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Lance had to admit that he was Meister-less and therefor not even halfway to being close to being able to demonstrate his full potential. And for some reason, as hellish as it had been, killin it had felt almost easy. It had only taken three well placed Hawkshots (his currently strongest attack) to take it down. But somehow the thought of being strong enough to warrant such attention was weird. Scary in that he'd gotten the attention of an apparently powerful enemy, but somehow it was slightly flattering. He didn't feel like admitting to this thing that he'd had some help--from the Madness that had started to seep into him--in his accomplishment.

But as he mulled it over, that question came that he'd tried so hard to not let out of the bag. His response was automatic, as if he'd been hard-wired to say exactly the same thing every time.

"I am Lance Archer, son of Jack "Dead-Eye" Archer, former Death Scythe." Lance felt a small explanation was in order just in case this dragon had never had the misfortune of being caught in his dad's sights, so to speak. The second bit came instantaneously, with no chance to respond to the first. "He is a man about six inches taller than myself but otherwise I've been told we're almost identical right down to the eyes. In weapon form, he is a large crossbow." Large was a bit of an understatement. Lance had seen jack in weapon form...Lord Death needed two hands just to hold it, let alone aim and fire. Put simply, if one could imagine an over-sized rifle and warp he shape to that of a crossbow, one would have a close approximation of Jack Archer's weapon form.
Soul Count: Kishin Egg: 0; Witch: 0; Demon: 0
Fight Song: Screaming Bloody Murder -by- Sum 41
“No one can deceive what is meant to be…”

Lance was being given more and more to think about as his conversation with this dragon went on. Half the things he was hearing made him wonder what was really so bad about the kishin and witches. The other half almost confirmed it. But for all he'd told his new company, he knew nothing himself about his captor or captors. And even then, the word didn't seem quite fitting.

"Well, you now know who I am, what I am, who my father is, and we both know essentially why I'm here. All I have is a name and a theory. Tell me about yourself a bit, about this place, and this Scorpio woman who you say brought me here. If I'm to be a prisoner, I would know my captors." But all these questions were nothing compared to the one he was dying to have answered. he'd asked it twice in two different ways and both times the answer had been skirted around but never answered outright. He knew this dragon knew something, that much was obvious fro the way it purposely stayed vague. And Lance just had to know what this Scorpio chick was planning on doing with him. But he kept his mouth shut on it for now.
Soul Count: Kishin Egg: 0; Witch: 0; Demon: 0
Fight Song: Screaming Bloody Murder -by- Sum 41
“No one can deceive what is meant to be…”

Once more, he was torn. She'd saved his life, only to (from the sound of it) use him for something not very nice. But what niceness had anyone ever shown him? His own father, the only family he had, would have left him back there to his fate. But...she's evil and clearly has no problem disposing of those no longer useful to her. She was once in the DWMA. Then it hit him and he spoke before he could stop himself.

"s**t, I'm supposed to start there tomorrow!" he said with too much anxiety. He ended up moving and agitating his injuries that had finally ceased to hurt as much. he winced but it was obvious he was thinking about attempting to stand. <******** it, I ain't going anywhere like this," he said more to himself than anything. "Occasional captive...and what's she been known to do to them?" Lance ventured. Maybe he could try and con the dragon into revealing something, although Lance had one or two guesses as to what he might be in for. He'd seen too many movies and read too many books not to have a pretty good idea of what he may or may not be in for. His stomach let out a low and almost angry-sounding gurgling growl and Lance pretended he hadn't heard or felt the churning of hunger that was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
Soul Count: Kishin Egg: 0; Witch: 0; Demon: 0
Fight Song: Screaming Bloody Murder -by- Sum 41
“No one can deceive what is meant to be…”

Well, he had his answer. That he'd pretty much have to wait and find out. As the dragon looked up, Lance found that he could just barely read its expression s being thoughtful, a bit of impatience...and he could almost have detected a hint of real concern. He had no idea how he could be so sure.

