⚓ 003; [video]

[estantiga]

[It's the Dark Hour. Do you know where your Rider is?]

[Because as it happens, she is out and about fighting Shadows with no more than a pair of flintlock pistols. Which happen to be a pain to reload when your ammunition isn't magical in nature, so she might be in a little trouble. Not that she seems to mind, based on the huge grin on her face and

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[profcharisma]

[It was one in the morning, why were there voices coming out of his living room?]

[Waver walked out of his bedroom, clad only in boxers, and found his couch occupied by a pirate with two huge tracts of land. And she was smoking his good Cuban cigars.]

Wh--

[His good Cuban cigars, the ones that he'd had in his pocket with him when he came here, and ones that he couldn't get more of because of the United States' stupid embargo on Cuban goods.]

What the hell are you doing here!

[estantiga]

Needed somewhere to get away from those Shadows, figured this was as good a place as any.

[Translation: 'I've been staking out this house for days.']

As for what I'm doing right now, sure looks like I'm smoking.

[profcharisma]

So you decided to break into my house?! How did you even find out where I live?!

[GDIT WOMAN]

You are smoking my good Cuban cigars! And, even worse, you aren't doing it properly! Haven't you ever smoked a cigar before, or do you prefer to ruin it?

[He's going to take that cigar from you because goddammit if you're going to smoke his cigars, at least have the decency to smoke it properly.]

[estantiga]

I circumnavigated the world, one city isn't any trouble. You were easy to find.

[don't you mean GDIT RIDER]

Hey--! The hell, I figured it out well enough!

[profcharisma]

[GDIT RIDER, too.]

First of all, you didn't cut it straight across, so now it's burning unevenly. If you're going to cut a cigar, at least bloody well use a sharp knife or the proper utensil so that it isn't a mess.

[Now he has to stub it out and re-cut it for you, neatly this time.]

Secondly, I have cedar matches for lighting cigars. If you use a wax match or, God forbid, a petrol lighter, the cigar will absorb the odors from it and ruin the taste.

[So now he's re-lighting it with one of the cedar matches he keeps in a drawer.]

Thirdly, you've been tapping the ashes off, all over my bloody floor I might add, which only an idiot or someone who knows nothing of cigars does. It's not a cigarette, let the ash fall off on its own. And use a damn ashtray.

[Not that he's letting you have any of these cigars back, dammit.]

[estantiga]

Ooh, aren't we a smartass. Don't need to flip out over it, Lord Melonhead.

[profcharisma]

I'm not 'flipping out', I'm correcting your horrible smoking technique, as you're clearly ignorant on the subject.

[He slowly exhaled a long, lazy stream of smoke.]

Now get the hell out of my house.

[estantiga]

You'd throw a woman out on the streets this late at night?

[profcharisma]

Yes.

[estantiga]

Tough shit, not going.

[profcharisma]

You will leave, one way or another. It's in your best interest to make it as easy as possible on yourself.

[estantiga]

Cute, kid. [She crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back on the couch with a grin on her face.] I'd like to see you try.

[profcharisma]

Very well, then.

Here.

[There you go, have the cigar for a moment.]

[He went back into his room.]

[estantiga]

Oh good, you're finally starting to see things my way.

[profcharisma]

[He walked back out.]

[Rider, there is now a tranquilizer dart in your shoulder.]

I apologize for the use of force, but I do not appreciate your insistent invasion of my privacy.

[He's going to have to thank Kiritsugu for giving him this tranq gun.]

[estantiga]

[FUCK YOU DUDE]

[brb power nap]

[THIS

ISN'T

OVER]