Heaven's BBS | Text

[irishfriskey]

When: October 3rd - 8:00 am
Who: Lancer

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Sorry for the early message.

Has anyone seen Mister Caster? Archer and myself haven't seen him since he ran off yesterday.

[ooc: SOMEONE got themselves killed in Add's plot... I won't name names, Caster.]

Comments

[lookingforhead]

I haven't, but I'll let you know if I see anything.

[irishfriskey]

Thank you. As soon as possible.

[stonebird]

I will keep watch and instruct my shinki to do likewise. (If he cannot be found alive, some closure can be had with a body.)

[irishfriskey]

Thank you. Do you know what he looks like?

[He's not sure if you and him have met and he wants to make sure everything is okay.]

[stonebird]

I believe I have seen him on the BBS? I could be mistaking him for another. Would you mind giving me a description so I am certain?

[irishfriskey]

He has long blue hair, is often carrying a staff, and wears only blue. I haven't seen anyone who looks like him, I hope that's enough.

[stonebird]

Yes, that should make him easy to spy, thank you. I am curious: is blue hair common in your world - or his? Is it natural?

[irishfriskey]

Ah, sorry. I'm a shinki. I can't answer that.

[stonebird]

Forgive me. I was only curious. If one wished hair that color in Westeros, they would need to dye it.

[irishfriskey]

No need to apologize. Did you have anyone with blue hair like his back home?

[stonebird]

I cannot recall anyone. If they exist, they must live in the East. I think I have heard of men dying their beards various hues there.

[irishfriskey]

I would like to see a colorful beard. That sounds very interesting!

[stonebird]

I would too. Hair color in the North is rather dull in comparison.

[irishfriskey]

If I can find my god, maybe I can ask him if he's seen beards the same color as his hair.

[boneofsword]

[Archer's phone is still out of range in time of this announcement, just like Caster's.]

[irishfriskey]

[great now everyone's dead, diarmuid is just going to go stab himself through the chest brb]

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[boneofsword]

[It's afternoon when Archer finally returns to Far Shore. First thing he does is sending the message.]

Lancer, are you home?

[He's coming back on foot, not in his usual leaps from one tall tree to another. It takes some time to reach Caster's temple and Archer looks like he's been through hell and back.]

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[irishfriskey]

I am, yes.

[When he heads to the door to see if Archer is there, he blinks at what comes in.]

Where were you? Are you alright?

[boneofsword]

[Archer's first reaction is to say that he is, but he pauses and, after a moment, shakes his head. He's immersely relieved to see the temple is still there, since it means Caster will return.]

Caster is... [he pauses for a breath,] gone.

[and braces himself for whatever happens next.]

[irishfriskey]

...Caster is gone?

[His eyes got wider before he looked down for a moment. The temple is still standing, so... is he really gone?]

...Are you sure?

[boneofsword]

I saw him die.

[Archer's usual bluntness got even worse. He's tired and a bit snappy, but seeing Lancer reminded him about his duties. As an Exemplar he had to take care of his fellow shinki. Not that Lancer needed it anyway, being a grown man.]

Sometimes gods come back. Usually without memories of their stay here.

[irishfriskey]

I... see.

[He doesn't want to make Archer more upset here. He's definitely not in the mood to be asked questions like this. After all, they're both in the same boat.]

Then... let's make sure the temple is clean in case he returns. He can at least return to something tidy.

[boneofsword]

[Some of Archer's earlier tenseness vanishes. For a second it looks like he wants to speak, but he just shakes his head. It's something they both have to focus on right now.]

Yes, that's what we can do. I trust you- [to keep yourself alive, out of trouble and to not make rash decisions. It's not something he can say, after all.]

[irishfriskey]

...I'll make sure not to betray your trust.

[Lancer looks at him worriedly. After all, Archer's definitely not looking calm and cool like he normally does. He lets out a little sigh.]

Let's keep busy, Archer.

[boneofsword]

[It's a relief to find Lancer safe and unharmed after everything broke down. It's a further relief to share the burden in a company. Together they can take care of the dogs, clean the temple or train until they fall flat on their faces. After Archer gets some rest, of course.]

I don't think I'll be up for training anytime soon, so right now I'll stick to cleaning.

[irishfriskey]

That's fine. When you're ready.

[He would rather just clean up right now anyways. He looks around.]

...I had a horrible thought. His closet is still here.

[boneofsword]

[It may be an attempt to lighten the mood, but Archer is aware that some of Caster's fashion choices are questionable.]

Are you thinking of making a bonfire? Well, losing his collection of terrible hawaiian shirts is a small punishment for being stupid.

[irishfriskey]

I've been in discussions with someone to make him clothes. He has my measurements and can make some changes.

[Which means that they absolutely should burn that collection of terrible hawaiian shirts.]

[boneofsword]

Right. [Archer nods.] Gather some firewood and I'll grab all of his ugly shirts.

[Sorry, Dia, but right now Archer doesn't trust himself around any sharp objects, even if it's such a simple task like trimming wood.]

[irishfriskey]

Of course.

[Lancer has kept himself very busy, however, and it only takes him a few moments to gather some firewood. There's a large pile out in the back. He throws it all into a pile and waits for Archer to return.]

[sing_for_me]

He ran off somewhere without telling anyone where?

[irishfriskey]

We were training and then he noticed something and ran off. I'm not sure where he went, and I'm worried.

[sing_for_me]

If I see him, I'll definitely let you know.

[irishfriskey]

Thank you. I'm certain he's okay, but it's been a long time.