middle of the road bar.

Which was why he was here right now.

"The most expensive beverage you offer."

"Most expensive, check."

Ryuunosuke pulled a bottle off the shelves and poured him a nice drink. "Here you go, sir. Need an ice pad or something to go with?"

Kayneth took a sip of the drink and did not find it to his liking-to him, it tasted like it was trying too hard. It was one of those mid-range drinks that wanted to come off as something that cost a few hundred dollars.

Of course, he was in a mood to be overly critical of everything at the moment. ...Though-

"You have those sorts of things here?"

"Sure~ It's good to be prepared for everything."

It took only a second to fetch an ice pack and hand it over.

"That looks pretty nasty. How many people punched you today?"

Kayneth couldn't really help wondering if he'd walked into the right kind of establishment if they had ice packs right there, but... for once, he really couldn't complain. ...though, that second bit...

"That's not exactly any of your business, is it?"

"It's totally my business. I'm a bartender, chatting up customers is what I do."

Ryuunosuke thought for a second. "I'm guessing at least a couple... man, on your first day here? What'd you do to piss them off?"

"Then you ought to know that some customers will want to keep things private," said Kayneth, his voice level but his annoyance practically palpable.

Granted, it probably could have done him some good to vent, but that wasn't appropriate for a man of his station-especially if the person he was venting to was some sort of commoner-

...wait... he'd seen that? Kayneth knew very little about technology seeing as it was absolutely useless to a mage like him, so... what did that mean, exactly...?

"Furthermore, even if I were inclined to talk about it, I'm rather unclear on the details of your last question myself."

"That's the worst, man. I hate it when people have it out for your blood and you have no idea why." A sigh.

"Well, welcome to Prospero - I'm Ryuunosuke Uryuu, nice to meetcha."

...that made it sound as though he had experience with that sort of thing. Kayneth mulled over whether he cared enough to inquire further and found that while he didn't, this was one of the least unpleasant conversations he'd had here so far and it could be useful to have more information.

"Is that commonplace around here?" said Kayneth, a hint of incredulity in his voice. "In any case... I assume you already know of me, but as a formality-I am Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi."

Kayneth, Kayneth, Kayneth... Where'd he heard that before... Hm, hm...

Wait, he's got it!

"You're a Master? I'm a Master! Let's be friends!"

Kayneth was, of course, one of the sharpest minds in the Mage Association-at least when it came to magical aptitude, anyway. When it came to certain other things, it could take him a few moments to process things.

This was one of those certain other things.

"...What?"

"You're the guy who was Lancer's Master, right?" Ryuunosuke stuck his hand out for a shake. "Caster's Master."

Clearly there was nothing wrong with this picture at all.

There was everything wrong with this picture. Everything.

"Do you even know what being a Master entails...?" said Kayneth incredulously. What was this person doing as a master? He let someone wearing an anachronistic outfit wander around a city with children in tow!

"Sorta! I really don't care about the war, but I summoned Caster and he's mine, so I'm a Master."

Yeah, what was with the silly war anyway?

"So you summoned a Servant without having any idea of what it entailed?"

Kayneth resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. This conversation was threatening to give him a terrible headache.

"Pretty much, yeah."

Ryuunosuke's conversations did that to people.

"Are you even a mage?"

Kayneth rather doubted he had a pedigree of any sort, but some magical training was better than some uninvolved commoner just waltzing into a war that was supposed to be filled with glorious gentlemanly mage battles.

"Nope! No magery here whatsoever."

He couldn't even use the right word for it for Zelretch's sake.

This was an absolute outrage in every possible sense. It was not quite as terrible as Waver Velvet having stolen his priceless historical relic, because absolutely nothing was as terrible as that-however, the idea of some artless commoner getting in on something that had clearly been created only for talented magical geniuses (such as Kayneth) was fairly close to that level of terrible.

"This is absolutely insulting," said Kayneth, downing the rest of his drink.

"Really? I thought that drink was pretty good," Ryuunosuke commented, oblivious to everything.

"...no," said Kayneth blankly. "The drink was passable."

"Oh! Well that's good, I'd get the bar in trouble otherwise. Want another?"

"No," said Kayneth tersely as he went for his wallet. "I believe I'm done here."

"Alright~ That'll be" an amount that would've been nothing to someone of Kayneth's high standards at home except he actually had to work here.

Fortunately, Kayneth did have a not insignificant amount of money on his person, even if it was certainly limited compared to the funds he usually had access to. Still, it was a pretty big hit to his funds...

Well, he didn't care. As soon as he'd paid, he was already standing up and heading out to leave.

"Come back again!" Ryuunosuke called out after him.

Like that would happen.

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