towerofanimus | Feedback meeting [backdated]

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Feedback meeting [backdated]

Characters: Nesir, all the bunch of mad evil mission kids, Naoya, Richtofen, Riku Replica was probably invited too, any one else who feels like hanging out and drinking with a bunch of bad guys. Anyone who stumbles upon them.
Setting: Floor 35 (bottomless lake island) Backdated to about the 12th?
Format: Whatever you wish
Summary: The villains meet up to discuss what happened, and then they get drunk ~~the latter is totally not Nesir's fault shut up~~

I'll split it into two bits, the meeting and the party. We can hold off on the meeting until we are a bit further along in the actual plot and know what happened.

Warnings: Drunken villains should be a warning in itself, but also probably mentions of death (I'll edit as we go)

The floating island with the dead bottomless lake was somewhere quite quiet, there wasn't much there apart from the lake, which was devoid of life and would kill anyone who swam too deep. Not really the place for a gathering.

Unless you were the group here today. They had managed to get down to the lower levels, their mission was finished, the distraction had been a success and it was time to report, and celebrate.

Nesir had gotten there quite early, and hidden what she had brought behind a rock before wrapping her cloak around her, it was warmer than it had been but still a little too cold for Nesir's liking.

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Nesir was silent once everyone was gathered, waiting for Ganondorf to speak.

Ganondorf was waiting patiently until everyone came in. When they were all in, he nodded in acknowledgement before beginning to speak. The King of Evil looked very satisfied to say the least. As far as he was concerned this dark world had been a formidable success and a victory in the war against the administrators. Not an obvious victory, but a subtle one.

"The plot has been a complete success. Not only have we proved we can cut off entire floors from most of the administrative influence, but our valiant heroes have done everything as I had planned. From going through the cursed floors to following the path I left to help them find me, they have been predictably brilliant." he said calmly, nearly sounding disappointed "Whatsoever no originality in their methods, they never considered for a second walking out of the system I wrote for them and just did as we wanted..."

He paused and looked at the small assembly of people gathered here before continuing.

"If anything, we have proved the tower's population is even more manipulable than I originally thought." he said before adding "But of course, as amusing as this 'dark world' was, we all know this was only a distraction. Naoya and Jin successfully hacked into the elevator. Now the question is, what happened down there?"

Once everything important had been spoken about and it looked like the meeting was about to be over Nesir grinned and reached behind her to the bottles she had hidden before the meeting started.

She didn't say anything, just passed them round with a smirk.

A bottle.

Though not naive enough to be unable to comprehend Nesir's intention; to celebrate or commiserate, drinking isn't really something Sephiroth would consider to participate in. Not only is such an activity ~~usually~~ pointless on account of the self-preservative properties in his genetic make-up, but even if it were possible to get past that - such a state dulls senses, slows reactions and can unbalance a person, which is clearly dangerous around the Tower. Not to mention, such is a social pastime and he's not exactly a social creature ~~though surely after what they've been through...~~.

He knows enough about the Tower now to realize that his floor could be such a place where alcohol may have an affect -Had she picked this floor on purpose?. But even so Sephiroth turns the bottle around in his hands a little - looking for some labeling to ascertain what it contains, then even a slight smell at the contents wrinkles his nose with the obvious strength of the beverage.

Tower-given alcoholic drinks? Well that's certainly foreboding enough. He'll wait and watch others reactions first before calling out to Nesir.

"Where did you get these?"

She shrugged, "I did be finding it, the guy who did be making it will no be missing it." She grinned at him.

She had not expected to succeed, but it had been as good of a success as she could have hoped for. Her death was something of a sore point for her but at least now she had both arms. She rarely drinks, though as a Russian, it is not out of dislike of the stuff. It was just a simple choice. "I've never been on this floor before," she commented idly as she glanced at the drinks. She had no reason to travel through each individual floor, but with the obsolete map in her possession she at least knew what to expect in such a place.

"A shame we can't go fishing here."

"We'll find somewhere else to fish."

... Actually finding a place to fish was a good idea for food supply reasons. But aside from that. Alcohol now. He takes a swig, not really caring what it tastes like.

"There do be a few places where we can be fishing." There was an entire ocean, but those floors tended to have too many prying eyes and ears. Now that the bottles had been passed round she took a drink herself.

Veigar isn't one to drink, or to party, or to socialize for that matter. The Tiny Master of Evil was livid in more ways than one... However, considering it was a technical victory he'd at least remain with the rest, for now.

However, he didn't seem all that interested in the drink as of yet. Too busy with arms folded and even though most of his features were always hidden underneath the constant shadows emanated from his hat, his glowing eyes could be seen studying the group.

"..."

Ganondorf didn't say a word as he received his bottle. Alcohol? Urge to facepalm: raising.

Villains, you are all supposed to be the masters of evil in the multiverse. He'll give a quick glance at Ocelot and Veigar as they don't appear excited at the alcohol idea either. Not that he couldn't drink, he just didn't want. Besides here without his powers working and surrounded by people like him, this would just plain be a bad move.

