001 ✿ Aon
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
[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.]
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[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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[...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.]
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[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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Cú Chulainn.
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[He didn't move to attack--he couldn't have even if he needed to, thanks to Mayfield. Unarmed and very much off guard, Lancer just put his hands in his pockets and awkwardly tried to think of what to say.]
Did you...just get here?
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...Yes. I woke up here this morning.
[He turned slightly from his father, looking at the houses along the street.] This isn't what I heard Tír na Nóg would look like.
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[Which meant...Connla was in a different one. Fuck Mayfield.]
It's not any kind of afterlife, Connla. The truth's a hell of a lot more complicated.
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Nobody lives after being struck by the Gae Bolg. I know that just as well as you do.
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Yeah, that's true. [Unless your name was Saber or Shirou Emiya. Or Archer, but FUCK HIM he didn't even get hit.]
Listen, it's...complicated. Not everyone here died before they showed up. I don't know how it works yet, but that much is fact--some of us should be dead, but we're not.
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[He still wasn't looking at Lancer.] I was surprised when I woke up. I don't think you can get much more dead than me, but here I am.
[He shook his head.] I don't like it, but I guess I don't have a choice.
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One thing at a time, I guess...Who else was in the house you woke up in, did you see anyone?
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[He's not going to tell him where he lives, though-- not that he expected his father to care or want to know.]
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[Could be one of a hundred girls in this town.]
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Great... Where was it?
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