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

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth doesn't drop a gaze when it's so intently held. Especially from a stranger when anything could be going on in the others' head. Glinting green orbs peer right back at Waver, hardly ever blinking.

Besides, Sephiroth is at enough of a distance away from Waver at first so that he could take in other details about the man at the same time. Such as how he can't see his hands; this on it's own could be perceived as a threat. Though why shouldn't Sephiroth be entitled to walk onto any floor of the Tower that he chooses to, it's not like he's come here looking for that fight.

Rising to a fight being blind to the capabilities of his opponent, however confident Sephiroth is in his own skills is a foolish endeavor. For this reason he calmly drops Waver's gaze as soon as it becomes an inconvenience for him to keep it, in his approach towards the bonfire. If the other has some problem with him, something to say to him then he can always come over and say it.

Playground tactics are beneath him, however satisfying it might feel to have somehow earned such an intent stare.]

[fionnuisce]

Is there something I can help you with?

[Spoken with an overtone of 'the hell are you looking at']

[neverbeamemory]

I could ask you the same question.

[Wavers' hostility is met with a much cooler, well-controlled, off-hand comment. Though really, he's as much right to be here on curiosity as anyone else.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm quite alright, myself. Just wondering what you're staring at everyone so intently for.

[neverbeamemory]

It does not hurt to be cautious, given the time of day.

[fionnuisce]

I would think anyone still out at this time can handle themselves, wouldn't you?

[neverbeamemory]

Common sense dictates, yes.

[fionnuisce]

So then common sense would also dictate it to be foolish to provoke anyone still here into fighting, now wouldn't it?

[neverbeamemory]

That is assuming I came here looking for a fight.

Unless being curious is a crime now?

[fionnuisce]

It certainly can be, in the wrong company.

[neverbeamemory]

Good job I have no company then.

[fionnuisce]

Considering how many people are lingering around here, I wouldn't be so certain of that.

[neverbeamemory]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[fionnuisce]

No.

[8|]

[neverbeamemory]

Thought not.

[...And he's walking away now, towards the bonfire.]

[fionnuisce]

[he's watching you, you weird little bastard]