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[uberchickmagnet]

[Greetings, Mayfield! Whoever and wherever you are, you may or may not be surprised to see a new face wandering around your street. In fact, if you look close enough, you'll find that they're very much handsome...and also somewhat in distress, even though he doesn't seem to show it. While he does look kind of suspicious to some of the people, all

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[uberchickmagnet]

[Are. Are you serious. He. What. Uh, oh man.

Diarmuid simply glances at her with a raised brow, but he shrugs off to continue wandering around some more. He was probably in the way of wherever she was going to, right?

...right?]

[uberchickmagnet]

[FFFFFML ;;

After a few minutes, he quickly turns around. Let the confrontation begin!]

Excuse me, but did you need something, miss?

[riastrad_ridire]

[Odd was indeed a good word to phrase this. There was the vaguest sense of familiarity associated with this new face, the ever-so-faint feeling of something Lancer couldn't quite place.]

[He shrugged it off--probably nothing, after all--and instead addressed the passerby's words.]

It's not. At least, not as far as I know.

[uberchickmagnet]

[Diarmuid stops in his tracks as he turns around to look at him. Weird...this guy looks familiar, but he can't quite place as to who it might be.

In the meantime, he'll stare right at him with an apprehensive expression. Judging from his reply, he seems to be from his home world, so he must know something.]

...is that so? Well, then. If you don't mind me asking, just where exactly am I and what is this place?

[riastrad_ridire]

A town called Mayfield. Now that you mention it, it does almost function like a Reality Marble, but it's been around way too long. Not to mention there doesn't seem to be any magic as I know it keeping the place going. Basically, this is a location that disregards all sense of time, reality, and logic. We're all stuck here, and stuck without anything we had at home.

And I suggest you get used to things here, odds are pretty good we'll be here for a while.

[Lancer sighed and shrugged his shoulders carelessly.]

Call me Lancer, while we're doing the whole introduction thing.

1/2

[uberchickmagnet]

Hoooh, really now? I guess that explains why neither of my spears are here...amongst other things--

[redorblueshot]

[Once Diarmuid decides to come home, he'll see the sight of a girl dressed in a young housewife outfit, dutifully sweeping the porch. (Seems your poor drone wife insisted that she sweep outside instead of in the living room.)]

[uberchickmagnet]

[Master, I'm ho-

Wait, she's not Kayneth. In fact, she looks nothing like a magus! What the hell.]

Ah. Erm...hello there?

[redorblueshot]

[Smile smile] Hello, sir. Are you a friend of one of the drones here?

[uberchickmagnet]

[Raises a brow.] ...er, drone? I'm not sure what you mean by that.

[kinpika]

[Everyone is so sneaky or demure. Gil isn't. He just laughs at the familiar face.]

Hahahaha! What an absurd observation!

[uberchickmagnet]

[Oh god, of all the people to run into...]

Maybe for you, it is. However, I have already gotten the basics from someone else, so you do not need to tell me.

[kinpika]

Good because I tire of explaining the same tripe.

[uberchickmagnet]

Even so, shouldn't it still be the king's duty to help out his subjects whenever he can?

[lunawolves10th]

[A huge knight looks over to you as you walk by, and says, overhearing.]

What is a reality marble?

[uberchickmagnet]

Hm?

[Oh crap. He's been heard!]

Oh, it's nothing to be concerned about, sir! I was merely musing about something ridiculous, that's all.

[lunawolves10th]

This place is quite ridiculous, if you ask me. Good day. I do not believe we have met before. I am Garviel Loken.

[uberchickmagnet]

So you say. However, I've yet to see as to how unusual the place is.

And no, we have not. I am new here, so it'll still take me a while until I finally settle in. [He holds out his hand to shake.] A pleasure to meet you then, Sir Loken. I am-- [He pauses for a moment. Crap, he can't say his real identity! Plus, he can't say he's Lancer because what if the guy has already met the other one?] ...Dermot Dubhan. Pardon me for asking this, but is there anything of interest here, aside from the bar?