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tvklogs2011-08-03 12:22 am
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvklogs2011-08-03 12:22 am
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// wherever I am you'll always be
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.]
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.]
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Good morning. Is there anything I can help you with?
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'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.
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[Lancer looked through the shelf in front of him, picking up a book and holding it out to her.]
I'm afraid I haven't yet found anything on the general nightly occurrences here, but this one did seem to cover the basics of world history as it stands now.
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[She accepts the book, giving it a brief thumbing-through before nodding, satisfied.]
This should do well. Anything more region-specific, by chance? ...For any region, really. it's grasping at straws, but who knows.
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[Lancer handed her the book in question, smiling as he did.] Besides, I'm sure there's another copy here somewhere.
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[She accepts the book graciously, though, nodding.] If you don't -- well, I was going to donate whatever I snagged here to the library. So, they'll be easy enough to pick up again. Or actually, talking 'bout the nighttime stuff sounds you've got one of these things...?
[She withdraws one of the standard smart-phones and looks to Lancer questioningly.]
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How long have you been here, if I can ask?
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