towerofanimus | [1st Evil Meeting] || [One Reunion to bring them All] || [Open]

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[1st Evil Meeting] || [One Reunion to bring them All] || [Open]

Characters : Open to any and every villain in the tower
Setting: Thirteenth Floor (Cathedral)
Format: Prose for the reunion, but Action for the individual threads
Summary: Ganondorf decided to organize a reunion for all good people in the tower to coordinate and cooperate. He’s not the kind to go and recruit people one by one, so he spread the rumor that a reunion was about to happen on the 13th floor, this way all bad guys could get word of it. Here is the reunion. More details here.
Warnings: EVIL. If a good guy interrupts the reunion he’ll be killed or worst.

The Cathedral was different. It had changed; it could be seen and felt. Usually this floor was bright, enlightened even; a quiet and undisturbed haven where souls could find rest. Yet today the ancient church was dark, as if it night had fallen, moonlight filtered through the stained glasses. A black smoke filled the entire room, while an eerie music could faintly be heard throughout the entire floor. Maybe Ganondorf recorded it from the Musical Floor, thinking this would be fitting. Or maybe it was- …Something else? But what? Nobody would ever know.

In the center of the floor were over ten chairs, all of them identical and arranged in circle. It was so that those sitting could speak to each other directly and freely. Some of them might be stained by blood, but otherwise they were all identical. Ganondorf had figured it wouldn’t be a good start if he had given different chairs to everyone.

Speaking of him, Ganondorf was obviously the first one at the meeting- After all, he had organized it. He was sitting, calmly waiting for the others to arrive while reading a most questionable book about evil forces.

Oh, near the entrance newcomers may notice Legolas’ body lying on the ground, a sword impaled through his chest and a pool of blood extending around him. He had not been invited.

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One thing Her Imperious Condescension prides herself on is her prompt timing. Where she got that trait from was anyone's guess -- after all, why would an Empress need to make excuses to anyone for her timing? She had caught wind of a gathering being organized for several powerful beings she had yet to come in direct contact with in the tower, so naturally, she was going to make an appearance, and it would be made properly.

Anyone who has seen the Condesce before would know of her trademark outfit -- the long black wetsuit, accented with her blood color in the shape of her caste symbol. Today, it has been forgone for a long, ornate robe of white, lined with tyrian purple stitching. If the gown hadn't spoke of her status, than the golden jewelry decorating every inch of her certainly would. And, of course, the Condescension wouldn't be caught dead here without her trident in hand.

Her stride is proud, and it seems she has no interest in sitting, instead eying the chairs covered in blood with a bit of scrutiny. Eugh. Horrid color. She had since grown used to it since her arrival, but that didn't mean she had to like it -- or anything about human interaction in general.

Only after she thoroughly inspects the room does she finally set her tyrian irises on Ganondorf.

Ganondorf obviously looked up from his book when he felt the newcomer’s eyes upon him. He smirked ever so slightly before nodding respectfully.

“Welcome”

This woman had to be royalty, or at the very least a leader of some sort given her clothing. And if she went that far she had to be exactly the kind of person he was looking for. Good, very good even. Proof that the rumor had spread according to expectations and even more were about to come. He waves toward the chairs.

“Feel free to take a seat, if so you wish.”

Ganondorf was too respectful and gallant to be honest, but- The people he had invited were people like him. And he knew what he would have expected if he had been the one invited.

Soon after the Condesce came in, a large reptilian creature followed suit. The movements he made suggested curiosity - and maybe a bit of confusion - but it was fairly obvious that Ridley was not some mindless monster spawned by this tower.

"Quite the strange place."

Xehanort arrived with little fanfare and even fewer words, simply choosing to wander, pacing slightly with his hands clasped behind his back as though waiting for the proceedings to begin.

As the rumor spread, Kuja was more intrigued. An overt gathering wasn't his style, but neither could he afford to pass it by. Having a group to associate with would leave him less vulnerable.

Kuja glances at Xenahort, quickly turning to the others assembled; some known, some not. He settles on one of the clean chairs, appreciating their aesthetic quality and quietly wonders if he might bring one back with him. His room is so dreary and dull, after all. Kuja needs to get new clothes as well, since aside from his favorite outfit, he's wearing the remaidner: a White Robe that is rather short on the hem, black stockings and white ankle boots.

