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[Though Lancer had expected something after all that, he'd almost been hesitant to open the envelope when it arrived. What had he owned that could fit into an envelope? Sure, his runes had come back written on a piece of paper, but what else was there? Well, only one way to find out.]
[Inside was nothing more than a card with a design on it, vivid red on black.]
[The sudden shock hadn't been entirely expected--it was a sudden quick rush of magical energy that was almost overwhelming. Lancer had gotten so used to the human body Mayfield stuck him with that he'd nearly forgotten just what it felt to be in the form he belonged in. A quick inventory of the situation--he couldn't summon his armor, but that wasn't a problem. He'd just fight in normal clothes, then. Armor wasn't really a big deal as far as he was concerned.]
[There was just one thing to take care of, then.]
[A; 311 Miller Street; late morning]
[He'd kept himself in spirit form to conserve energy for the short time it took to get there; Lancer had definitely missed his speed if nothing else. So, there is now a Servant appearing in your kitchen.]
Rin? Hey, I need to talk to you.
[We're working on a time limit here, tsundere, hurry up.]
[B; around Mayfield; late afternoon/early evening/after infinitemana thread]
[Wandering the city was a lot less boring now. Tonight you might just see someone running around and jumping from streetlights to rooftops more or less silently; he's quite enjoying this change of pace, obviously.]
[The only downside was that now he had to get used to his own reflexes all over again. Ah, well. he couldn't really complain if it meant he was mostly back to normal.]
[If someone were to say something to him, he'd more than likely stop given the pretty decent mood he was in. And if he saw someone he knew, he'd just annoy them anyway.]
[Inside was nothing more than a card with a design on it, vivid red on black.]
[The sudden shock hadn't been entirely expected--it was a sudden quick rush of magical energy that was almost overwhelming. Lancer had gotten so used to the human body Mayfield stuck him with that he'd nearly forgotten just what it felt to be in the form he belonged in. A quick inventory of the situation--he couldn't summon his armor, but that wasn't a problem. He'd just fight in normal clothes, then. Armor wasn't really a big deal as far as he was concerned.]
[There was just one thing to take care of, then.]
[A; 311 Miller Street; late morning]
[He'd kept himself in spirit form to conserve energy for the short time it took to get there; Lancer had definitely missed his speed if nothing else. So, there is now a Servant appearing in your kitchen.]
Rin? Hey, I need to talk to you.
[We're working on a time limit here, tsundere, hurry up.]
[B; around Mayfield; late afternoon/early evening/after infinitemana thread]
[Wandering the city was a lot less boring now. Tonight you might just see someone running around and jumping from streetlights to rooftops more or less silently; he's quite enjoying this change of pace, obviously.]
[The only downside was that now he had to get used to his own reflexes all over again. Ah, well. he couldn't really complain if it meant he was mostly back to normal.]
[If someone were to say something to him, he'd more than likely stop given the pretty decent mood he was in. And if he saw someone he knew, he'd just annoy them anyway.]