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

[great_king_of_evil]

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.

Comments

[temptestament]

Allen couldn't help but roll his eyes at the bantering. He'd spent his entire afterlife surrounded by people who couldn't stop running their mouths, and all it meant was that he'd learned to tune it out.

He stood up, his chair vanishing as soon as he left it, and turned to face Link.

"Running your mouths isn't going to get rid of him."

Bright points of light appeared behind him, the beginning of a powerful beam attack. He felt bad for the kid, to be honest, but he had to seem like he belonged here...and he'd long since learned to bury his regret. But the attack he was preparing would be merciful, assuming nobody else beat him to attacking.

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf was going to answer the questions, mostly to agree with Richtofen- But that's when Link came in. Wonderful, exactly what he needed, one of the hero, to interrupt a good going reunion. And he couldn't even kill him, otherwise it'd risk breaking his agreement with the kid. At least it'd definitely shut up both Allen And Reno.

It looked like the others had the situation in control, but... What the hell were they doing? Stop speaking and casting flashy spell, kill him already! Goddammit, he went through that stuff before, speaking too much and wasting time gloating and the boy will find something to do. Facepalm time. He's just gonna pretend he's not there till someone kill him for good.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Richtofen had to admit, the boy with the cards had a good idea, keeping the intruder in place like that. It'd make things a whole lot easier for them if he wasn't running around trying to fight back. That sort of thing was amusing to a point, but after a while it could get tedious.

He prepped himself to take a step forward, but out of the corner of his eye, there shone bright lights from behind one of the others. He spared the man a glance, then went ahead and walked over to Link anyway. When he came to a stop in front of the boy, he looked over his shoulder and squinted at Allen.

"Of course it isn't," he agreed. "But that big, flashy attack of yours will make him, what? Burst into flame? Will it vaporize him?" He snorted. "What a waste! Let the doctor take care of it."

He waved his free hand dismissively, then stuck his gun back into its holster and drew out a sharp-looking combat knife. He hoped that the fact that he was shielding Link with his own body would sway Allen to call off his attack; they were supposed to be allies, after all, and it would be terribly rude of him to kill Richtofen just to get to Link.

He hoped that was the case, anyway.

Well this was sort of coming to you, Link, sorry broseph

[lordoffabulous]

Ghirahim is not pleased by any of these disturbances. In fact, he shall be taking the time to properly seal the idiot up on top of Kiryu's Swords of Binding, just for extra precautions. He isn't pleased with the intrusion, and from here on, he only hopes no one will mind if he casually just sets his diamond-like magic to going about blocking off the entrance so as no one else will be running in like he did, nor will they HEAR them.

"Can we please calm down a moment?" He says, sighing, putting a wall of the same magic in front of Richtofen, just in the off-chance Allen happens to, you know, fire and try to kill the good Doctor. Oh, Link, you are SUCH a huge pain in the ass. The good news: he had made sure his magic would mean Link couldn't hear them at this point. Being the badguy mage had its perks.

He'll just be over here dreadfully annoyed, standing quietly next to Link, kind of just. Leaning on the cage. Why must he ruin EVERYTHING?

"To be frank, if you kill him, he'll just run off and squeal about how terribly naughty we've all been. We're personally acquainted. I know. I have made sure he cannot hear us at this point--honestly, I should have accounted for this beforehand... does anyone have a way to wipe memories?"

[midgarhorizon]

Reno walked over to the cage, swinging out his EMR which made it crackle with energy.

"I can fry his brain enough so that he won't remember just before I kill him." It was just a simple, soft spoken sentence, but one that held danger in promise underneath it. The EMR crackled with energy, arcing from Reno's hand to the tip, but he didn't seem bothered by it. "With any luck it should work."

[lordoffabulous]

Ghirahim smiles. It is a terrible smile. How he did enjoy torturing Link.

"I will give you an opening, then." It is only with a snap of his fingers that one small enough for Reno's hand in the magic does appear, hopefully, solving all their problems all at once. It'll get wider if Reno needs it, as Ghirahim is watching rather closely.

[midgarhorizon]

Soon enough, the EMR made contact with the boy, and the electricity grew until it reached a critical mass, exploding outward in a powerful Thundaga spell. Being in such a closed environment had the added affect of lighting Link up like a tesla coil, arcs of lightning hitting the surface of Ghirahim's shield.

It was quite pretty, if one discounted that it was a living being inside, being fried to death by those arcs.

Once Reno was satisfied, the lightning faded and the body fell to the floor. The kid would be all right, in time, there was no sense in looking worried or sad. He did what he had to, in order to save Link from what other fate the ones of the alliance could have in store for him. It's what the Turks did, and it was who they were. Either way, Reno was playing a part, and it was one he was good at.

It did help he was fairly sure the kid wouldn't remember anything involving his death when he woke up, the EMR had a habit of scrambling brainwaves in people who survived his attacks when they were strong enough.

Reno turned away and collapsed the EMR in one smooth motion, addressing the rest of the council.

"As I said, I'm a man of results. What was I going to say..." The interruption sort of broke his train of thought, but he got back to it without more than a slight pause. "Oh, yeah, how about this for a proposal; Make them work for us. Claim you want to work with them, at least on the surface. Promise them you'll be good, then screw with their heads. Everyone wants out of this place, and it confuses the hell out of your enemies calling a truce every once in a while.

Hero types? They like trusting people. If I'm not wrong, a lot of 'em like the 'redeem your enemy' bit. They won't suspect a thing- not us workin' together, not any alliance, and nothing at all for when we find a way home and you're about to knife 'em the second you get on the other side. Not to mention if they keep busy finding a way out it'll halve our workload."

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf grins at Link's fate- Isn't it beautiful, life's end? Like some sort of orchestra. He had wanted to see this very Link meet with a terrible fate since a while anyway. Then he listens to Reno's proposal attentively.

Have the heroes work for them? Well... The idea got bite he'll grant you that, but he's not sure about working with them, even if it's only to fool them. He's done that with the King of Hyrule before, in a sense. Could work, but it would certainly not be him to look for to accomplish that idea.

"My enemies here will tell you that I am beyond redemption." Ganondorf simply replied to him "Nevertheless, if you believe this has a chance of working, you're free to try. I do not mind putting a mask of good intention in public if it is to fool them and have them do our dirty job."

He remains largely unconvinced though. he's in the middle of his plan with one of the Link, and he already knows for a fact that Zelda- Never ever will trust him.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Richtofen would've been more disappointed that he didn't get to cut up the boy if Reno's attack wasn't as entertaining as it was. Hysterical laughter bubbled up out of his mouth as he watched the kid light up and then fall over. He invented a gun that could do something quite similar, so, naturally, he was a fan of electricity-induced injury.

His giggles died down when Reno started talking, and he listened with a smile on his face. He twirled his knife around in his fingers, looking very much like a child who'd just received the Christmas present he's always wanted (if that child happened to be in the body of a 40-something-year-old man, of course).

"Ahh, what a show! He lit up so wonderfully!" He chuckled again. "I have no problems pretending to be on their side, in any case. Whatever it is we need to do."