Kuja pulls the hood down a little lower, unknowingly mimicking another disguise.

There were always two sides to a coin, and while friends might call her sweet, caring, loving, and passionate... Her enemies and targets of her mercenary ways would tell a different story about the cold hearted woman who preys on emotions and takes pleasure in watching them squirm.

However, she knew not to trust those that followed the darker paths of her trade and the assassin wasn't about to put her neck on the line, not yet. She made sure to remained in stealth as she witnessed the event hoping to glean some information about the going ons before coming to any sort of conclusion.

Richtofen had heard of some sort of meeting going on between the, well... the less heroically-inclined residents of the tower. A place where people like him could gather to discuss how to carry out whatever nefarious little deeds they desired. Far be it from him to work in such a way, but he figured it was worth checking out. It'd break up the monotony, at the very least.

Richtofen was probably the most underdressed, normal-looking person to walk in thus far. He was wearing his usual Wehrmacht outfit, still relatively untainted by blood (a sad state of affairs if there ever was one). Upon walking in, he glanced at the people already there. A large reptile, a troll, and a few more human-looking people (though he could never be sure when it came to the tower)... What a crowd.

And oh, a dead body lying in the middle of the floor. That'd brighten things up.

Accordingly, Richtofen giggled.

"Oh, what a wonderful present!" he said. The room had been far too quiet for his liking. The silence was almost suffocating. He nudged the body with the tip of his boot, then took a seat in one of the bloodstained chairs. "Who set all of this up? It's very good. A bit garish, but good."

When there was a whisper of a reunion, Reno's interest was perked. Though he doubted it had anything to do with Jenova, his first instinct was to check it out. The information he acquired gave him a time and a place, but not what it was going to be about or who would be attending.

The Cathedral admittedly made him nervous, even before the unfortunate archraven incident, but this time it was downright spooky. Still, he shrugged it off and walked into the meeting full of confidence, his hands in his pockets- was that a body?

Nobody he recognized, but he narrowed his eyes a bit. He was used to such things, though the lack of interest displayed in the body told him many things about this meeting. He was definitely on duty now, and put on his business face. Good thing he walked in as if he belonged here, he definitely did not want to find out what it would be like to die here.

This was one meeting he did not want to miss, though he was starting to miss his uniform. His black pants and shirt would have to do this time.

Oh, that was a familiar face. He nodded to Xehanort, and examined a chair carefully before trying to flick some blood off. If someone else showed up and wanted a chair, well that was just too bad.

A villainous reunion? That definitely sounded like bad news. But if there was one thing unlife as a Testament taught someone, it was restraint, subtlety and the fine art of playing people's perceptions of you like fiddles. True, with his powers, there weren't that many people he couldn't outright kill without much trouble, but this wasn't his universe. It didn't follow his rules. He didn't know, and he never liked to be caught unprepared.

So no, there would be no death charge, no beam spam massacre and no deadly spacial anomaly. Instead there would be a man in a brown cape and matching eyeless mask walking into the room like the situation was under his control. It was a familiar song and dance, a show he put on every time he appeared before Ormus as a messenger of Heinlein. He paused only briefly by the body, wishing he could be more surprised than he was. There was just something about sociopaths and being drama queens in his experience, so an example didn't really strike him as odd. Disgusting, yes, but you learned to accept the deaths that came from misplaced efforts.

The idea of sitting in bloodstained chairs didn't really appeal to him, so he opted for a small demonstration of his own that he hoped would make him seem more the sort of person who would be at home here. With a snap of his fingers, an extra chair appeared out of nowhere...at least to those whose minds he could affect. Anyone who was immune to psychic influence would see him walk over and sit in empty air as he glanced around.

He recognized Ganondorf immediately from his first day in the tower. No big surprise, he didn't even need to be connected to the Collective Unconscious to tell that that guy was Bad News. The others, though, were unfamiliar...but that was what he was here to change.

