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[ In a way, he kind of figured; that'd be a reason to take it personally.

While he mulls over this, Lancer clears his plate, settles back, and orders hot tea for the both of them in completely native Japanese, which the waiter looks mildly surprised by. ]

Got caught up in mage business?

[She replies while chewing...]

Don't 'member.

[She swallows and blinks at the hot tea, wrapping her gloved hands around the warm cup.]

It took a long time for someone to come though. [There's a pause and she exhales heavily, taking a long drink of tea.]

We'll make it quick. Promise.

Well, if it's a fight they want, it's a fight we'll give 'em. Remember?

[ If there's anything shady going on, he means. If this is her way of dealing with her past, well; he's not averse to helping. ]

If you're not gonna eat that last piece, I'm taking it.

Fff. [She rolls her eyes, but seems to relent.] Next time, I get the last piece.

[If there even is a next time. But Lien doesn't want to think that far ahead into the future, or at least the future where she won't be sharing her time with this Heroic Spirit anymore. One thing at a time, please.]

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[Nighttime at the construction area in the other part of the city is eerily empty, making it easy for Lien to bypass most of the tape offed areas or ignoring them altogether. One glove is off (her left hand; she's keeping her Command Spells hidden just in case) and every so often, she kneels down to graze the ground with her fingers.]

Ugh. Working with just flashes of memory is hard.

[ Lancer, on his end, has his hands on his hips, nose towards the wind as if he can sniff out anything unsavory if he needed to. The air smells thicker here, heavier, as if someone's taken it upon themselves to draw all the energy around the surroundings and amass them here.

Brows furrowed, he scuffs the ground with his new shoes. ]

We're definitely headed in the right direction. The air smells rancid.

[~~Good dog.~~ Lien nods, pleased and stands up.]

That's good to hear! Glad to know that our trail's just getting warmer.

[From what she could "see" and mulling it over in her own mind, Lien manages to piece together something. The children were going home in this direction; they were feeling fatigued before, but it was worse in this area and further up ahead... They couldn't have gone that far, not unless the perpetrator(s) were hidden in plain sight.]

Mmmmmm. [She taps her forehead before deciding on another direction.]

There's an office building that was getting a makeover a little further up ahead. I bet the police already checked and found nothing, or if our kidnappers were using different tricks, redirected them instead. Let's go there.

[ The change in direction has him wrinkle his nose again, indicating that they're on the right track. Under that veneer of impassiveness, Lancer does have a yardstick of morality that he abides by; he barely bothers hiding his displeasure, now that it's a real presence instead of words on the news. ]

It's probably a Bounded Field, if anything. Smart for keeping civilians out, but stupid as hell against people who can sense them.

Are Bounded Fields something you can break, Lancer? Or am I going to have to magic it out of the way, myself?

[ The frown recedes a bit, replaced with a hint of exasperation. ]

That depends on what they're keeping out, stupid.

[ hairruffle. ]

Was that really warrant-- GAH!! [She's always gonna be caught off guard by hair ruffling and she swats his hand away.]

Well, we're gonna have to break in either way so... Brute forcing it is then!

Chances are, if we can sense it, they're not doing a good job of keeping us out.

[ And this time, his lips curl up to show sharp canines— clearly, someone is ready for a fight. ]

Brute force it is.

[... Well, he IS a warrior, she reminds herself. The past few days had been casual, cautious interaction, trying to interpret the duties of Master and Servant and (sort of) magus and spirit familiar. Lien needs to remember his true purpose and her role as well. So she crosses her arms and nods.]

Mm. That's right. All the other reasons aside, I guess we're technically seeking out a true fight in this War.

You better win, you hear me Lancer?

Heh, do I look like I need a warning? But alright, I haven't shown you what I can do yet, so I'll give you that much.

[ Another quirk, still showing teeth. ]

You better not have gotten me motivated for nothing.

Then let's hope they try to give us hell then, hm? Let's go.

[She says this lightly as opposed to jovially. Perhaps she is taking the possible conflict seriously.

Several more minutes of walking and they finally reach the office building in progress. There's literally not a soul in sight, but the aura surrounding the perimeter is palpable.]

No mistake about it. There's gotta be someone or something in here.

[ And with that, there's a flash of pale light wherein the clothes that Lien bought for him are replaced with the usual blue suit and armor. Gae Borg taps against Lancer's shoulder, red cutting through the inky black of the surrounding aura. ]

Yeah, and they don't seem like the type who'd welcome us with open arms. My favorite.

I wouldn't open up my arms for party crashers either.

[She squints her eyes at the front gate, trying to parse its structure and the barrier around it.]

Now, if there's a weak spot...

[ A tilt of the head, as if he has no idea why she's bothering, and then...

...he swings his lance, slashing right through the gate's hinges before kicking it down. ]

Found it.

Edited 2014-12-05 01:14 (UTC)

Oh, okay.

[Did she freak out? KINDA. JUST GONNA STEP INSIDE NOW]

[#JustCuThings

The poor gate clatters heavily to the ground, and Lancer steps over it...rest in pieces. ]

They barely made an effort with this. Bet they didn't think a Master-Servant combo would come investigate, huh.

Maybe. Probably didn't think any of us would give a damn.

[As they enter the first floor of the building there's an echoing laugh; a woman's to be specific. It makes Lien stop, blinking.]

Guess security's still up and running though.

[ A low whistle, and Lancer looks up towards the ceiling. Though his usual demeanor, that casual offhandedness, hasn't gone away, there's a sharp glint that suggests that he is, in fact, most in his element when he's about to fight. ]

Sounds like it. What a drag— I'm fine with fighting women, but I'm not too keen on killing them.

[She's about to remark on that last part, but there's more laughter and then several flashes of white ghostly figures that are levitating above them.]

Okay, but what if they're not corporeal women, Lancer? What then??

[Sarcasm what]

Then there's the problem of me not being able to ask her out on a date.

[ Down, boy. He's kidding, of course, and he gets in fighting motion, crouched slightly towards the ground with his lance hoisted, ready to strike if he's given permission. ]

But if she's already dead, yeah, I wouldn't feel too badly.

You sir, are quite the cad aren't you?

[She rolls her eyes, but grins, but kneels on the floor with one knee and one hand on the floor.]

Cover me. I'm going to see where the kids are being kept.

Easy.

[ And as soon as he says so, one of the apparitions swoop down to send a blast of energy their way— more flashy than powerful, really, given that Lancer's able to deflect it with one swing, breathing a short laugh as he bounds and severs the ghost in half. ]

Enjoy the fireworks, kiddo!

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