001 ✿ Aon

[murderpuppy]

 A.  (At 311 Miller Street)

When Connla woke up, it was not with a giant hole in his chest, as he had expected.  In fact, much to his surprise, there wasn't a mark on him-- not even the little scars from cuts and scrapes he'd gotten during his training with his mother and his aunt.  It was as though he had never been through any of it; as though it

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[murderpuppy]

[Oh, hey, there was a girl here.]

[Dammit, he just finished getting stabbed by one guy, he didn't want to start getting poked full of holes again by another.]

W-why would he do that?

[murderpuppy]

He does?

[Usually he'd met someone before, you know, they started detesting him.]

[Sometimes, it was really unfortunate to have geasa on him.]

I cannot tell you my name.

B, natch

[riastrad_ridire]

[It was almost a shame; the few days up to and including the prom had left Lancer happy in even a place as miserable as Mayfield.]

[But this was the point where the universe noted 'hey, that dumbfuck with the blue hair is in a good mood' and realized 'well, we certainly can't have that'. This, in fact, was the point where everything would take a sharp turn for the least expected things that could ever happen in that town.]

[Did he realize this, walking down the street and minding his own business? Of course not. He was kind of an idiot that way.]

[murderpuppy]

[He was coming down the street towards Lancer; he was barely fifteen feet away by the time he noticed that blue hair and confident step and realized who it was. How could he have forgotten the face of his father, after all?]

[He stopped dead in his tracks and froze.]

[This was the man who had just stabbed him in the chest. The man who his mother had said abandoned them; who didn't want them.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Lancer froze as well when he saw who was ahead of him. Of course he recognized Connla, he wouldn't dare make the same mistake a second time. But that was impossible. Beyond impossible, it couldn't happen.]

[...but why not? Lancer himself was a heroic spirit from a near-forgotten time. Saber, Gilgamesh, Diarmuid, Alexander...how many here were from an age spoken of only in legends now? The only thing that made this impossible to Lancer was that he hadn't expected it.]

[riastrad_ridire]

[He had made a mistake in fighting Connla, Lancer knew that know. He had been stupid, ignored Emer's attempts at warning him, and gotten too caught up in the fight itself to think for half a second about what he might be doing.]

[There was a reason Lancer did try now to control his emotions and think rationally both in and out of a fight; he knew what kind of things happened when he didn't.]

[The former Servant glanced away for a moment, trying to straighten out what he should do now. An awkward, crooked smile twitched across his face, though he knew this wouldn't be easy.]

...good to see you again, Connla.

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[fatesjanitor]

[Archer won't be there in the morning, but if Connla comes back home in the afternoon after exploring he'll be in the living room with a newspaper.]

[murderpuppy]

[He wasn't exactly going to be coming back in a good mood-- not after he'd had a wonderful reunion with his father.]

[He shut the door behind him.] Who are you?

[fatesjanitor]

Doesn't matter. Who are you?

[murderpuppy]

If you're going to be living in this place with me, it does. Otherwise, what am I supposed to call you?

I woke up here, so I suppose I'm going to be living here with you. I told the girl to call me Cuán, so you can use that name for me, too.

[A] sorry for the intensely belated reply, just got off hiatus! ;;

[tacklepounce]

[ A strange boy sneaking around her house early in the morning? Nepeta's not ruffled; to the little alien girl, this means she has a new victim to stalk!

... so there'll be a grey-skinned, candy-corn-horned kid wearing a bright blue animal pelt. Following him through the house. Let's hope he catches on quick, because if he doesn't, she's more than ready to pounce. ]

No worries! :D

[murderpuppy]

[Connla was trained to be a fighter-- being oblivious was one of those things that would get you killed.]

[MY SPIDER SENSES ARE TINGLING]

Hm?

[He turned to look behind him.]

[tacklepounce]

[ Aww, her hunt's been cut short. There's only an instant's disappointment before she's flinging herself at him anyway, unarmed and mostly harmless but all too good at tackles.

It's pretty dodgeable if you're not, you know, busy being freaked out by the alien kid who wants to sit on your chest. SUP CONNLA HAVE A CATGIRL. ]

Hi!

[murderpuppy]

[He'd never seen a girl with candycorn horns pounce at him before.]

Agh!

[Hello, catgirl sitting on Connla's chest. It's nice to meet you.]