Knight of Fianna

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[☼]– ❝Whew, that was scary.❞ Sayumi places her hand over her chest to calm her racing heart while her other hand holds onto the nearest branch in an attempt of keeping herself balanced. Stupid dog. Don’t get her wrong though. Sayumi has always considered herself an animal lover but there is that one particular street dog who doesn’t seem to take a liking to her for some unknown reason. She had done all her best to try and get to its good side by offering it treats and whatnot but the situation will always end up with the canine barking and chasing her away.

She had seen it being friendly with other people though. So unfair. It’s the least of her worries now though since it had eventually decided to leave her alone much to her relief. The brunette shifts her gaze down on her watch, realizing that it’s getting late. Her mother might start looking for her. With that in mind, Sayumi adjusts the strap of her backpack before… wait a minute.

❝E-Eh?! How did I get up here?!❞ She shrieks in panic as soon as realization struck her straight to the face. She must have been so terrified of the dog that she didn’t even realize that she had climbed up a tree just so it couldn’t reach her. And now that the fact that she’s far from the ground is slowly dawning on her, Sayumi feels herself quiver in fear as her grip on the branch tightens.

     Jogging over to her, he glanced up with a sort of look of concern and admiration. Whatever had caused the girl to traverse that far up the tree certainly had put some effort into the girls need for putting some distance between the two. His best guess was some sort of animal or a frightening person of sorts--pausing at the concerning thought.

     “ Young Miss, are you alright? ” he called out from below. At the distance that was between the two it was hard to tell if she was injured, but at the panic stricken look across her face it was certainly something Lancer could not ignore. 

     “Come this way,” He began, turning down the hall to return to where he’d ventured out from. “My apartment has a ton of things wrong with it. The lights are burned out, the stove doesn’t work, and the TV’s all funky. How good are you with technology?” He asked with a glance over his shoulder. Of course, his exaggeration might have been obvious, but he wasn’t entirely untruthful.

     The door to his apartment was left unlocked. A simple turn of the handle created an opening, allowing the very small yips of a small black dog to be heard as she padded to the entrance. “Pome,” He greeted kindly, picking the Pomeranian up immediately as he held the door open with his foot.

     Although while being summoned to whatever era Lancer would already know of the time and it’s happenings and technology, the actual act of working with such could sometimes prove more challenging than one would hope. The Heroic Spirit however was never one to turn away from a challenge, and so he did not say any words of refusal at his request.

     “ I am familiar with your technology however... ” before he could say anymore as they entered the young mans apartment a strange smell met his nose making it crinkle in reply. Eyeing the young dog in his hands, he walked in, eyeing the obvious troubles with the apartment. 

Absorbed in unanswerable questions, she could not pinpoint the moment at which the dark-haired knight came into her sight. A spectral semblance, one that made her doubt the evidence before her. Coincidentally (or not) it had been an eve much like this that preceded their first meeting. The city had been still, time idled away in the pleasant company of a noble lady to whom her thoughts oft turned, even now. That tranquility had been comparable to walking along the needlepoint, ready at any moment to give way. Shades of nostalgic feelings rose to the surface, the fragile nature of peace known well to the Servant of the Sword - the city framed in picturesque shades liable to be torn down from canvas without a moments notice. And here, the shoe at last dropped.

     He finds some amusement in her reaction, if only at the shock that fills her blue eyes and then the hope that dazzles into them. She didn’t seem to believe it--neither could he and yet here he was. Regardless of what had brought him back into the world he was grateful for at least this chance to see her once again. Perhaps even a chance to feel that sense of joy he so yearned for, for their steel to clash once more as true knights of honour. “ So you too were summoned, it seems that fate is truly working in such mysterious ways. Last I had seen of you it had-- ” He almost hesitates for a moment but the tone in his voice does not falter. “ --been certainly less than pleasant, disastrous I’d say. However... ”

A voice dragged him from his mental disapproval, stole his thoughts as he twisted his neck and found a pair of treasure-gold eyes glinting back through the dim light of the venue. Such eyes seemed to tell tale to a thousand bouts of knowledge, perhaps secrets stolen in the flash that they reeked whenever the stranger titled his head and whenever the roaming spotlight from the dancing floor beneath them flickered towards their shared direction. At first Gerome hesitated. Conversing was hardly a choice activity regardless, even less so once his mood had plummeted and he wished to be alone with the night and a great expanse of sky. For it was this late hour so usually that he flew upon the back of the only being to understand his qualms and to share that disliking for places such as this. However, he felt TAUNTED.

        “ Does any part of my person befit such a place? Why settle for just my demeanour – not that it is any of your business – when the entirety of my form EASILY belongs elsewhere. “

The final word sounded, he lifted the glass once more to his lips before finishing off the final specks of water within. The heat of the place was beginning to lay thick blotches of red upon the lids of his eyes and cause his body to feel exhausted entirely, but he doubted anybody would notice such a thing. He remained still, a statue of obvious self obedience as he remained angled towards the stranger yet making no means whatsoever to pursue a sudden friendship, especially following the other’s rude intrusion. He did muse aloud however, setting the glass upon the bar before sliding into the seat beside the golden-eyed stranger. The cup was soon refilled, however this time instead of the cooling fill of water as it had been prior, it was now a deep and rich crimson. For once, Gerome failed to protest to such an offering.

     From the way he held his drink to the way he carried himself however, Lancer could also tell this man was unlike the others. That this stranger knew his way around a sword--or perhaps even an axe. That this stranger was a soldier.

    “ That is a good question, ” Lancer approved, small smile on his visage as the bottle briefly touched the pink of his lips. He took a moment to let his words sink in. “ Why exactly would you be in such a place should you detest it as much as you say do? While it is indeed none of my business, and for that I beg your pardon, it seems as if you have more to say on the matter than you care to acknowledge. ”

     He hoped his words did not sound as presumptuous as they could be interpreted; despite the fact Lancer knew there was certainly more to the man of few words, it did not necessarily mean he would speak especially to such a stranger as himself. Women he was all too familiar with, he knew them like the back of his mind but men.... They were entirely different beasts. Waving over the bartender once more, he shook the empty bottle in hand before handing it towards him, another full one replacing it, a hiss and a pop sounding from the bottle being opened. It was cold in his hand, perspiration dripping down but it did not bother him as he took another sip. Lancer shook his head to himself.