// wherever I am you'll always be

[croibhristeoir]

WHO: Zero Lancer and anyone~ [OPEN]
WHEN: Daytime, August second
WHERE: Mainly that bookstore Nao hasn't bothered thinking of a name for yet.
SUMMARY: Lancer is totally normal. What would ever make you think otherwise?
RATING: PG-13, I assume?
LOG:

[A; morning]

[Anyone walking around the bookstore that morning would likely find Lancer in civilian clothes and glasses. He knew the latter was probably something of a pointless disguise, but if it made him look like less of a threat to anyone that could prove themselves a threat? It was at least worth a try.]

[Pointless or not, he'd more or less gotten used to it by now. And that particular morning, he would be whistling absentmindedly while reorganizing whatever shelf he was currently standing in front of. Maybe it was a little slower-paced than he was used to, but life as a human wasn't really half bad. When you put aside the whole 'serial killer running around' and 'inhuman monsters overrunning the city at night', at least.]

[B; late afternoon]

[Later on, one could find the glasses-wearing former Servant sitting on a bench not far from the bookstore, focused on the hardcover volume of something-or-other in his hand. It was difficult to tell by sight alone just how aware Lancer was of his surroundings--he seemed completely distracted, after all.]

[But the instinct of a Knight of Fianna was something that didn't fade even with a human body. If someone approached, he'd notice--if someone were to attack for whatever reason, they'd be met with an expert in unarmed combat.]

[C; early evening]

[Lancer walked back in the direction of the hotel, looking completely casual. Blending in, as he already knew, was simple as long as he didn't have to talk. It was a little trickier when the aspect of hiding who he was as a Servant and as a heroic spirit was brought into it.]

[But if that was what he had to do here until they found some kind of answers regarding who or what was responsible for this situation, then he'd simply live with it. He'd lasted this long, after all. But with people like Ryuunosuke and Gilgamesh running around, lancer was starting to doubt the rest of them would be able to preserve the secrecy of Servants and the Holy Grail War much longer.]

Comments

LANCER IS NORMAL

[ex_cashcow493]

[ It was getting late in the afternoon, but instead of heading to work immediately, Saber finds herself instead moving towards him. Maybe it was to hide away from Gilgamesh (as if she has anything to fear, maybe she just tires of his attempts) or maybe there was some interest in what he reads.

Regardless, she walks right up to the bench. ]

Lancer. [ That's Saber for "Hey there." ] We need to discuss Archer.

[ AKA Bro I'm coming to the guy who's clearly had enough ladies all over him. ]

He has a fascination. I wish to eliminate it. How does one go about accomplishing such things?

TOTALLY NORMAL

[croibhristeoir]

[Lancer noticed her approaching, but didn't think of it as anything threatening in this case. Obviously there was something on her mind, and the former Servant waited for his fellow knight to speak before saying anything himself.]

A fascination?

[He shut the book and set it aside, taking off his glasses as well--there wasn't any point in bothering with her.]

I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Yes you do. ]

It is as I say it is. He has a fascination.

[ "With me." ]

Work with me to eliminate it.

[croibhristeoir]

[...oh. Well. He'd suspected that was the case, but even without direct clarification the fact that Saber was coming to him with this problem made Gilgamesh's intentions fairly clear.]

[Why did that annoy him? Was he still bitter over how things had ended in Fuyuki? ...well, yes he was, but it wasn't any fault of Saber's.]

[The problem was that Diarmuid didn't have the solution she needed.]

[He had experience, yes. Plenty of it--far more than he could remember, with Grainne and Sola-Ui only being the most obvious examples. But there had been nothing he could do to eliminate that fascination or cancel out a divine curse until he'd arrived in this city.]

...I don't know how, Saber. I wouldn't even know where to start.

[C]

[gaveupfeeling.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't nearly so dark that Ledah couldn't recognize someone, particularly someone he'd committed to memory as possibly being important: everyone he'd spoken to or seen on the devices fell into that category. He hesitated for a moment - was he friend or foe? - then began to approach him.]

