a high chance of NTR today; (CLOSED)

[ex_cashcow493]

WHO: Saber, Lancer, & Lancer
WHERE: Goldenrod City
WHEN: June 9th
SUMMARY: GLITCHES GET BITCHES I don't even know. There's two Irish heroes of old and female King Arthur. There's a high risk they'll all end up in jail.
RATING: PG-13 at least
LOG:

[ Saber's excitement can hardly be contained and it shows in the way her step has a little more bounce to it as well as a new ribbon in her hair. All this effort to meet up with a comrade and blah blah blah more internal Saber angst that's common with her entries. Let's switch it up by making this hilarious instead.



Let's see who can get drunk first, the world or these three knights!! What a way to celebrate a routeversary, right??? ]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Lancer 2.0 was already on his second pint by the time we join this narration. Irishmen, amirite.]

[Anyway, he'd seen a glitch or two in his time here and was more or less unfazed by the odd goings-on. What seemed to have his attention (other than the alcohol) was Saber herself. She seemed oddly...well, happy. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was still terribly strange for her.]

[Then again, the unexpected new addition to their group had Ireland's favorite murderhound in a pretty decent mood himself.]

[ealaigh]

[Meanwhile, Lancer 1.0 was a bit behind compared to the other one as he just started his second pint, following his own pace and not entirely being influenced by Cu Chulainn's drinking speed. Well, for the moment anyways.

In any case, Saber's... cheerfulness had been something he's not really used to, so he's not saying anything yet during this moment.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Third pint here. Where does it all go??

Saber's equipped with an endless stomach for food, so naturally liquor falls along the same path. She doesn't even realize it herself as she just beams (as much as a stoic knight can) towards the two. ]

Have your travels been well? How fortunate we are to have you here to stay with us, right Lanc--errr.

[ This is going to get confusing quick. ]

[riastrad_ridire]

Just use my name if you want to make it easier.

[The two Servants had already covered the subject themselves. It wasn't as if this one cared for secrecy at all.]

The trip wasn't so bad on my end, though I kinda feel like I must've missed a couple days again. [He shrugged.] Guess it got us here sooner, so I'm not complaining.

[ealaigh]

Speaking of that—

[After gulping down his second pint before saying that, he's placing the glass back on the table before continuing.]

Are those kind of events common in this place?

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Looking towards her companion in blue, Saber nods as though to understand the request. Honoring it, on the other hand, is a much larger task. Even if she's told people here they can call her Arturia, wasn't it strange that she's unable to bring herself to call the others by their names? ]

Not too common. [ For Saber, common is walking into twenty Pidgey in the same patch of grass in an interval of a hour. ] Every few months, but lately it seems as though we are able to remember strange things.

It may be some kind of dream? The theories are endless among the people here.

[riastrad_ridire]

Weird shit like this happens from time to time--I'm not really sure why, but as far as I know it doesn't really seem to hurt anything.

[He shrugged, none too concerned about the state of the world they were in at the moment.] You get used to it after a while.

[ealaigh]

I suppose I should get started as soon as possible, then.

[He's going to continue drinking at least.]

So, Saber. What have you been up to recently?

[He's heard bits and pieces about the Breeding Center, and he's actually quite curious about it too.]

[ex_cashcow493]

Huh, me?

[ Why is the topic turning towards her suddenly? A small frown, then: ] I have kept myself busy within this world. Lanc-err, my apologies.

[ She's so nervous when it comes to saying his real name even that she fumbles again apologetically before recovering her courage. ]

Cu Chulainn might even claim I busy myself too much, no?