ᵀʳᵒʲᵃⁿ GUARDIAN.

“Aha, so you know just as well as anyone! My apologies, Lancer of Troy!”

A friendly SMACK onto the man’s back was given; hopefully Hector wasn’t hunched over.

“I don’t mind it. Better recurring talk of love gained and lost than foreign policy, wouldn’t you agree?”

     jostled by the friendly thump, lancer nearly lurched forward a step-- oof, that was going to throw out his back for a while. he hunched over slightly, reaching back to rub the back of his neck with a crooked smile, as if to nurse the ache washing over his posture.

          “ ahh~, i ‘spose you have a point. ” he sighed, ” they sure like beating that dead horse sometimes though-- well whatever, it can’t be helped. ”

“The island, on occasion, goes through bouts of this. It’s pretty interesting to see what kind of antics arise from the chatter, though, isn’t it?”

          “ that so~? ” what could he say? he didn’t much care for anything these days, much less the opinions of others. all the same, he shrugged the matter off, “ ah well, people just like to talk, i guess-- and sometimes start fires or get naked outta nowhere, but hey, who’s keeping score anyways? ”

     ♪ At his seemingly heartfelt thanks, the blonde simply offers up her hands gently for a moment as if to assure him that it’s not a big deal… And in her mind, it really isn’t. Helping others has always been a large part of her, after all.

     ❝ It’s no problem… But I’m Akaela. So; what is the name of my drinking partner for the evening? ❞

          hey, she seems pretty swell; it wasn’t often people offered to help out strangers like that. with a broad smile, he would return the favour in kind--

dreamscape starter call! like this post for an event-related starter; capping at three!

i’ll briefly summarise his possible memories for this event below--

his time in okeanos, as a servant to jason and searching for the holy grail.

life in chaldea, among the other servants, under his master, ritsuka fujimaru.

his life in troy as its prince, with his family.

the trojan war (and his battle with achilles).

      ☁ ❝ Maybe but even so, it was a lot of hair to be smacked in the face with at once, ❞ the worried reply is immediate as the summoner leans forward towards the stranger, offering her hands out should he need her assistance for any reason.

     Though her brows still remain furrowed with concern, there is something about this stranger… That almost seems familiar to Rydia. Why this is she couldn’t say for as far as she knows, he reminds her neither of anyone she has come to know back home nor anyone else within this city (thus far, in any case). What a strange thing it is, to have your mind tell you that someone is familiar to you and yet you yourself know nothing of them.

      ❝ Hmm. That’s true, though; if you hadn’t been looming behind me, then this probably wouldn’t have happened, ❞ and while she smiles, the summoner does, indeed, have a point. 

      ❝ I’m sure you must have had a good reason for doing so, however. ❞

          “ is that so? ” he grinned, lifting his right arm to flex it in jest, “ good thing this old man is pretty tough then, huh? ”

     he faltered upon her remark, then reached back to scratch at the nape of his neck, laughing it off awkwardly. she was pretty frank, wasn’t she? he felt a little strangely about the situation, although he couldn’t quite place why. since when had he cared about a little misunderstanding on occasion? well whatever, it wasn’t as if he was without reason, “ hahaha, y’got me! i thought you looked familiar, so i was trynna take a peek without bein’ too conspicuous, but that really backfired, huh? ” there’s a reason he’s not an assassin class servant, after all.

     ♪ ‘ Your luck and mine both, ‘ Akaela wants to say but for now, she refrains from doing so. Instead, the blonde tilts her head curiously at the other as he immediately suggests his desire to go for a drink… Though frankly, she can relate to that plight.

     ❝ … I do. I can show you the way to the tavern, if you’d like; I think I might want to pop by in there for a bit, as well. ❞

     a grin spilled onto his features. that was a relief-- he didn’t want to be wasting time wandering about, trying to finding a decent place for a drink, “ oh? really? you’re a life-saver! ” and softening his expression, he added--

          “ it’s fine, it’s fine-- if i couldn’t handle a little hair in my face, i wouldn’t be very good at my job. ” he waved off her concern with that smile staining his weathered features as always.

     it was his fault for getting distracted anyway. figures-- he lets his thoughts get away from him for one second, something he makes a point of never doing, and he gets met with a face full of someone’s hair. as befitting his demeanor, lancer chuckled it all away, even as the stranger fussed over what he thought so trivial. there was something endearing about the way she cared so much over something so small; inconsequential, almost, and he couldn’t help but let a little warmth ebb into his expression.

                                                            ---she was something else, huh? 

      ♪ ❝ Don’t worry… This city only gets more troublesome the longer you’re in it, ❞ and though her expression remains stoic, her tone suggests that she is merely making a jest.

the ill-fated hero of the Iliad; Hector was first and foremost dutiful to his country, his family, and his people. a master of the spear, sword, and battlefield, he was Troy’s greatest soldier, unchallenged by all but one.