Kiryu smirked as he entered, eyes gleaming as he takes note of the body at the entrance - it looked like this might turn out just as interesting and (more importantly) entertaining as he had hoped it would be. The set-up reminds him a little of the Dark Signer's base back home - except that there was a little less dust here perhaps... but still the atmosphere had the same dramatic flair that Rudger was so font off.

He recognized his roommate, Old Man Xehanort, of course - but the others he wasn't familiar with. Clearly he should have seen about socializing a bit more, it seemed. There would be a chance to do so tonight.

He settled in his chair soon enough, hood still in place, legs crossing as he leaned back to watch things unfold.

Ganondorf showed no surprise at Ridley speaking and showing signs of intelligence. It was a fairly common occurrence in his homeworld, for monster-like being to be gifted with human-like intelligence, and often by far superior.

He greeted Xehanort and Kuja with a nod- So far they were the only familiar faces he’d seen. Next to come in was the doctor Richtofen. First one to speak, heh. Ganon smirked when he asked who set this all up. No need to hide it.

“I am the one who gathered you all here. I’ll explain why soon.”

He paused and waited as three more came in. The cloaked man, he spoke with him a couple days earlier, but Reno and Kiryu, he was fairly sure he never met them before. But, that was all. Many people came to the reunion, as he had expected and hoped for. He didn’t know if anyone else was going to come- He knew for a fact Ghirahim and Majora would, but otherwise they would have to start soon.

“More may come, but we will start without them if they do not arrive shortly.”

One doesn’t simply make the King of Evil wait.

And, why, speaking of those who are late... A young woman almost seems to slither in, with how graceful she is and the way she moves. She looks strikingly similar to Zelda in appearance, her clothes and hairstyle being the chief difference. But she'll come and sit, perched perfectly on the back of a chair, feet high off the ground--hovering quite happily there.

"Did someone say something about a party?"

There was honestly no sign that, despite all the others now gathering, Ghirahim had any intention of showing. He made no mention of it, and he had never even been seen walking toward that meeting. But honestly, he was in no particular rush. He had wanted to wait until most of the others were around, and of course, he had his own reasons.

He didn't like rushing perfection, after all. Especially not his own. (Much of that time was spent primping; what did you expect?)

Ghirahim's appearance is very anticlimactic after Majora's: one moment one of the remaining chairs is empty, the next, there is a flash of diamonds and the Demon Lord appears, wearing his cape and jumpsuit and gloves, as well as all his jewelry. Honestly, the flamboyant demon looks more like a performer than anything else, but sense would tell one not to underestimate.

Legs gently crossed as if he had been here the entire time, he smiles.

"Isn't this quaint?" His eyes skate to Legolas (oh, how he looked like that Sky Child), and he just places his hand on his cheek before chuckling quietly. "Oh, dear. That really is going to be a mess to clean up."

~~You can practically hear the heart in that sentence.~~

Alright, with those two here, the evil team was complete. He smirked and acknowledged Majora and Ghirahim's arrival. Perfect.

"Everyone is here... Very well. I am Ganondorf Dragmire. As I have said earlier, I am the one who gathered you here."

He knew better than to call himself Great King of Evil. By the look of thing, there were serious competitors in this room.

"I have organized this reunion because we are those who see beyond words such as good and evil. We are those who have power and we know blindly following moral and law is only a limitation to what is ours. To progress. We are those meant to lead the mindless fools who do not know what to do with their lives and keep wasting potential- In the name of silly notions and feelings or because they are too afraid of the darkness awaiting beyond."

He pauses. Ins't he pompous? He's spent a week preparing the opening speech in such a way everyone should be satisfied and agree cooperating. Well, he hopes.

"Nevertheless, those fools outnumber us here, by far. They are mediocre at best, they are limited, yet they are numerous. Like cockroaches they multiply and invade every corner of this tower. And while their flaws are too numerous to be enumerated, we share one with them: they act in small groups and are divided."

Which now brings to the reason behind the reunion.

"I know for a fact we all have plans, purposes. Some of us probably want to leave the tower and fulfill their destiny back in their homeworld. I doubt anyone here cares to see the other's plan succeed."

