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.]

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[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer jumps off and dusts himself off. Then, he manifest his Gae Bolg.]

So, where do we start?

[bowandblade]

[He looks over his shoulder at Lancer, spreading his arms wide in a grandiose shrug.]

Why are you asking me, hound?

[puppy_lancer]

So you won't get irritated over having to follow my lead.

[He steps over to a nearby tree.]

But since you're so eager to have me start...

[bowandblade]

[Archer smirks and turns around to face Lancer, eying the tree briefly before crossing his arms.]

I can be patient!

[puppy_lancer]

Then stand by and wait.

[With one swing of his spear, Lancer chops through the trunk of the tree.]

But if you wait too long, I'll make you carry the lumber.

[bowandblade]

[He hums and watches as the tree crashes to the floor, tilting his head back to laugh haughtily.]

I thought I would give you ample opportunity for a head start. You will need it!

[puppy_lancer]

Oh, really?

[He hurries up his work chopping down trees. Pretty soon, he has ten trees falling in a myriad number of directions.]

[bowandblade]

Really.

[That is all Archer says as he starts strolling through another stretch of woods, opening his gates along the way. Axes and scythes swing out of the gates to chop through trees at a formidable speed.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He stares at the large amount of trees that Archer felled compared to his ten.]

...Alright, new rule. Each of us carries the wood we cut down personally. So you're carrying all of that!

[bowandblade]

[Archer laughs and smiles broadly as he hops on top of one of the fallen trees.]

I will carry only as much as is needed! Perhaps you should finish with your chopping, hound.

[puppy_lancer]

[He scowls at Archer one last time before going back to work. Soon, ten more trees are chopped down by Lancer's spear.]

[bowandblade]

[And Archer will hum as he looks over the trees, slicing through several of them so they're in more easily-carried pieces before taking a seat on top of his ... well, giant pile of wood.

He almost wishes he had brought the wine bottle right about now.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer pauses to survey his logs and then looks at Archer. Using his spear, he slices up the trees he's felled and realizes that he still still has a smaller stack than Archer.]

...Damn.

[bowandblade]

Take your time, hound! The party cannot start without its host!

[Even resting his chin on one hand and curling his fingers to his lips, his smirk cannot be hidden.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Archer before going back to work.]