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

[angramaintsu]

So you're doing this for some little brat?

[ A small frown. ] You'd listen to some little girl instead of...

[ At least she stomps out the thought before she can voice it. Isn't she used to this--always the outsider no matter what. Even when Sakura was around, there was no point to her existence. No, she has to focus on his pain instead of her own and now that she has a goal in mind, she lifts her gaze towards him. ]

Then we should find a way to remove your pain.

[vermicompost]

She's a sweet girl, but Rin, I don't want to die no matter what.

[No matter who told him he should kill himself to get his arm back, he wouldn't.]

Of course I listen to you, but I'll keep living, because I think our lives matter. They're not expendable. I can't let myself believe that.

[He smiles at her, gently.]

I don't know what can be done. There are some healers who've helped, but no one's tried to get rid of them. I'm not sure what would happen. I used to want to keep them, for the War, but now I know they aren't real, so that doesn't matter. I'd love to get rid of them now.

[angramaintsu]

Our lives aren't expendable, but these--[ Bringing the side of her fist to thump her chest. ]--are! These shells that are meant to be our bodies are easily discarded or did you forget already?

[ It's hard to say which uncle she was speaking to during the Glamour Failure, what with all of their bodies appearing to be the same, but maybe it was this one. She has to be strong for both of them regardless, even if he might have seen her when she was weak. ]

I'll find a way, but you should look too.

[vermicompost]

I didn't forget. I remember what happened that day. I know these aren't real bodies, but dying still hurts, and it's terrible. [He remembers both of his deaths vividly: being turned into a mermaid and then slowly drying up once he'd beached himself--then being torn apart by a monster. He doesn't want any repetitions of such things, not for anyone, if it can be helped.] I don't want anyone to die, even if their bodies come back.

[He nods.]

I'm going to look, but if there's nothing... I'll have to keep living with it. I have to accept it. I can do that. So don't worry about me too much.

[angramaintsu]

[ Rin promises to herself this very moment that if there's no one who can help him, then she'll do the deed herself. ]

Augh--you can't just tell me to not worry about you.