And he concludes:

"Yet our plans are doomed to fail if we continue the way things have been so far. We will be crushed and they will win unless we work to inverse the tendency now."

Good grief, this fellow liked to prattle on, just like Mother Brain and Grey Voice. Perhaps a trait among leader-y types?

Ridley had not taken up a chair - his build and size did not cooperate well with those blasted human-crafted things. He chose to sit outside the circle, crouched like a gargoyle, and silent until Ganondorf finished.

"So you propose an alliance," Ridley starts, waving a hand out to acknowledge the idea. "What's to keep it from falling apart, hmm? The last thing I was involved like this, I was double-crossed - I'm not very keen on that happening again!" As he goes on, his gestures get harsh, until his fist clenches.

For one giddy moment, Reno felt like laughing. Was it odd that this was seriously reminding him of some of the parties old man Shinra had put on? There were so many parallels, the forms and people were just different, and the situation. The reasons they were there, the way the conversation sounded, and power; all of that was the same.

Even the ridiculous over-dramatics.

"So, we start an alliance... why? Have those fools done anything so far aside from frantically running around the Tower? Are you planning to start a war?" He said in a mild voice, looking cool as ice, and even slightly bored. "Not that I wouldn't mind a little excitement around here. It just seems like bad tactics starting something and let them know something's going on. The hero types would be breathing down our necks."

Pompous indeed. Kuja had heard his share of speeches, and if there was one thing he was overly-familiar with when it can to war, it was the nature of double meanings and carefully neutral wordings. He knew exactly what Ganondorf was getting at that Reno had nicely decoded.

No matter, Kuja would go along with this regardless.

"I don't think a war would be wise at this juncture. Maybe if this was a nation instead of a single tower of people... As it is, we lack the population to support such a thing, so instead we should act more like a guild. That is, we stick together with the common goal and do what we can to protect our members from these so-called heroes."

This reminded him so much of Ormus it wasn't even funny. The concept that good and evil didn't apply to them, that they were reaching their full potential and the people who were limited by morals were pointlessly constraining themselves was one that he'd heard so many times. He couldn't deny that he'd occasionally fallen into a similar line of thought, that he was committing evil acts for the greater good, but he had always acknowledged that what he was doing was morally wrong. This man didn't seem to realize that in the least.

Already, people were pointing out flaws in this idea. Good. Allen didn't want it to get off the ground. Or if it did, he wanted to be sure there was at least some amount of dissent.

"But what does happen when pepole have conflicting goals? I doubt anyone here is exactly the type to want to compromise if that happens."

Ghirahim has been listening intently, and waiting patiently for his chance to speak. After everyone else had said their piece, he places his head in his hand, seeming bored.

"If I may speak for just a moment..." He begins, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Everyone has conflicting goals and differing reasons for their actions," he states simply, then glances at Ridley, raising a brow in a sort of curious look, before going on. "I see no reason for us to lose civility here, however."

And now he just sort of waves a hand airily, a little cluster of diamond-like magic floating around his hand, as though he's playing with the wind, stirring it up into a little floating ball of particles in the air.

"Betrayal is a matter of what is best for the one doing it, generally. ... If we were in a situation where lands and war was at stake, then I am sure that would be a larger concern. As the dear man over here has stated," and he motions to Kuja, "at this point, a simple amount of structure in place could not hurt. We have quite a few obstacles that will, I am sure, be attempting to cause problems. That aside, there is far less we could accomplish alone. This is a large Tower, you know."

Finally, he simply blows at the magic in his hand, and it sort of scatters like golden, diamond-like dust all around them. Though, of course, it won't be making anyone sneeze, even as it sort of reforms into diamonds floating about the room.

"... I'm an honest man. I will be simple and plain right now: I have no reason for senseless false statements or pointless bickering and backstabbing. I am here on my Master's behalf, and it is his wishes that I support. I have no problem playing well with others, but if the rest of you do, I should ask you to work this out now rather than ADD to our many mounting difficulties in this place along with those who take stock in useless things. And that aside, if anyone should die, they would simply come back. I see no problems here if we cannot agree to, at the very least, a small truce."

