towerofanimus | Finally, another party

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Finally, another party

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.]

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[Kariya winces, even though he hasn't been poked again yet. He puts up a hand to cover the left side of his face. He can feel the worms moving there. There's a dull, throbbing ache in his left temple.

He feels a flicker of fear at Gilgamesh's question and wonders if he should call for Lancelot. He knows how dangerous this Servant is.]

No... but I wish you wouldn't.

[He hopes that doesn't count as "telling him what to do". He simply doesn't want to be manhandled.]

[His eyes remain fixed on the way Kariya's veins move, even if Kariya's hand attempts to protect it. Like snakes. Likes writhing snakes. Gilgamesh's eyes narrow at the thought, and he lightly grips the man's hand.]

So. If I were to continue, how much longer would it take before your little bugs showed up?

[He sounds so nonchalant, still watching those twitching veins.]

[Kariya's own eyes narrow. He steps back again. He doesn't know why Archer keeps touching him, and he continues to not care for it. The man seems to be tormenting him for no reason, and he doesn't like the way Archer is staring at his face. It makes him more conscious than usual of the way the worms move, all down his left side. He hates that feeling.]

They wouldn't. My Servant would.

[That's right, he has a Servant, and he's not afraid to use him.]

[He grins, still holding Kariya's hand even as the magus attempted to step away. His eyes shone with a little more excitement -- those were the words he had been waiting to hear.

My Servant. Confirmation that there was indeed a Master-Servant bond.]

How boring.

[His interested tone belies his words, and he grips Kariya's hand a little harder against his own veined cheek. Just a little nudge.]

[He doesn't care for the look in Archer's eyes, and even worse is the continued touch. He doesn't have to suffer this.]

Berserker--

[His Servant might not be under Mad Enhancement now, but Kariya doesn't want to reveal his identity if he doesn't have to.

Still trying to pull away, he turns to look for Lancelot, who can't have gone too far.]

[Changes in Kariya's relatively consistent low level of distress he had attributed to some conversation or other that he hoped the man might be having. But when Lancelot feels the urgent pull of Kariya's Will, the shifting of his Prana, he knows it is not so. His Master would never call him upon Diarmuid ua Duibhne.

He vanishes from his chosen spot only to reappear at his Master's side, armored, but as yet unarmed.
Archer. He might have known. The sight of the other Servant grappling with his Master in such a way is an unwelcome one to say the least.

When he speaks, his voice echoes within his helm.]

Archer. If you would keep them, take your hands from my Master.

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[That shift in the air as the armored Servant appeared was met with a broad smile from Gilgamesh. He loosens his grip on Kariya's hand and eases his hand away, averting his attention from the sickly Master to the Servant Berserker. It does not take him long to wiggle his fingers almost tauntingly at the new arrival.]

Well, well. Now I know who holds the sane Berserker's leash. How nice of you to join us!

[If not for the contrast between his expression and the distress he had blatantly caused, it may have seemed like a rather innocent greeting.]

[Kariya feels relieved and much safer when Lancelot appears beside him. Glad to be released, he takes a step toward his Servant. He knows he can rely on Lancelot.]

He's my partner. [He just can't agree with anything Archer says, and it's not as if he's that kind of Master. He and Lancelot used to fight, but now they get along. He's not holding him on a leash.] And as I said, he's the strongest Servant.

[Stronger than you, Archer. At least, Kariya thinks so.]

[His Master's confidence in his Power is always satisfying, but to call them Partners-- it is a New thing, but a Welcome one indeed. Lancelot-- no, Berserker keeps his full attention on Archer. He does not precisely sense a threat from the Servant, but neither can he guess what the man is playing at.]

I need no Command to heed my Master, Archer.
I come at his pleasure, not at yours.

What purpose or cause have you in this exercise, then?
If it is Battle you seek, you will find it.

[He laughs shortly as Kariya again asserts that he has the strongest Servant, giving the pale magus -- Hm, that could very well be a decent nickname -- a glance before responding to the armored man's question.]

Purpose? Do I need a purpose to do what I wish? [He shrugs his shoulders, eyes filled with mirth as he assesses the two as they stood together.] Kariya here has a problem with smiling.

I told you before, I'm happy.

[He also has to disagree with everything Gilgamesh says, even though as he says this, he certainly doesn't sound happy.]

I don't have to smile if I don't want to.

[For example, he isn't smiling now, even though he feels better now that Lancelot is here. Also, he doesn't sound at all childish.]

What does it matter to you?

[Lancelot gives Archer his own answers. Master is obviously able to speak for himself-- though Lancelot must admit that he wishes the man would allow him to do the talking.]

Whether you have a purpose in doing so, only you can say, Archer. But you lack my Master's permission to lay hands upon him-- in this, you may not do as you wish. Do you doubt that if you give insult to my Master, I will answer it?

[He wonders what is Archer's game, exactly. Lancelot does not enjoy the feeling of being manipulated or toyed with for another's amusement.]

[The smile never leaves Gilgamesh's face as he listens to the contrast between Master and Servant. In fact, as Lancelot implies violence should he 'insult' Kariya, Gilgamesh cannot help how his smile sharpens with a mixture of amusement and interest.]

How do I insult your Master, Berserker, by telling him he should smile for the guest of honor? That a happy man lives longer than a miserable one? [Even as he directs his questions at Lancelot, his eyes are on Kariya -- piercing and knowing.] He does not seem to appreciate sound advice!

[And as Archer smiles, Kariya glares. He's so condescending. Kariya hates that. Standing next to Lancelot makes him feel more confident, and Lancelot's words reassure him. He feels protected.]

You know what you did.

I don't need advice from you, and I won't take any advice you give me. I will smile for Diarmuid, but not for you. I told you, Diarmuid's my friend, and he understands. You don't know anything about me.

[Lancelot has grown weary of speaking from within his helm-- and so he removes it, holding it instead in the crook of one elbow. He judges that Archer does not mean to attack so much as he means to goad, and to be overly armored in the face of mere insults seems an indignity.
Once again, he does not address his Master's words (especially as they contain so many references to another Servant) but Archer's.]

You do not so much give him insult by your Words, but by your Actions-- and you know this very well.
If my Master asks that you not lay hands upon his person, you will not.

As well, I have heard it said that the Wise, after they have imparted their Wisdom and "sound advice", do not continue to harp upon their chosen point. My Master will do what he will do-- it is not for you to say, for all you hold yourself high.

Leave my Master be, Archer.

[His eyes finally avert back to Lancelot when the other Servant removes his helmet; really, it was about time, considering he had not bothered to shift into his own battle wear himself. If not for his complete grasp of what he was doing and his own ego, he may have been insulted by the admonishing tone adopted.

So he lifts a palm as if to stop more words from Lancelot, his smile transforming into a smirk as he winks shamelessly.]

No need to further waste your breath, Berserker. I got what I wanted.

[He laughs airily, slipping his hands into his pants pockets as he casually steps away from the other two.]

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Finally, another party

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Well now you've done it, Lancelot will enter the thread!

Have At You.

Look at that. A reunion of sorts!

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