[He wasn't in such a position of power that he could afford to turn away potential sources of information. He stopped a safe distance away, but close enough for easy conversation.]

Good evening. You're one of those I've spoken to on the devices, I believe?

[croibhristeoir]

I believe so, yes. [Lancer stopped as well, crossing his arms.] You were the one looking for a lance.

[gaveupfeeling.livejournal.com]

That's correct. You asked about my wings, I recall - although most people asked about that. Angels seem to be rare here.

[B]

[crownedexorcist]

[After school, Allen is walking around the streets of Prospero. The sights are familiar to him by now, just...not when it comes to directions. Yes, Allen is lost again.

At one point, he'd find himself walking nearer to where the bookstore is, and would probably continue walking past, when he notice Lancer. He recognise this man.]

Re: [B]

[croibhristeoir]

[Lancer continued reading, though he was perfectly aware of where Allen was. Saber would likely never let him live it down if he was caught off guard by a surprise attack, not that he thought that would be the case here.]

Is there something wrong? [Gold eyes looked over the book in his hand from behind glass lenses and focused on Allen, a small but friendly smile on Lancer's face.]

[B]

[crownedexorcist]

[Allen look a little sheepish.]

I seems to have gotten lost.

[Again.]

A

[nrvn-qsr.livejournal.com]

What is that in your face?

[]

Also- I want books.

[croibhristeoir]

What--

[...holy shit he would never get over how much she looked just like Saber.]

It's nothing. [He took the glasses off--they were rendered completely pointless around other Servants, instead of just mostly pointless.] What were you looking for in particular?

[nrvn-qsr.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[]

We do look alike, it seems.

They give you a, how to say it? Common air. Maybe it does help if your intend to be confounded with an average person. As for books...well, maybe some History texts?

[A] I don't remember if they ever exchanged names...

[realitywarper.livejournal.com]

[Haruhi is a girl on a mission: looking to investigate more about these shadow creatures. Bashing them to bits at the Midnight Hour wasn't helping that much. So maybe there is a book?]

Hey, where's the paranormal section?

[She stops and squints at Lancer.]

Hey, I know you!

...f-ffff i don't remember either /rolls with it

[croibhristeoir]

Paranormal? Could you be a little more specifi-...

[Oh dear, it was that very unusual human girl with the trees and the stars and all that.]

Yes, I remember you.

Pretty sure they didn't

[realitywarper.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you worked in a bookstore. Shouldn't people who are around books all day know all sorts of stuff? So why didn't you know about Tanabata?

[Another mystery for another day.]

I'm interesting in Shadows, and the stuff that shows up at midnight. You know anything about that?

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel is wandering around the book store looking vaguely befuddled. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[sup bro]

You seem a bit lost.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Well... I was looking for the datastacks. I see many tomes here, but I was looking for the data interfaces, but there don't appear to be any. Perhaps you could help me?

[b]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[It's after school now, and she was heading to the book store. Maybe there would be something on the cities history.

It couldn't hurt to try.

She does notice Lancer reading... something, and she does remember talking to him a few times on the phone systems. So she'll walk over.

It's possible that book would be relevant to her interests.]

What are you reading?

[b]

[croibhristeoir]

This? [He glanced over at Homura, smiling faintly.] It's a book on mythology--someone gave me the idea of looking through it to determine just what kind of origin those Shadows might actually have.

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[She'll walk over to him. It'll be easier to talk like this, and the possibly of being overheard would be lower.]

Did you find anything?

[A]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[Lancer might find himself with an accompaniment to his one-man music show if he's not so absorbed in work as to not notice.

Devola is browsing around the store on her own, seeming intent on giving every shelf a one-over. Apparently Lancer's whistling caught her attention and interest; she's taken to humming along with it, matching the tune fairly well.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Oh hi there, not being alone. His whistling trailed off as Lancer noticed the woman nearby, greeting her with a small smile.]

Good morning. Is there anything I can help you with?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She returns the greeting with a smile and a nod.]

'Morning. I'm just browsing, honestly -- though if you've got a section for recent history I'll admit a bit more interest in it than the other tomes.