[RL with Lancer - you will have a social life, damn you.]

[unknownrival]

It was a wonderful gift to just have a temple and be able to drag anyone he wanted to it with no questions asked by the monks - all of them knew about the strangeness of the community by now, so one man in armor barely raised eyebrows amongst them.

Issei racketed through a closet full of clothes, occasionally pulling out sets he thought were in Lancer's size. "Let's see... The selection is more limited than I'd remembered, but you should have a decent choice of what to wear from these. My apologies, I thought there were more."

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[croibhristeoir]

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"What."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"It's as it sounds."

Had he been explained viruses yet?

[croibhristeoir]

Not that one.

"I've heard of remarkably strange things happening, but certainly not that."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"That one is popular, I've been hit by it a few times. I've been brainwashed into having memories of another life, been turned into a small cuddly animal, a great deal of things that would be difficult to explain to your Master."

[croibhristeoir]

"...And I suppose closing the book and forgetting I ever saw it would do nothing."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"It would be likely to make matters worse."

[croibhristeoir]

"I knew I should've simply ignored Kayneth-dono's bookshelf to begin with."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"It would have found you. I'm sorry, but you're stuck until released."

[croibhristeoir]

"Oh, wonderful."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"It's not as bad as it sounds."

[croibhristeoir]

"I would certainly hope not."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"I'm still alive after three years, aren't I?"

[croibhristeoir]

"Yes, I suppose so."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"So that much is good. I'm sure you'll come out stronger from whatever you go through."