[center][h1]Lancer[/h1]

[sub]Interacting with [@Grey][@Turboshitter][/sub][/center]
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Lancer nodded in response to the extended instructions, unable to resist a wild grin coming his face. He got to fight already? He'd expected this to be some sort of cordial meeting between masters but this was much better. He hoped it would be a good one. Lancer waited eagerly for Sos to give him the signal, which was probably him rather impressively destroying the window. Well, for a human anyway. Lancer's tensed body sprung into action, he propelled himself forward at impressive speed through the wall, his eyes immediately locking onto the scrawny oriental boy with glasses and brown hair, luckily there were not multiple scrawny oriental boys with glasses and brown hair, but Lancer felt as though he could've picked this one out regardless.

Lancer's spear glimmered briefly with red light, as though reflecting his eagerness for battle. However judging by the reactions of those in the room this was indeed [i]not[/i] to be a hostile encounter and the light faded with this realization. What a disappointment, ah well, he'd really been expecting too much with his kind of luck. At least there were two shapely ladies there, [color=teal]"Lancer at your service, not to worry, I won't be assaulting any ladies unless they ask for it."[/color] Lancer said with a dashing wink aimed somehow at both the ladies in question, flourishing his spear before resting it across his shoulders lazily and leaned back against the wall he'd come through. [color=teal]"I assume the scrawny oriental boy with glasses and brown hair, apparently also known as Mr. Mizushima, does not need protecting."[/color] Lancer asked, though he was pretty sure of the answer. Which meant food, with a lady no less, though lady might not be the most accurate term for the women in bed Lancer decided to use it anyway.