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[ulsterhero]

despite the enormity of the city, ( in addition to having the occasional duty to patrol it ), it was safe to say that he had grown accustomed to it’s vast network of street-walks and points of interest. maneuvering around has almost become second-hand nature; even with the mystery behind the sudden influx of new faces wandering about and the disappearances of familiar ones.

--- and this ‘new’ face in the district was both a surprise and yet, somehow expected. the spirit origin was not mistaken and neither were those long, drab-like clothes.

“ y’know, givin’ away your back like that is just askin’ for trouble. anyone could’a decided to push you over --- ” in which, he closes the space between them and slaps a hand on the caster’s shoulder in a strong greeting. enough restraint was mustered to not be that person who would dare send the other into the river. at least --- not yet.

“ what’s up, elderly me ? you’re looking as sulky as ever. ”

The city was too large and had too much to offer except for the taste of a good fight. Without a Holy Grail, there was little reason to fight, without his power, there was little reason to fight. Without a fight, boredom could become a dangerous enemy. And what was worse, mana flowed so differently in that world and the nature’s rhythm felt worse than a song in drunken Pictish.

Still, he had plenty of time and not a single penny in his pocket. 

Caster leaning against the bridge’s railing overseeing the peaceful river below. Soon, the cycles of the seasons would start again, the silence of winter would bloom into spring. 

He’d had to get to work at some point, and eventually pick with a certain individual.

But not yet. Being a Caster already sealed off Gáe Bolg and now they had sealed off his magic! That hurt. Caster inwardly groaned at the thought, his head lowering, the long bangs pooling on the railing. It was worse than a scheme woven by Medb and Morrigan together.

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@lunadriven 

lunges of a spear pierced through the reedy shadows of bamboo stalks, followed by shouts that drowned out the gurgle of a nearby lake. perhaps it was odd to begin a ‘training’ regimen under the guise of a full moon, but it has been some time since the last spar; the last encounter --- there was so much fighting spirit left to burn.

footsteps, however, quickly tears him away from focus. his stance now lowered and eases into standing, as the lancer beholds the individual that stepped into the clearing. blue-haired, a scarred face, dark clothing --- some kind of night-time delinquent ? 

“ hah ? didn’t think anyone else’d be here at this hour ... ” with a shrug, he dismisses the thought and sinks the end of the spear into the ground. a rather blunt thing it was becoming; such frequent use marked the wood with obvious wear. “ well, if you’re lookin’ for a spot, sorry. this one’s already taken. ”

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the buzz in his pocket wakes him from the lull of an incoming daydream; a graciously needed break in the idleness of a listless day. fishing out the phone and reading off the message, from ‘gramps 2′, his brows begin to furrow. albeit tone cannot usually be discerned through text, the berserker’s was clearly demanding and cryptic --- was it an actual emergency or was the old man being ... an old man ?

geez. a short ( and rather reluctant ) response was swiftly typed up and sent, before he gathers his belongings and heads out towards townhouse 236.

to: gramps 2

txt: fine omw txt: a pls can’t hurt tho

“ yo,” he announces his arrival, walking towards alter with an exaggerated sigh and a hand rubbing his neck as if this ‘urgency’ was nothing but a huge pain. “ ya better have a good reason for callin’ me all the way --- ” the start of a complaint rapidly gets cut short with the sound of a bark. a brow is raised, but his attention is now perked. interested. “ hey, since when did you get a dog ? ”

@ulsterhero // Fetus, Probably

…it was back: the infuriating dog that paced to and fro, without schedule, by the steps near his townhouse. He didn’t know where it came from, nor why it had started a peculiar habit of patrolling this area. It seemed to think there was a constant source of food, what with the way it would sniff the ground and circle back around several times. Maybe an old roommate fed it, or maybe—did he feed it himself before?

Come to think of it, he probably did throw out a scrap recently to make it stop barking. Now, the little thing yipped and yapped as soon as it noticed him, with eyes that said:

‘Food! Food is here!’

No, food was not ‘here’ or anywhere nearby. But its hopeful cries only grew louder and more incessant as he reached into his pocket. No doubt it was expecting a hidden treat, rather than a phone.

TO: Baby Lancer

TXT: townhouse 236 TXT: cotes ward TXT: now. 😒

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@virmentis​

“ oi, good timing ! ” his eyes set upon a passing stranger, a curt smile sent their way in friendly greeting as he approaches. in need of a person, the first one to come across his line of sight was bound to be invited. he continues, “ they’re ‘bout to have some kinda new booze on the table for tastin’ and nothing’s better than drinkin’ with company --- ” 

a new, dazzling mystery glass that will leave you trying to guess it’s flavor --- or so, it was advertised. others have already begun to line up in front of dionysus’ chalice for the night; pairs of two and groups of three, all having the same motive in mind. lancer gives a nod towards the crowd, expecting the man in question to agree, “ you look like the type of guy to enjoy one. so join me, huh ? ”

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renaissails‌:

“Lancer.” Both a greeting, and an unexpected surprise. With how closely behind his back his partner would often be, now that she stands curiously glued to the windows of the many shops, it leaves his behind quite vulnerable.

