❝friendship affirmation party❞

[guiltapalooza]

Characters: LOTS OF PEOPLE just look at the tags, gosh. Start your own threads, hop into others, and generally be free with your tagging decisions.
Setting: Floor 4, the one with the big glass windows and lots of couches.
Format: Action tags!
Summary: Clearly what the tower needs right now is a party, and Willow and Aradia have thrown one.
Warnings: Nada. Good clean fun.

[It's never exactly a clear day around this floor of the tower, but the billowing clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are maybe a bit lighter and fluffier. There's a positive atmosphere spread across the whole level, mostly from the colorful lights sprinkled here and there, magical in nature and of all different colors. They glow like small fairies.

But the biggest pieces in the room are the couches and armchairs, strategically laid out in different circles, with tables in the center. Snacks and drinks stolen from the kitchen are on the tables, so nothing too spectacular-- but there are several batches of baked goods that Willow's made, cookies and brownies and so on. There's also some board games and decks of cards placed here and there, the obvious Earth ones included and some not so obvious other ones that she hadn't recognized.

Anyone who wants to is welcome to show up, whether invited or not, whether they know Willow or Aradia or not. Fun is going to be had, darn it. However, everyone on the floor, just for today, is privy to an anti-violence ward that will prevent any motions toward violence from completing. A punch won't land, psychic powers mysteriously won't do anything if they try to cause harm, and so on. As the tower is not fond of being affected in any way, this is an effect the characters have put on them from crossing the threshold from the stairwell, and it will be automatically removed when they leave. It is not noticeable unless they try something or are particularly sensitive to magic.

It also won't last forever, so if you really want to get into a fight, do it while the party's winding down. Willow's wards are good but they aren't up to altering-the-tower-without-major-consequences level, and she's made them mild enough to wear off on their own after several hours.

You're really here to have fun, though, right? You knew where to go because of the network post.]

Comments

[capax_infiniti]

Darkness is nurturing in its own way. Without it we wouldn't exist. It only makes sense that in the end you returned to its embrace when the light shunned you.

[drknss_bnd_lght]

Yea, I guess so. [A sort of smile. But like all his smiles, it's broken.] ...I like it in darkness. It's... better than the light.

[capax_infiniti]

It's unfortunate that more cannot see that darkness surpasses the qualities they associate with it...

[A sideways glance.]

Wearing a blindfold must be comforting, then.

[drknss_bnd_lght]

[Under the blindfold, Ventus' eyes widen and a hand clenches.

Comfort? never. Necessity? Yes. Would he willingly wear one? no. Unbidden and unwanted, a memory surfaced.

Ventus the floor with a thud and clatter, Wayward Wind skidding away from him, though he was not there for long. Vanitas was on him in a flash, hauling the battered light up by the throat. Ventus gagged and dug his nails into the 'Unversed King's' wrist, but the grip didn't yield. Not even a fraction. Rather, it drew a faint snicker from the helmeted teen. "Pathetic. Your precious light no longer wants you and yet you still fight what does. Maybe this will help you remember who wants you, Ven."

Ventus just glared then yelped as he was shoved away. He stumbled back a few steps, keyblade re-appearing in his left hand again but -

A cold laugh, then Ventus let out a cry as something covered his eyes. His right hand grabbed at it - but it only tightened until he couldn't see any light. Not even a pinprick of it was left, even though his eyes where wide open under it. And he couldn't push it up no matter how hard he tried. And all he could hear was Vanitas laugh - then the sound of a keyblade being summoned before he was thrust in a fight once again....

By the time he came out of it, he was white, right hand pushing uselessly at it while he trembled, a battered Wayward Wind in his left hand. The blindfold was never a comfort. It was a sign of what he'd lost, of how much Vanitas had hurt him that day. Of the last time he ever say anything outside darkness. Of how now, every time it came off, it hurt.

He 'looked' way, hand dropping back to his side while the other gripped his keyblade until his knuckles were white.]

... If you say so.

[Damn you for bringing this topic up, Xehanort. Damn you to the depths of hell.]

[capax_infiniti]

[It's a good thing that he can't see the grin spreading across Xehanort's face as he feels the darkness pouring off of Ventus during his reflection. Soon enough...

but not for now. Other things, first. Time to be the concerned former master once more. Here, have some worry injected into his words.]

... Ventus? Are you all right?

[drknss_bnd_lght]

Uh.. Y-Yea. Just.. Just a memory. [A shake of his head to try and clear it away.

It hardly helps, but Ventus gives a shaky grin, trying to seem like he's ok when he's far from it.] It-- It was nothing.

[A very big nothing given his reaction it, but Ventus is already forcing his feelings about the whole topic down. Making himself blank and passive. It was along time ago. What happened happened and it was not a big deal.

Or so he'll tell himself until he believes it. Just like everything else.]

[capax_infiniti]

[Not quite letting up with the concern, although lightening it a bit.] If you're certain. I didn't mean to cause you discomfort...

sob, keywords here.

[drknss_bnd_lght]

.. It's alright. You didn't, really, it was just a [painful] stupid memory.

So did he, Ven. So did he...

[capax_infiniti]

[Laxes his hand, sliding it off to give Ventus a moment of reprieve. He doesn't believe you, but he'll give you this time.]

As long as you are certain. You know I am here to speak to whenever you have the ability.

Sob, those icon keywords.

[drknss_bnd_lght]

..Yea. I know. [And it is a moment that Ventus will take gratefully, curling up more and resting his against a knee. A few deep breaths while he shunts away his own feelings about everything - even the flinch that comes when the hand slides off.

Light damn him even more, but he hates touch as nothing ever good comes from it, ever.]