[In Goldenrod today, there's an individual in
armor; mostly black and dark blue. His new Christmas present, and he can't say he's complaining. He'd definitely missed the armor he wore when he was still alive, much as he liked what he'd been summoned wearing.]
Hang on, it's January second? [He seemed to act like being in full armor in the middle of Goldenrod was completely normal. More so with a Houndoom sitting at his side.]
...I've been here for a year and didn't even notice. [A sigh. Lancer seemed faintly bothered by something, running a hand through his hair. It had been a whole year since he arrived in Johto--how long had it been since Connla disappeared? Too long, he knew that much. Then, almost inaudible:]
Damn. That means my birthday's coming up, isn't it? What do humans do for that?
...tch, whatever. Come on, Olldóiteán. [The video cut out at that; later on Lancer could be found still in armor with his Houndoom beside him, sitting on the roof of the Goldenrod department store.]
[ooc: Still on hiatus, so oops slow Nao is slow.]