“I do suppose you have a point. But there are so many interesting things to buy that I can’t really decide on one…” Or rather, Oryou often asked for far too much, and while he does have some money, it’s nowhere enough to quench her needs. “Though we look quite normal to an outsider’s eye, it probably seems weird for us Servant to be material of objects. Well, it is an unique experience…” And honestly, as a Counter Guardian of all things, too…. Would it really be fine to indulge? “Could it be that you have gotten used to it yourself?” This more… “normal” way of life.

“ eh, you can say that ... ” be quick and adapt; a style he has adopted not only for the heat of battle, but also into a lifestyle itself. the island setting was proving to be a melting pot of experiences, both new and old. each moment would be faced with a certain excitement or curiosity that allowed him to meld nicely into this ‘normal’ life. but, perhaps, that was only because of his outlook and age.  

“ it’s not too bad to get yourself somethin’ once and a while though. c’mon, live a little, rider ! ” he jests. spirits of heroic origins, and counter guardians, clearly deserved to indulge themselves in times like these. his attention turns towards ryouma’s partner, whom seemingly remained attentive to the materials beyond the glass. “ well then, what ‘bout the missy ? ”

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avalonianking‌:

“She doesn’t need to know what she doesn’t need to know, Lancer.”

“ it isn’t very nice to keep important secrets from master, saber. ”

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avalonianking replied to your post: “ — ho ? so the holy knight actually has it in...

DON’T TELL AYAKA

“ no promises. but, i don’t wanna be the bearer of bad news an’ watch the little missy’s heart break either. ”

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“ --- ho ? so the holy knight actually has it in him... ”

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@renaissails 

“ oi, rider --- ” he greets them, giving the man a friendly pat on the shoulder. the occasional spotting throughout the wards, mostly found window shopping like so, leads to a direct approach from lancer.“ standin’ by the windows all the time ain’t gonna make things any cheaper, y’know. why dont’cha actually get somethin’ for a change ? ”

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sotouso‌:

“What? School…? Hahaha! Good one, big guy! I’m actually on my best way to rule this whole island very soon, soooo, as a little piece of advice, more respect towards me wouldn’t hurt, y’know! Then I do have a ton of followers already!” It was a lie, but how else should he get any respect with his height. Not that he minded too much, to be seen as a kid either though, it had it’s benefits too of course. The liar still stayed still for a while, until he couldn’t hear anyone walking pass that alley again. Only then he started moving from his spot and started looking around the area.

“Hey, hey, don’t be so mean! Meeting me doesn’t have to be a bad thing! How about we have some fun together, Mr. Grumpy? You look lonely… and a little pathetic too. Did your date stood you up or somethin’?” The real reason why he didn’t want to part already, was just in case that ‘gang’ that was pissed at him, would return to haunt him. In the meanwhile it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun with whoever that ‘old’ (to Kokichi at least) dude was. 

“ hah --- ? ” island domination; not only did their appearance gave off a child’s impression, their manner of thinking and speaking did so too. and it was in those words that seemed to have unintentionally plucked a tender nerve. “ oi, aren’tcha the one who came in here whinin’ to have ya protected ? y’should be showin’ me some respect. ”

he deepened his frown and leaned in close, holding the expression for mere seconds, before releasing a sigh. he wasn’t gonna stay agitated at the ramblings of a child and actually ruin his day. “ well, whatever, ” he admits and eases back with the roll of a shoulder, “ somethin’ fun, huh ... ? you hungry, kid ? ”

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righcuthach‌:

TO: Baby Lancer

TXT: i’m not stupid TXT: but you might be if you think that’s a selfie TXT: how sad 😞

to: gramps 2

txt: rly ? txt: but u b lookin like a potato  txt: some times 🤔

[ulsterhero]

to: gramps 2

txt: so u know how 2 text ? txt: and take selfies ?  txt: 😲

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TO: Baby Lancer 

MMS: [ ??.jpg ] TXT: 🤔

[ulsterhero]

i need to pick up my activity here, so here’s a starter ad ! they’re likely gonna be minis or small starters, since i’m dragging my dead brain around to write. capping at 3 ! castmates included.

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righcuthach‌:

“If I trip, I’m taking you down with me. You would fit nicely three feet into the ground.”

“ tch --- that’s nice, but there’s still gonna be three feet o’ me left. ”

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😈~

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS | not accepting😈 - Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

“ man, ya really got me, ” he says, despite showing no signs of surprise or fear at the small rascal that popped from the shadows of an alleyway. a scout around the streets of spirale under the flush of moonlight leads to a variety of encounters — one played as a prank was not short for change. however, amusement is clear in tone and demeanor as he laughs; ever the casual. 

“ nice try though. next time, pick a sorry lookin’ guy — ” or one of those drunks that roam the sidewalks and alleys. “ anyway, what’s a toddler like you wanderin’ around this late ? ”

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“ then, come at me ! try not to trip over your own two feet while you’re at it ! “

@ulsterhero // Baby Lancer ––cont. from here

“Run and we’ll see which one of us will end up with broken bones.”

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i'm putting you back into your crib. :/

“ --- oh ? you’re gonna have to try and catch me first, and ya wouldn’t want to break any of your ol’ bones doing that. so why don’tcha sit back down on your rocker, gramps ? ”