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[Lancer sat out in the middle of one of the streets of the Industrial District, one hand holding his mirror as the other held a carrot, which a grey-coated stallion with glowing red eyes was eating out of his hand. He didn't seem to really notice the horse biting close to his fingers as he spoke.]

I'm lackin' in terms of entertainment as of late. As interestin' as the game is, I miss huntin' in deep forests. I'm not sure if it's just kids playin', but I bet there're good games around, sport or not. Know any?

[A black horse suddenly shifted in front of the mirror, reaching over to try and get the rest of the carrot, one red eye passing in view before Lancer moved the mirror away.]

...If you two can't share, I'm dismissin' you. You don't need to eat.

[The horses ignored him, suddenly butting heads and making deep snorting noises just before Lancer overturned and hit the floor, his mirror falling aside.]

Shit! I told you two--! [Just in view of the mirror, the grey and black horse butted heads and raised their hooves, beginning to fight. Lancer glowered up at them, muttering.]

Shouldn't have summoned you idiots...

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Great. More hoofbeastkin. Just what I wanted to see around the place.

[The sarcasm is strong with this one]

No. But I'll let you find out what I mean for yourshellf.

...Hoofbeastkin? It ought to be tough to find anybody like that. [He assumes she understands what he means--that he was born at the same time as those horses, so they're destined to be his war-horses.

No one ever gets that, which he finds weird.]

For one horse to be born on the day you were born is luck, but two--my mother was ecstatic. Right now? I'm feelin' anything but. [Since now he's pulling one of the horses to the ground to keep him from stomping him.]

So you'd think but lucky me got landed with one all the same.

And why, exactly, do I care that you've all existed the same amount of time or that once again you're whining about taking care of your weird pets?

Er, I dunno? I figured you just wanted to talk, which is why you bothered to respond.

And, y'know--stick around. [Shoving Dub's face into the dirt.]

Shell naw. Was just givin you the heads-up on Team Zahhak. Ain't really my thing to put up with someone who's only gotta complain about shit that could easily be fixed.

I dunno who these guys are, but it sounds like you dislike 'em. Or, well--you're just bein' generally cynical.

Instead of bein' vague as if to beg a deeper sort of conversation, why don't you just dish if you're so interested in gettin' out of talkin' to me?

Nope. Bein realistic. But if I tell you, you're gonna whine and complain that I ain't bein fair or some shit or whatever you got all wrapped up in your net about my attitude.

So I guess, have fun figuring it out when they shore up.

I'll do that anyway.

At the very least, you won't be torturin' yourself by talkin' to me more than the bare minimum of necessity.

That's for shore.

[And cue one more forked conversation]

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