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route_10652014-10-11 05:25 pm
solas_ion) wrote in route_10652014-10-11 05:25 pm
Entry tags:
☘ // history repeating
Who: Lancer and Carmen
Where: A largely nondescript restaurant on the coast of Goldenrod.
When: Saturday evening
Summary: Lancer tries to figure out what the heck Fate/Hollow Ataraxia even was.
Rating: T for probable descriptions of violence/blood.
Log:
This was the fourth day.
All reason told him that no, it was impossible for the time loop to carry over into Johto. And Lancer believed that, but still there was part of him (instinct?) which remained on edge. For now, the legendary hero in black sat at a table with his head leaning on his right hand, staring out a window at the water. His left shoulder was healing--luckily for him the wound didn't seem to be at risk of opening up again. The arm itself was still pretty limited, and it wasn't hard to tell his whole shoulder was carefully wrapped in bandages.
Fragarach; the weapon only Cu Chulainn could counter. Had killing its owner brought the looping dream of Fuyuki City to an end? Had Emiya managed to handle the rest once Lancer himself had died? His chest and shoulder ached, therefore it must have been real in some measure...but just how real was it?
...And why did it have to be her of all people that was behind it?
People tended to talk to friends when they had problems, right? (He wouldn't really have known; Lancer wasn't the sort to confide in most people.) But if the alternative was this awful headache he was getting from trying to reason the whole thing out after the fact, he'd decided to give it a try. Talking candidly with Emiya about his past had been...what was the word for it? 'Liberating', maybe? Hell if he knew, but maybe asking Carmen here would have a similar effect. And she was smarter than Emiya, so maybe he could make some sense of the whole thing talking to her.
Whether it helped or not, if--when 11:59 of the eleventh ticked right on over into 12:00 of the twelfth, Lancer couldn't help but admit he'd be a little more at ease.
Where: A largely nondescript restaurant on the coast of Goldenrod.
When: Saturday evening
Summary: Lancer tries to figure out what the heck Fate/Hollow Ataraxia even was.
Rating: T for probable descriptions of violence/blood.
Log:
This was the fourth day.
All reason told him that no, it was impossible for the time loop to carry over into Johto. And Lancer believed that, but still there was part of him (instinct?) which remained on edge. For now, the legendary hero in black sat at a table with his head leaning on his right hand, staring out a window at the water. His left shoulder was healing--luckily for him the wound didn't seem to be at risk of opening up again. The arm itself was still pretty limited, and it wasn't hard to tell his whole shoulder was carefully wrapped in bandages.
Fragarach; the weapon only Cu Chulainn could counter. Had killing its owner brought the looping dream of Fuyuki City to an end? Had Emiya managed to handle the rest once Lancer himself had died? His chest and shoulder ached, therefore it must have been real in some measure...but just how real was it?
...And why did it have to be her of all people that was behind it?
People tended to talk to friends when they had problems, right? (He wouldn't really have known; Lancer wasn't the sort to confide in most people.) But if the alternative was this awful headache he was getting from trying to reason the whole thing out after the fact, he'd decided to give it a try. Talking candidly with Emiya about his past had been...what was the word for it? 'Liberating', maybe? Hell if he knew, but maybe asking Carmen here would have a similar effect. And she was smarter than Emiya, so maybe he could make some sense of the whole thing talking to her.
Whether it helped or not, if--when 11:59 of the eleventh ticked right on over into 12:00 of the twelfth, Lancer couldn't help but admit he'd be a little more at ease.
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She frowned a minute, brow furrowing as she mulled things over. That's right, she did remember some of it — in that sort of fractured way that tends to come with knowing information without really knowing why it's important, so that interconnectedness of context isn't quite there to hold it all together.
"And you could've been a...Berserker, instead of a Lancer. They're like slots that legendary heroes can be fit into. Summoned into, rather. By mages? For the sake of a...holy grail that isn't the same one from the King Arthur legends. It's something like that?"
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She did have most of the important parts, from a Servant's perspective, so that wasn't too bad.
"Yeah, there's seven of us--'heroic spirits', we're called--summoned into the classes Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker. The Holy Grail's said to be an omnipotent thing that grants any wish of the last Servant and Master pair remaining, so in an ideal war that didn't take a wrong turn anywhere we'd just kill each other like normal knights."
Wasn't a bad deal, as far as he was concerned.
"Thing is, mages like keeping their magic and all that secret, so the war's fought at night away from your casual observer. I met Emiya on one of the first nights; he was in the wrong place at the wrong time while I was fighting Rin and her Archer."
Who was....also Shirou, if Lancer recalled what he'd learned in Johto correctly. Who knew how the hell that worked. It sure didn't make the other Servant less annoying.
"Policy is 'no witnesses', you know? I didn't like it any more than he did, but rule's a rule. So I stabbed him, realized...maybe an hour or so later that he didn't stay down, so I went to stab him again to finish the job."
Good times.
"That's when he summoned his own Servant, and that's how I met Saber."
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"If that boy and his girlfriend were both Masters, wouldn't that mean they'd eventually have to turn on each other in order to win the Grail?"
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Lancer really was just an absurdly simple person when things came right down to it. His only wish was to fight, so just being in the war itself was fulfillment enough even if it had taken a sharp turn into chaos.
"But that's exactly what it means, in concept. I think alliances are probably pretty normal but only one Master-Servant pair can actually win. That said, if I remember what Emiya said here, it ain't an issue. The Grail was destroyed at the end of the war I was summoned in, so that's kinda that."
Because that was a normal thing to just casually say.