Finally, another party

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: ProtoLancer puppy_lancer, Zero Lancer oathshackledbird and anyone interested in attending a birthday party. Details here.
Setting: Meadow
Format: Anything goes
Summary: Lancer throws his brother a party. Everyone can come except for the Archer (meaning they can come crash the party anyways)! Feel free to tag into any of the threads set up or invent your own scenario.
Warnings: None yet!

[It had taken some preparing, but the party was finally set up in a satisfactory way. There was a table for food and drink dragged in from the cafeteria, a wooden bucket filled with water with fruit floating in it, a strange paper mache Jason head pinata stacked on a scarecrow body, and a board with a pig with a Ganon head scribbled on it along with several spiraling paper "tails" attached to thumbtacks. There are no party decorations, but Lancer figures the flowers and sunshine should be decoration enough.]

[Now it's just a matter of waiting for people to show up.]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

You'll have to be patient with me, too. I've never really had friends I could screw around with like this, so I don't know the right way to react half the time.

[oathshackledbird]

It's all right. I do understand...at least as much as I can not having been in your situation.

[Though he had felt it thanks to their memory swap. That loneliness still surfaces in his nightmares sometimes feeding so strongly into his own fear of being alone.]

We just need to keep practicing, right? As odd as that might sound...

[fionnuisce]

No, you're right. We'll figure it out, somehow.

[oathshackledbird]

But not right now, hmm?

[Diarmuid drops his arm around Waver's shoulders.]

For now lets just have fun the ways we know how. Are you sure you don't want anything a little stronger than that tea?

[fionnuisce]

Maybe later. It's been too long since I was just able to enjoy a half-decent cup of tea.

Unless you're trying to get me drunk for whatever reason.

[oathshackledbird]

Well, honestly, if you are drunk and my brother succeeds in getting me drunk as he seems to be trying so hard to do, then at the very least you won't be able to blame me for any headaches you have...

[fionnuisce]

I suppose I couldn't, in that case.

[oathshackledbird]

So, see I am only looking out for you.

[Yep, that is exactly what that smirk means.]

Either that or I just want to see how you act when you are drunk. You know....for scientific purposes.

[fionnuisce]

I'm afraid the answer's not very interesting.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh? You sure? What if I want to independently verify that information?

[fionnuisce]

You'll be quite disappointed.

[oathshackledbird]

My friend, you will never disappoint me. You should know that by now.

[fionnuisce]

You flatter me, but enough alcohol and I fear all I'll do is babble about abstract and unpopular theories of magecraft.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs.]

You realize I would probably be very interested in that babble? I don't know much about magic, but I wouldn't mind learning. I keep trying to understand how it works in relation to the war, but I just don't know enough to work everything out.

[fionnuisce]

Well...maybe it would be nice to have someone listen to me properly.

[oathshackledbird]

Not only would I listen, I would also discuss.

[Diarmuid winks at him and then laughs again.]

Or try to discuss. I'm not sure how good I would be at that considering how little I know about the topic.

[fionnuisce]

I guess that might be some small measure of entertainment for both of us. It's rare that I have the chance to outline my work in detail to someone that would take such outlandish theories seriously.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid tilts his head at him curiously.]

Why do you say they are so outlandish? Is it just because of what others have said or because you truly think them to be so?

[fionnuisce]

Outlandish compared to common magical practice. The entire thesis I wrote just before the war was based around a matter of practice and work being equal to one's bloodline in terms of magic talent.

Which, to most of the Clock Tower, is comparable to saying 'if you squint and turn your head the sky turns purple and polka-dotted instead of blue.'

[oathshackledbird]

Magi...

[Diarmuid sighs and shakes his head.]

I will never understand them. If the theory had enough merit that you could write a whole paper about it, then there should be some discussion of it. It shouldn't just be forgotten.

Besides...

[He grins at Waver suddenly.]

...if you drink enough or eat the right things when you tilt you head and squint at the sky, it is purple and polka-dotted. Meaning, just because something has been taken as truth forever doesn't mean it's the only truth out there. They should know that considering they know about Second Magic.

[fionnuisce]

What can I say? Magi are stuck in their outdated ways to extreme levels. Heaven forbid someone present them with either logic or technology anywhere above the level of a phone.

[oathshackledbird]

That is what I can't understand. They know some things they do and believe are wrong because of other things they cannot deny. Why would they chose to continue believing the incorrect things?

[fionnuisce]

Listen closely, because I'm going to tell you a secret.



Generally and with a small handful of exceptions: they're not all that bright.

[oathshackledbird]

Wonderful.

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes.]

And these are the people messing with the Throne and the Grail. No wonder everything is so messed up.

[fionnuisce]

I can give them credit for trying, but that only goes so far.