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

[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.]