The Eagle Eye wasn't known for giving such incredible intuition. Only two members of the Archer family line had ever been able to use their Eye to predict the future, but it had been a very imperfect prediction process. According to one urban legend, it was only the oldest and/or most powerful of Archers that could use their Eagle Eye for reading minds or telling the future, and even then, it came with decades of training. It was an unnerving legend that had been told through many generations. The visions given had driven one of the two literally mad just hours before he committed suicide. The version Lance knew said that he'd been found with a frightening grin on his face and in his own blood he'd written on the ceiling "I can see." The other could only ever see what MIGHT happen. His visions, while always accurate, were subjective to the decisions made by those the visions involved. And they only came in his sleep. Lance had never heard of anything beyond the stuff of parlor tricks occurring in his lifetime. Intuition, mind-reading and telepathy, and one who'd claimed he could see through any attack or defense with it. All stories that were always told by someone who who knew a guy that was related to some girl who was cousins with so-and-so's fiance, who'd once dated the person the story was about.

Maybe Lance had just spent so much time getting to know the dragon that he'd begun picking up on its body language. Yeah, that had to be it. Lance Archer was too hungry to give it more credibility than that. he ignored his stomach but it was determined to be heard as he asked the dragon one last question.

"What's your name?"
Soul Count: Kishin Egg: 0; Witch: 0; Demon: 0
Fight Song: Screaming Bloody Murder -by- Sum 41
“No one can deceive what is meant to be…”

How terribly unimaginative. Lanc would have to remedy that by given g this thing a name. It felt rather rude to only call it by its species. "How terribly unimaginative, I'll have to remedy that," Lance said with almost no hesitation. "But...for now, I am weary. Mind if I..." but it was too late. LAnce was asleep so fast that he was out lirerally before he finished the sentence. Apparently the trauma and stress of the past couple hours had finally caught up with him. Always a sound sleeper before, Lance was essentially dead to the world now. As he entered REM, a name passed his lips and he smiled as he said, "Eleanor..."
Soul Count: Kishin Egg: 0; Witch: 0; Demon: 0
Fight Song: Screaming Bloody Murder -by- Sum 41
“No one can deceive what is meant to be…”

...... ~Why don't you come right at me?
........... ~Let's see what you can do!
.................. ~I bet you can't even touch me!

As the Dragon sat and watched over Lance, Scorpio appeared through a portal. It was clear that she had used that technique to take out her enemy. The one where she goes into full madness, doubling her strength and such... She took a couple of steps before passing out--the side affect of using that. Scorpio laid there for what seemed like could have been fifteen... maybe less... minutes before waking up, good as new again. The Dragon could sense that she had finally entered her own domain and stood guard. "Ah! Dragon, I can see you've been watching over him..." She said as she walked up to the Dragon. "Good job." She added, approaching the boy. He was asleep... Without any warning, she picked him up and slung him over her shoulder, as though he were just some object like a blanket or a towel. "You're comin' with me." She walked into her "lair" or whatever it should be called. Headquarters? Main residing area? Eh, whatever. It wasn't like it mattered much to her.

Walking in, she semi-gently (gently isn't so gentle for those who have giant metal machines for hands...) put Lance down in a room. It was a plain room: white-tiled floors and ceiling, every wall was a giant mirror. It was surprisingly cold for a room inside a volcano.... "Oi, kid, you awake?" She asked him, kicking his side.











~Thinking: Glad that is over.... Now to deal with this kid.~
~Feeling: Indifferent~
~My Life: Click here! ~

...... ~Why don't you come right at me?
........... ~Let's see what you can do!
.................. ~I bet you can't even touch me!

Scorpio laughed at Lance's threat. He's trying to defend himself in his condition? How pathetic... She thought, seeing that he had taken some kind of stance of defense. She raised her arm, aiming her giant metal hand at him, ready to fire at any moment. "If you fire, I fire." She responded with a smirk. Scorpio could tell that he was weak, and probably out of energy. She could understand why. I mean, the kid did take out that giant crystal b*****d an hour or so ago. His lack of energy didn't surprise her.

She took one step forward, her fist just a foot away from his face. "Weren't you going to do something if I got any closer?" She laughed again, now for a bit longer than before. "Pathetic." Scorpio put her hand back down by her side. "I like your stubbornness, though. Reminds me of someone I used to know." Kicking him once more, she sighed. "You don't know why you're here, do you?"










~Thinking: Nice try...~
~Feeling: (I don't feel like putting anything here.)~
~My Life: Click here! ~