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[irishfriskey]

I'll update this soon and make it real nice

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September 6th

[futhark]

[ One ancient Irishman calls another medieval Irishman to startle him with joys of modern technology.

No, actually, it might be important. ]

Yo, Lancer! Quick question. Have you got a weapon?

[irishfriskey]

[we live in the same temple can't you just say hello

Fortunately, he's started to get used to it, and answers his phone.]

I don't yet. I've only used the ones at the training ground.

September 7th, action

[boneofsword]

[Archer knocks on the door to Lancer's room]

Lancer, do you have a moment?

[irishfriskey]

[Lancer opens the door.]

I do, Archer. What can I help you with?

September 27th, text

[boneofsword]

There's going to be a party, you need a proper formal dress. Let me assist.

[Sorry Dia, it's not even a question, someone is feeling responsible here to dress up all those medieval disasters into proper suits.]

[irishfriskey]

This doesn't sound like a request, Archer.

2nd October, afternoon; voice

[boneofsword]

[If Lancer isn't going to pick up Archer will leave the message.]

Have you seen Caster? He's not answering his phone.

[irishfriskey]

We were training before he ran off. He told me he'd be back right away.

[Which makes Lancer sound worried.]

Maybe he's on a date?

September 30 late night - or is 31 early morning at this point?

[futhark]

((( continued from here ...went for inbox since they left the party already )))


[ He doesn't want to sleep tho, if he did, there is this whole long list of things he'd need to take care of first- get out of the suit, get a shower, etc etc.

But he's not really tired, and he likes lounging- crackling fireplace is always good for that in absence of the sun. And since the memories of stuff that went down with Mai are still fresh in his mind- he doesn't fault Lancer for what happened though, there aren't many things he'd rather keep secret, what went down was due to his mistake ]

Lancer? An honest opinion- [ An incoming question and mellowed tone. Pointless preamble, that man so far has always been honest, but maybe it will work as "don't do your best to make it nice" ] It's been what, a month? What do you think of me as a god?

[ Feedback plz. Pointers? Complaints? He doesn't feel good in this role, but his shinki are his responsibility ]

[irishfriskey]

[oh god is he still drunk.]

What do you mean, Mister Caster?

[He really doesn't know why he's asking this. Of course he'll be honest, and he'll be honestly pleased with what his master is doing.]

let's October 16th [text]

[futhark]

[ You asked for this. I deliver.

It's hard to say WHY Caster is doing this. Maybe it's out of a genuine concern, maybe it's trolling, maybe he's trying to be nice, or maybe it's revenge- for, you know, shipping him with Archer so hard it bent reality and kind of happened ]

Hey, Lancer, I just got some tickets to the musuem. Wanna go? And would you mind if my friend would go with us?

THANKS [text]

[irishfriskey]

Oh, okay! Not at all. Who's your friend?

[He's thrilled. He really wants to spend time with Caster and his friend.]

October 17th - action

[futhark]

[ The museum date has not yet happened, it's a day as every day. Caster had his trip of answering small prayers and now he's lounging before the TV in the hall, and watching whatever happens to be on right now.

When Diarmuid happens to walk by, maybe to get some snack out of the kitchen, maybe to watch the TV too, but maybe he just got back to the Temple too- doesn't matter, he pretends to not be paying attention anyway ]

Hey, Lancer- [ a casual chit-chat nothing else ] -do you have any idea what happened to my old shirts?

[ Boom ]

[irishfriskey]

...Oh.

[Whoops. Well he knew this was coming. But he didn't expect it to be happening now. He pauses for a moment.]

Is there nothing there now?

[MAYBE HE CAN DISTRACT.]

End of the month October

[futhark]

[ One day, when Lancer returns to his room, there will be a package lying on his bed. It's soft to the touch, but not enough to be a pillow. There is no need to ask if this belongs to someone else, because it's clearly addressed to him-

-albeit there is no name of the sender, so it's strictly anonymous gift. Inside, Lancer will find a green patterned shirt exactly his size. What a thoughtful gift it is...

Yeah, guess who just got some money. ]

[irishfriskey]

[It may be anonymous but he knows who sent it.

And he wonders if Caster knew what happened or is just being nice...

He'll need to talk to Archer...]

Sometime around the end of November - Text

[unlucky7]

How much would you and Archer hate me if I got Caster these?

[Following the message are a few pictures of matching hawaiian shirts for humans and dogs.]

Text

[irishfriskey]

I'm actually surprised he doesn't have this already.

It also sounds like you've already gotten them.

