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Characters: Shiki Ryougi and YOU! (i.e. open log)
Date: September 17th
Format: Preferably action spam, but I'll match what you tag with!
Content Warnings: Possible vague references to some gorey acts, but other than that nothing.
Summary: Even without any desire to do anything or even live, Shiki can't really stay in one place forever.

[It's a bright, sunny day when Shiki finally steps out her assigned room and into the actual city. She'd spent the last while trying to get used to walking around without her sight in her room, but frankly, there were some things she needed that she just couldn't get in that place.

Like a decent kimono for one. You'd have to be crazy to think she'd keep wearing the hospital given one. Of course, the only problem was... y'know, getting to an actual store. Rather than wander aimlessly about, Shiki decided to take a seat at whatever sort of seating area was close by. She listens for footsteps and when people pass by. When it sounds like someone's close enough...]

Hey. You over there. [Yep, the girl with bandages wrapped around her eyes is calling out to you. Nothing strange about this at all.]

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Generally. For the moment, it's just a title.

[It would take some walking to reach the markets, so Lancer occasionally stole glances backwards.]

You're rather perceptive, I'm noticing.

A title for what? [As far as she knows, titles are usually more for lords or queens or what-have-you. It's a bit curious admittedly, and it's not like she has anything better to talk about.

At that though, she shrugs.]

I guess so.

My class. It's just a marker for what I'm skilled in, honestly. [An obvious one only when he's armed. As far as he looks to others, Lancer wears the appearance of a slacker more than a warrior.]

You don't. Do you not have a comparison for yourself?

Huh. You some kind of warrior or something? [Somehow it's taken a conversation like this for her to realize how odd a place she's in now.]

Comparison? Not really.

You could call me a warrior if you want. I'd call myself a knight, but people in this day and age associate those with fancy armor and big white swords.

[He chuckled under his breath, shrugging his shoulders broadly before reaching into his clothes for a cigarette beyond the depleted one.]

Frankly, I didn't expect you to follow me so well. No one I've known could follow me in stride with their eyes bound. Rarely ever with their eyes wide open, too.

A knight, huh? Guess this place really is filled with all kinds of people.

[At that, she shrugs. It's not like she was used to doing something like this, but when you've been training for your whole life and all...] It's not that hard if you know how I guess.