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

[scorchedchivalry]

And you wish to teach my knig-- Lancelot such a game? I will consider it, but do not get your hopes up. It is not a good idea for he and I to be involved in something together at the moment.

[Her taint was too much, too deep, and Lancelot still held so much anger toward her.]

[puppy_lancer]

He was interested in learning about my time.

[He nods.]

Got it. Then, how about we play fidchell? It's kinda boring, but you only need two people.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Was that almost a smile on Saber's face? Maybe.]

I am versed in fidchell. If you can acquire a board, I will certainly engage you in it.

[puppy_lancer]

Woah, really? Alright! I'll get a board!

[He could carve one. Or he could ask for one from Riki.]

I ought to warn you. I was pretty good at it too.

[scorchedchivalry]

Then it should be a good game.

[puppy_lancer]

Maybe it'll even be less boring. Even if we're both sitting down the whole time.

[scorchedchivalry]

It would be even less boring if we can acquire something alcoholic to drink.

[puppy_lancer]

Now you're talking. Let's see...how about you take a drink every time you lose a stone?

[scorchedchivalry]

That sounds fair.

[puppy_lancer]

Now, just don't go easy on me because you wanna take more drinks.

[scorchedchivalry]

On my honor, I will not go easy on you, Lancer.

It would not be fun if I did.

[puppy_lancer]

And I swear on my honor that I won't go easy on you either. After all, one of the few things I prize above my drinks is my honor.

[scorchedchivalry]

As you should. [She gives a nod.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He falls silent, having exhausted that subject for a while.]

...Say, Saber, have you heard of another you in this place? That white Saber?

[scorchedchivalry]

I know Wart well, yes. Why do you ask?

[puppy_lancer]

[He has to take a second to understand why she's referring to the other Saber. Then, as he slowly realizes similarity between the names of "Arthur" and "Wart," he bursts out laughing. It takes him a while to recover.]

O-oh man, next time, I know what to call my Saber!

[He takes a deep breath.]

I was just asking since my brother and this other kid I know both knew her. I hear she's like how you used to be?

[scorchedchivalry]

Her and I share the Fourth War. It is our Fifth War that is different. She is, unfortunately, no longer a knight, but before she became what she is now, I was very much like her before I made the choice that I did.

But it is not accurate to say she is as I once was. What she is now is not what we both were, though she is much closer to the silver knight, the King of Knights, than I am.

[puppy_lancer]

Wait, what? She's no longer a knight?

[He stares at her like she grew a third arm.]

T-then what happened to her?

[scorchedchivalry]

She achieved the Holy Grail, Lancer. [Arturia gave up her honor to acquire the it, but it wasn't her place to give that information out.] She is no longer a king, either.

[puppy_lancer]

So...she gave up both her glory as a king and a knight upon getting that Grail?

[He scratches his head.]

...That doesn't make sense.

[scorchedchivalry]

I do not expect you or anyone to understand the wish she and I sought the Holy Grail for. We have been told before that our desire is mad. As she has achieved hers, it would be better to speak to her about her wish than to speak to me about it.

[puppy_lancer]

It must have been a great wish if she were able to give up so much. Then...is it still your wish?

[scorchedchivalry]

It is. Though her and I have different reasons for it.

[puppy_lancer]

I see.

Though, as far as I can see, the two of you are too honorable not to be knights!

[scorchedchivalry]

You are welcome to that assessment. I am certain she will like hearing that.