Dec. 24th

[sing_for_me]

[ There is a small paper bag in the living area with a small envelope on top, and Lancer’s name scribbled onto it. ]

Merry Christmas, Lancer. I hope this helps keep you warm.
-Alex

[ It is up to him whether he opens it now or on Christmas day. Inside he will find this. ]

December 24th

[pure_radiantics]

[ Lancer receives a hip flask which is etched with LANCER on one side and a swirling downward design on the other. She totally picked it because it reminded her of that bit of his hair hanging down the front of his face. ]

Merry Christmas, Lancer!

I look forward to more chances to get to know you in the new year!

- Kairi

January 17th

[unlucky7]

[When Lancer goes to his room, he'll find a sealed envelope on the floor, slid under the door. There are two pages, all written in Ginia's tidy handwriting.

The first page contains directions on how to run the washing machine and dryer with notes on when to adjust the water from hot to cold, detergent amounts, and other general laundry notes. There are also directions on how to cook scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast on the back of the page.

The second page is a letter.]

Lancer,

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. Maybe I was afraid you'd stop me, maybe I was afraid I'd change my mind, or maybe I didn't want to see you disappointed. I've always been afraid of disappointing you.

I'm leaving the temple. By the time you read this letter, Caster will have already removed my name and I'll be gone. It was nothing Caster did. I broke a promise to him and I'm leaving so I don't hurt him. I'll be okay, I have a place to go. You don't need to worry about me.

Did I ever tell you how much you meant to me? If I didn't, I'm sorry, let me make that clear now. You were always kind and polite to me. You have a great smile. Thank you for going easy on me in sparring but still giving me a challenge. I've always admired and respected you, and I think you must be having a brother is like. Someone I can count on and depend on and even if I'm sometimes exasperated with you, I still care. Thank you for that.

I don't need to tell you to take care of Caster or Archer, so please take care of yourself. Don't forget to take breaks when you train. Go explore the Near Shore on your own. Find a hobby to enjoy, do something for yourself, please.

If you still want to talk to me after this, I'd like that. I also understand if you don't.

Best wishes,
Ginia

[irishfriskey]

[It's not long after this that he decides to send her a text message.]

Thank you for the kind letter. I do miss you, and I am worried about you, even as you tell me not to be. But that is the kind of person I suppose I am.

I always liked having you around. You are a joy to spend time with, and I would like to talk with you again soon.

Don't worry. I will still take care of them until they find me no longer in need of doing so. But I will find something else to do with my time as well.

Please, talk to me again soon, Ginia. I miss you.

January 18th

[futhark]

[ Early morning is when Caster catches Lancer. The routine to follow, the routine they know. Lancer is always training, Caster isn't that diligent he sometimes skips the training- either a confidence in his own skills, or wates time on honing skill he can't really use in Caster form. Perhaps both. Today he joins eagerly, because there is no better way with dealing with sadness over Ginia's leaving them, than a good fight.

Right?

Why not, like talk, about things? But nooo gotta get punched in the face. That's the plan, yes. ]

How about a spar, Lancer?

[ They can try and talk while they go at it. Because while Caster is unwilling to talk himself, he worries how the sudden change affected those who are still his shinki. He's not the only one missing her. ]

[irishfriskey]

[He doesn't really feel like talking about Ginia leaving, for he misses her constantly when she's gone. She's... special. Important. One of a kind. And he wishes she hadn't left.

Training is even more important now, so his mind can stay on what matters most. So when Caster asks for a spar, Lancer really lights up.]

I'd love that, Mister Caster... how do you wish to do it?

[He will fall his master's lead.]

February 14th

[unlucky7]

[On the morning of the 14th, a small box wrapped in dark green metallic wrapping paper and tied with a purple bow is left in the training room where Lancer is certain to see it. Inside the box are four chocolate truffles.

Also tucked into the box is small a green paper crane.]

[irishfriskey]

[He's going to get you back for this, Ginia.]

9th February

[futhark]

[ It's been almost a week since Caster went onto that trip of his. He stays in touch, sending photos, selfies, and short messages regularly. Ireland in winter can be quite a sight, but the timezones and the not-perfect reception of wi-fi makes it hard to keep a conversation.

So in the morning of 9th February he surprises Lancer by-- walking on him in person. Still in pajamas, hair a bit damp from shower- ]

Yo! [ He waves his hand and grins as a hello ] I've decided to drop by for a breakfast.

[ Here it's morning, where he was he was about going to sleep. Then plans changed. ]

How's it going?

[irishfriskey]

[Diarmuid is only in pajama bottoms right now when he sees Caster pop in. His eyes go wide and his mouth turns into a smile.]

Ah, is that so? [He looks happy to see Caster again, but he is Lancer. He has to give his god a bit of a hard time.] What a shame, you just missed it.

[He pulles on a shirt, and chuckles.]

Fairly well. How are you?