Xue had been taking notes from atop her hiding spot. Taking advantage of her stealth to remain hidden. This was more serious than she thought at first and even though she was a neutral party, what the ringmaster suggested did sound like it was well thought out, sides aside.

She wondered how the remaining guests would react and how things would play out. They all seemed top-notch, or at least acted like they were. If they were to unite, there'd be at least one powerful group within the tower. Maybe they'd even be able to force results or answers from whoever, or whatever brought them all here.

Majora has listened. An alliance? She hasn't been in one in years. She's not exactly prone to playing well with others. However... Perhaps this could work to her own benefit. She'll stretch her arms over her head, then lean back lazily so that she's sitting--on the backing of the chair, legs over the top and her upside-down.

"I say we do it. I'll even try to keep my temper reigned in and not target any of you in my curses. We're too divided. Should any of us need aid from a group of those goody two-shoes, we could very well be in trouble. Even I'll admit that," she says, rolling her eyes at the situation. Ugh, stupid tower.

Richtofen leaned back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, his leg bouncing idly as he listened to the others. How very quaint. It sounded like he was a part of some sort of children's story, where all of the big bad evil people gathered around to discuss how best to make the world a worse place together. He didn't object to such a goal, of course, but it was all very... lavish.

He sat forward and gestured first to Ghirahim, then to Majora. "I agree with the sparkly man and the little girl."

Despite the fact that he was attempting to enter into an alliance with said people, Richtofen apparently had no qualms with using less-than-friendly names for the others. In his defense, what else was he supposed to call them? He'd never met them before, so he didn't know their names.

He also didn't bother to apologize or ask what their names were; he just kept talking.

"It sounds like a good deal. I help you, you help me, he helps her, she helps him. We make life hell for certain people..." He grimaced, quite clearly thinking of someone in particular. "...and have as much fun as we can here. I don't see the bad side."

He shrugged and sat back. He had no problem working with someone, as long as they helped him out. There was always a chance he'd end up backstabbing them, of course, but they didn't need to know that.

Reno listened to the others, then finally shook his head after Ritchofen finished.

"You people are all missing a pretty big point." His voice was slightly louder now, but only enough to carry; he wanted to be sure they were all listening. "I'm hearing a lot about people, conflicts that existed on other worlds, and plans when you get home. Who gives a rat's ass about that, or the 'goody two-shoes'" he had no idea what that actually meant, "or the heroic types. You're talking so much about stupid shit in and out of the Tower, that you're forgetting the damned Tower itself."

Shifting in his seat, getting a little more comfortable and crossing one leg lazily over the other, he continued, "Forget wars, and the other crap. There's people who don't even have their enemies here." Like him, for example. "Forget the plans you got back home. It's not important."

Lifting a hand, he gestured in the general direction of the staircase. "There's one big goal we all have in common. Getting the hell out of this place and back home. I'm pretty sure all of us can agree on that."

To be honest, this place was bad enough without feuds and power struggles in the Tower. If something happened, then it happened. They didn't need to go provoking anyone and distracting from more important things. Besides, if it was just that kind of bullshit the alliance was going to be for, there was no reason for him to stay around. "Now, unless I'm wrong, we're all pretty damn powerful in our own right. If we got that much power, why waste it on something that isn't gonna get us out of here? If other shit happens, then we'll deal with it, but it shouldn't be the priority."

Allen's attention turned to Reno and he couldn't help but smile a bit in approval behind his mask. Maybe he wasn't the only one here with sense. He crossed his legs, completely ignoring the fact that his leg armor should make it incredibly difficult to do so.

"You'd be surprised how helpful the 'goody two-shoes' can be when you have a mutual problem, but that's a side point. The redhead's right, unless anyone here's a masochist-" an idea he wasn't ruling out, since he did personally know one back home, but he hoped none of the people here were that crazy. "-none of us want to be here."

He looked around, tilting his head enough to get everyone in view without making it too obvious who exactly he was looking at. They all seemed fairly egotistical. He could use that.

"Not to mention, I'm used to taking orders, but some of you don't really look like the types who exactly like to be under any kind of control but your own."

The Reunion

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/fashionably... late?

A Demon Lord is never late. He arrives precisely when he means to.

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