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towerofanimus2013-07-05 03:31 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-05 03:31 pm
Entry tags:
- [au1] cecil harvey,
- [au1] edward richtofen,
- [au2] rin matou,
- [au2] sephiroth,
- [au3] archer (prototype),
- [au3] lancer,
- [au3] saber (prototype),
- [au9] claudia hortensia,
- [ou] avenger (hollow ataraxia),
- [ou] feferi peixes,
- [ou] france,
- [ou] kariya matou,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] lucifel,
- [ou] miles edgeworth,
- [ou] minato arisato,
- [ou] nue houjuu,
- [ou] patrick dawn,
- [ou] romeo,
- [ou] saber (alter),
- [ou] sephiroth,
- [ou] sertoria cani,
- [ou] taiki,
- [ou] tavros nitram,
- [ou] tetra,
- [ou] xue'kol,
- [ou] yukiko amagi
Midsummer Bash
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.]
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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Motherfuckers be gettin' their squawks all on at me when all I ain't be not fucking wanting to do anything what's like that shit.
If all they can be pressin' their motherfuckin' words on you, you got a God damn right to do the fucking same.
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Guess I can't really avoid it, huh...
If she doesn't want to be friends anymore do you think I'll still be able to fix it?
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Uh.
[He used to be good at advice. Back when his head was filled with miracles and holes. Now all he had left were the holes. He chewed his lip.]
Listen, I be all having motherfuckin' righteously slighted just about every motherfucker in this place what I give half a shit's tit on.
If all them bitches be finding it in themselves to get their forgiveness on at a brother, quite all fuckin' oversightly that all may prove to mother fucking be, I ain't seeing no way some other motherfucker be unable to get their good graces back going on at you.
[He shrugged.]
Ain't much room to be holding grudges for petty shit like what's that is, in this place, don't you fuckin' think?
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[As much as it pained her they really would have to talk about it. If Wriggle avoided her from now on then she'd start drifting away anyway. Might as well take the risk]
'M sorry for being such a wuss.