[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]

"It's fine, I really don't need anything particularly special."

Lancer didn't quite seem nervous--the Fianna weren't the kind to feel or to show fear. But he was far out of his element at the moment, having come directly from a night of combat in the first major conflict of the Holy Grail War. As he glanced around, it seemed as if Lancer must have assumed the shadow of death was trailing behind him...or the shadow of a very dissatisfied magus in blue.

And there was more than that. For while he remained in the hotel, the only woman he needed to concern himself with was Sola. As far as he knew at that moment, her magic resistance was such that he wouldn't have to worry.

But here, out in the open and visible in a crowded city? This was literally holding up a brightly colored 'HI I AM CURSED SO LOOK AT ME' sign. And that just added on to Lancer's short but incredibly heavy list of concerns.

To Issei, however, he most likely just looked like an unnerved person with a sudden odd complex of worriedly touching the right wide of his face.