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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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[Considering how more sociable Ryoji is, Minato doesn't doubt that his friend will have a lot of fun.]
...How about you? Are you doing okay?
[Not just about his message-induced death, but also Sephiroth.]
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[His bright grin fades just a little, but hopefully not enough to be noticable.]
I'm fine, Minato! A little busy, but it's okay.
[Let's just not mention what Sephiroth pulled not too long ago. He doesn't want another of his friends getting into trouble for revenge.]
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[One of the thing Minato learned to pick up on is noticing the subtle signs, body and facial languages, on other people. Because he often listens to people, he see the little signs and it add context to their words.
Ryoji's smile...was it just his imagination?]
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[It’s frustrating how he can’t hide anything from Minato, but he supposes it makes sense that the person he was part of for ten years could read him so well. Will he truly be satisfied with a ‘things happened’?]