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[riastrad_ridire]

[introspection]

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A: [ Action ] - Downtown Mayfield

[inababanchou]

[ Let Souji distract you temporarily from your magus woes, Lancer. Souji is coming out of the hardware store with two bags of charcoal briquettes both on his shoulders. Also half of his exposed skin is wrapped in bandages and he has a wicked swollen black eye, but because he has the peripheral vision of a man looking down a tunnel he'll just ram his charcoal bags into you. ]

[riastrad_ridire]

[Oh, that was unexpected. So much so that Lancer actually stumbled just a bit at the sudden impact.]

...the hell're you doing?

[Also on his mind: 'What truck ran you over, kid?']

[inababanchou]

[ With a quiet grunt Souji bends over and puts them on the ground. He looks pretty terrible, actually, but he cracks a small smile. ]

Hey Lancer. Grabbing charcoal for the pool party so we can grill.

[riastrad_ridire]

Okay, better question.

Who 'd you piss off so badly they decided to step on you?

[riastrad_ridire]

[Go ahead, Rin. He's not going to stop you.]

[Hope you can read Gaelic.]

[riastrad_ridire]

Don't bother. I seriously doubt Connla can translate that for you.

[Not even looking up from what he's writing, nope.]

If you want to know, you could easily just ask.

[riastrad_ridire]

Yo, Nina.

[He didn't raise an objection and hardly even blinked when she took the notebook. Lancer was more than confident that only three people in Mayfield spoke the language written on its pages--a version of Irish Gaelic at least two thousand years out of date. So whatever it was he was writing, there wasn't much chance it'd be common knowledge.]

How're you doing? [Lancer shut the second notebook in his hand, leaning on the bar with a smirk.]

[riastrad_ridire]

Me? I'm fine. Same as ever, pretty much.

And don't worry about it--far as I'm concerned there's nothing to apologize for.

[hontobakabaka]

[Walking into the bar, aiming the full force or her apathetic deadpan at the disapproving drones she sits down and looks around.]

"Hello?"

[riastrad_ridire]

Yo.

[He shut the notebook, giving Ruri a slight wave.]

Somethin' I can do for you, kid?

[hontobakabaka]

"Two things. I need 5 bottles of high proof liquid, preferably 180 proof or higher for an experiment. That and I'm told bar tenders are the poor man's psychologist and I need to get into the adult mindset on something."

[riastrad_ridire]

[Well, that was unexpected. So much so that sure, you get five bottles placed on the counter.]

Whatever, go ahead.

B

[sanctusdei]

[Hey there, have a half-drunk Theo wandering up to your table. Don't mind him - he remembers Lancer from his previous stay here. They actually managed to get along, somehow.]

Hey. There you are. Thought you fell off the face of Earth. Mayfield. Whatever.

[riastrad_ridire]

...?

[He glanced up, faintly confused; Lancer thought he was done with running into people that apparently knew him.]

Have we met?

cuz his mun kept forgetting to tag him sooner, sob

[sanctusdei]

[He looks confused. He'd figure out the answer if he wasn't so tipsy.]

What? 'Course we have. Not like I know a bunch of guys with long blue hair or somethin'.

awww ;3;

[riastrad_ridire]

Sorry, you don't look that familiar. When'd we last talk to each other?