Midsummer Bash

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: Lancer, the people he invited to the party, and everyone else who wants to stumble in
Setting: Floor 25, July 5, afternoon
Format: Open
Summary: Lancer throws a party for midsummer, since the Tower obviously needs a breather.
Warnings: None so far.

[To be honest, Lancer wanted to have the party in the evening, sometime around twilight. That would have been the most romantic time for it. Unfortunately, when in the Tower, one had to account for things like monsters. As a result, he had to hold it during the afternoon. But it wasn't too bad of a compromise.]

[This was, of course, a more simple affair than Diarmuid's birthday. For food, he had hauled a couple of tables up here and lined the table with dinner food. The centerpiece was a cake which had a heart drawn on it in red frosting. In one corner of the meadow, he had used some boxes and tarp to make some sort of booth where people could hide from the sun (and steal kisses off of each other). In the center of the meadow, he had piled a large stack of wood, perfect for lighting a bonfire by the party's end. The structures had all been surrounded with wreaths made from the meadow's flowers.]

[As soon as he's done with the setup, Lancer will sit down next to the firewood pile, waiting for people to come.]

Comments

well at least someone wants him here

[myblueskies]

[Romeo saw him and skipped towards him, he had only spoken to him over the network but he seemed nice and hadn't been too mad that Romeo had attacked him.]

Hello sir! Are you having fun?

oh no Romeo....

[neverbeamemory]

[Fun...

What room was there, here to be having fun? Though certainly from the remains of the party and those that still lingered it certainly seemed that this had been some sort of a celebration.

He looked over his shoulder from the bonfire and down at the little boy. The thought that rises is that maybe he should have killed him that time when orange collars went berserk. He had hurt Romeo enough to get him to stop moving then. What is it with kicked puppies always returning for another kick?]

Nothing about this is 'having fun'. [He made a dry comment with the intention to get the kid to leave him alone.]

[myblueskies]

Oh. [Romeo looks sad for a moment, but then grins] Well then we will have to do something so you do have fun. What do you like doing sir?

[neverbeamemory]

[There is nothing Sephiroth can really answer Romeo with that isn't going to either going to come back with another silly question, or cause a response from one of the very many other sets of eyes on him. Though, really Sephiroth isn't sure he cares all that much.]

I'm not a 'Sir.' Sephiroth is my name if you want to call me something. I have fun killing - monsters, so I'll get my fun in a little while.

[myblueskies]

Killing monsters? That sounds a bit dangerous mister Sephiroth but we can do that if you like, they will be coming out soon.

[neverbeamemory]

That is much of the point. If it wasn't dangerous, it'd be boring.

[Sephiroth looks away off behind Romeo for a few moments. As it gets darker he forces his senses higher, though at least most monsters can't creep up without being seen across the meadow.]

It's not really a game you could play though.

[myblueskies]

I can fight though! And I got a weapon.

There's lots of other things to do though mister Sephiroth.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth highly doubts this, but on the other hand some children here do have some unexpected talents. He's sure that Romeo isn't one though, based on how he had attacked him before.

Better to change the subject. The kid was sure to get bored and go away soon.]

Such as?

[He's really doing a good job of keeping his annoyance out of his voice, considering how this had gotten old from the first 'Hello']

[myblueskies]

Well I think people like telling stories round fires, so we could do that. I bet you know lots of really cool stories mister Sephiroth.

[neverbeamemory]

My stories-

[-wouldn't be appropriate? Sephiroth doesn't care much for what is or isn't appropriate for children in the Tower. Besides they are in the Tower after all and have to endure similar horrors to the adults so that moots that excuse. What bothers him more is that any story he could tell might be-

-incomplete. In his own memories, even if he were to recount what he did remember, Sephiroth doesn't want to share. It would open him up for the thousand questions for which he doesn't remember have any answers. He shakes his head, expression becoming a little darker.]

-grown up stories wouldn't interest you.

[myblueskies]

Yes they will! I like all stories, I'm going to read all the books in the whole library, even the ones with big words!

[neverbeamemory]

[Not another Tohko. Oh the stubborn insistence of children.

Sephiroth is reminded yet again of exactly all of the reasons why he never associated himself closely with small humans by choice. He's not sure what is more cringe-worthy, the fact that Romeo hasn't taken the hint - or his blind enthusiasm about his own intelligence.]

Good luck with that, considering our time-limit.

[myblueskies]

Thanks sir! [He wonders if there are books in heaven, he thinks there probably are.] What's your favourite story sir?

[neverbeamemory]

[Was there any way not to encourage this kid?

If Sephiroth really thought about it, he could quite possibly string together a few loose memories from his past and come up with a story that might sound as if it actually existed. But if there is one thing he doesn't want to do right now it's be made to remind himself of how hollow that might make him. Stories just weren't that important, facts were.

There was also that poetry book he'd been given. No, not until he made himself remember where he'd read it before.]

Stories don't interest me recently.

[myblueskies]

Not at all? Maybe you just haven't found ones you really like yet sir. But we don't got to tell stories if you don't want to.

[neverbeamemory]

Perhaps.

[Really that's all Sephiroth has to say on the matter. He draws his attention back into the bonfire, watching a particular section of it flicker as it caught new material inside.]

[myblueskies]

[Romeo was silent for a moment as he watched the fire as well, glancing at Sephiroth wondering if the man was sad about something.]

What about songs? Do you know any of those?

[neverbeamemory]

No.

[That was a quick answer. Not even interested in songs, or music at all really. The last music he heard-

Sephiroth looks down and opens his hands as that memory flashes across his vision and makes the firelight gleaming across his leather gloves seem like bright glaring red blood for a moment.]

[myblueskies]

[Romeo tilted his head] That's sad sir, songs are really nice.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth shakes his head and looks down over his arm at Romeo again.]

It's just another human convention for expressing their thoughts. I don't care for them.

[myblueskies]

Do you not like thinking?

[neverbeamemory]

[Wha-

His eyes narrow and his brow follows. Sephiroth's not sure what Romeo intends but that sounded too close to an insult.]

Watch it, kid.

[myblueskies]

Watch what sir? [Blinking in confusion]

[neverbeamemory]

Your tongue.

[-before someone rips it out for it's insulting-without-knowing. Sephiroth is in a better mood tonight than most or he wouldn't have even stood for this much.]

[myblueskies]

Did I say something bad sir?