Plaza of the Inca Hotel
Room 207
@Holy Grail “I remind you of someone, huh? The one you served? Perhaps there is someone in this time with a pair,” Lancer says, apparent in his joking. Lancer was a pretty straight forward individual who simply said whatever was on his mind. After all, was there a point to making small steps in conversation compared to large leaps? One could say that a man of his calibre would be completely and utterly diametrically opposed to those who live for others, as his actions seem to only exist for himself, whether it be fighting an enemy or saving someone, it could be said that these instances occurred because “Lancer felt like it” rather than anything else.
“A bit funny considering the position of our relationship now as ‘Servant’ and ‘Master’, eh?” “I just live my life without regretting anything I’ve done. After all, it would be the biggest disgrace to my heroic self if I had regrets, no? If a cute girl is before me, why wouldn’t I call her cute!? Seems like a waste. Besides, I know that deep down all women want to be courted.” Lancer came from a time much less pronounced to the confines of modern individualism. In other words, things such as “night crawling” wasn’t seen as anything too terrible, and it wasn’t as if Lancer didn’t partake in such activities. A man who would be seen in the current culture of political correctness to be a terrible and dangerous individual.
However, one of the main reasons he became who he was today was through the fate of several woman he had attraction to. Lancer did wonder if his teacher ever had someone with the ability to end her eternal life like he couldn’t. If such a man had existed, Lancer should thank them. But somehow he knew that his teacher was still out there, waiting for the day someone could finally end her life. If Lancer was only born a few years before, perhaps he could have been the one to finally end her rightly, but such thoughts were beyond Lancer.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t believe he could have done his actions over and had performed them better with the knowledge, merely that he wasn’t upset with the outcome of his tragic tale. Hardly a man, more than a boy, the knight fought for everything he believed in, only to be betrayed time and time again. Only for tragedy to strike him once more. But it wasn’t as if his life was something he was ashamed of. It would be a disgrace to himself if he had ever considered the idea that “I wish my life happened ‘this way’”. Something that Lancer thought was silly. What happened has already happened. If you are ashamed of what had occurred, simply put, just continue forward with the desire to prevent this from occurring again.
“I gotta say though, glad you are with me. Though I suppose if you said no, I might have had to go there myself anyway.” A man who does as he pleases, nothing more, nothing less.
[Going to: Plaza San Francisco, Just Outside The Bounded Field-Covered Building]
Ravel “Speedstar” Livoria D’Arby
Wednesday, November 17th, 2015
Plaza San Francisco, Luncheon-Reserved Building
@kusanagifire @Unoedipal] “Isabella, huh?” Ravel simply states to the person who had introduced themselves as a member of Dark Amazon.
“It is a pleasure to meet you. As you have been informed, my name is Ravel. Ravel Livoria D’Arby, Pleasure to meet you Ms. Isabella. I am glad for the promotion your ‘company’ is having, being invited as a guest and what for.. I believe it is excellent to have been invited, and I thank you for the privilege.” Ravel bows slightly to the Dark Amazon representative. Simple smalltalk at best. However, simple smalltalk wasn’t exactly a bad thing. As a magus, formalities should always be observed. Whether it is the formality of their craft, or the formality of manners, Ravel believed she had a huge amount of responsibility as the head of her household. Even if she wasn't the head of her household, manners were the most important aspect of conversation. Being genuinely unpleasant wasn’t really a concept that Ravel comprehended.
“Am I the first to show up? Perhaps the other guests would show up in due-time?” Had Ravel been the first to arrive? There seemed to be a bit of an absence of people. Where there those who didn’t believe in being punctual? These ruffians were truly the worst of all humanity. Could they really be called Mages? Well, there was the possibility that Isabella was a magus-cum-Master herself. After all, she was simply there during the instance of the invitation. Though one could assume that “being a member of dark amazon” and “being a master” wasn’t really a mutually exclusive thing.
That being said, Ravel had no reason to distrust someone she had just met. Even if she was competition, she doubted that fighting would be the reason she was called upon during this time. And even if this wasn’t the case, there were those Masters who she would have to fight regardless of the circumstances, and if she had to fight now, that was of little consequence.
“But fear not, I have no plan to crash your luncheon, and killing you would be a waste if I didn’t get my code, no? Kidding, of course.” Lightly laughing at a somewhat morbid joke, Ravel had gone to where the other had stated food was located. After all, this luncheon was sure to start at some point.
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