Fishing? Sephiroth idly listens to the conversation going on between Ocelot, Naoya and Nesir. Not something he'd really offer a comment on, not having any great need to eat, so he goes back to inspecting the bottle still grasped in his hand. As if he might be on some time limit to decide whether he wanted to entertain the idea of this could-be-terrible experience.

It's noted that not everyone is drinking as Nesir had potentially hoped. Ganondorf and Veigar don't seem to be the types to be participating either, much like himself usually. Though any possible allegiances weren't going to form themselves and involving himself with this little pastime may indeed open doors otherwise closed? Sephiroth wasn't sure if he let his pride get in the way this time, would it have future repercussions...

"Maybe we'll use one of Richtofen's creatures as bait."

... After a moment, he shakes his head.

"Never mind. I wouldn't want to eat whatever wants to eat those."

She took a sip after a long moment, watching the group thoughtfully. She'd never bring herself to drink so much that she got drunk, but a little at a time was fine for her. "Let's try not to eat mutant fish, now," she said with a slight smirk. If such things even existed, of course. She couldn't say for sure given the fact that her experience with the forest was also full of mutated and inedible creatures.

"Yes she did be saying fishing not monster battling." Though monster battling was quite fun, Nesir wouldn't actually want to eat any of the monsters, unless things got very desperate.

She turned to Ganondorf and Veigar and grinned, "Come on, you do be deserving some fun too."

Ryoji gives the alcohol a curious look. He had always been curious about trying this, but he was young, and honestly starting to feel a little weary with the whole situation. The doubts against the good intentions of this particular group were piling up, and he wasn't sure if he should be drinking around people he may not be able to trust.

He still nods his thanks to Nesir. Maybe he was just biased, but she seemed trustworthy.

Vergil took a bottle, but didn't yet drink. Instead he first held it closer to sniff, then poured some on the ground, trying to discern what exactly it was. He wouldn't be entirely averse to some, as long as it wasn't tainted, and was of high enough quality. Which he seriously doubted.

"For all we know, these mutated fish may already have been served to us."

Veigar huffed, "While the offer is noted and dully appreciated. I do not need to drink to have fun. I am sure you lot will provide all the fun needed during this evening and celebrations can be had in many dofferent forms other than through drink."

Pushing his bottle aside, he simply eyed the others. There was much more to this group than they let on. Nothing the Tiny Master of Evil couldn't handle, but alliances were a rare commodity in the tower. It took importance to note and know what each individuals personality and kit was like.

Sephiroth is still eyeing everyone else, holding the bottle in his hand. He catches Vergil's eye for just a moment to at least nod his agreement - it is such a good thing that he doesn't need to eat. No worries about him being fed any mutated anything!

Fun? Sephiroth wasn't considering to join them just for the fun of it, indeed he's one that thinks much too much to concede to any type of such pointless activity like that. He's not social enough to drink just for the social aspect either. Then why does he find himself so in two minds about this idea? Even if he did manage get drunk, surely it's worth the experience?

He walks away from the group a little bit and half-sits, half-leans against the rock that Nesir had pulled her stash from out behind of. For now at least he seems interested enough in watching everyone else, though he has still got the bottle in hand - who knows the mood might take him in a while.

"You do be suiting yourself." Nesir snapped at Veigar, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him. She grinned at Ryoji, "It do be fine," She took a swallow of her own drink, "See."

Whatever they wanted to do was fine with her. At Vergil's words she raised one single brow. It was a good thing that she was careful what she ate, then. There were things that she wanted to ask. What exactly had been accomplished, for one. But she didn't speak. It seemed like it had been success enough for some, but her dying had still not been something that she had particularly enjoyed. She was silent for now, still watching the group with interest.

Well, if Nesir says it's okay... Ryoji carefully puts the bottle up to his lips and takes a little swig. He shivers a bit as it goes down, because it tastes so bitter and strange and not at all like what he'd usually drink, but...

Then there's that nice warm feeling in his stomach. That's unexpected, but it really makes him feel a lot less nervous and uncomfortable. He takes another sip, and another, and with each sip he takes, that comforting warmth spreads. The drink starts to taste a little less strange too. The tingling feeling in his head he could do without, but otherwise, he's glad he took Nesir's recommendation.

Naoya eyes Ryoji carefully. There's something about him... he'll have to talk to him later.

Anyway, Naoya shrugs. "Fighting monsters isn't too much of a problem... probably not now though. It's hard to aim when you're drunk."

And it's not like he wants to explode any of them at the moment.

"Quite."

It had crossed Sephiroth's mind as well, they weren't exactly on a 'safe' floor - if they were all to indulge in this drunkenness there was a possibility of not being able to get back to their Dormitories in one piece afterward.

Surely most of them have already endured a death and sleep paralysis, and wouldn't want another one so soon afterwards.

The thought that they were on a floor that had the potential to be attacked also crossed Ocelot's mind. It was why she drank slowly to keep her wits about her. Every once in a while she would scan the surroundings, wary of even the slightest disturbance. "Then let's keep our wits about us, yes?" she said, giving an approving nod to Sephiroth as she spoke.

"Well I did no be planning for us to be losing control and being unable to be fighting." Nesir at least was drinking happily, which she should be since it was her idea.

Actually the reason why this floor was so good was that it blocked powers, which could go out of control or stop working under the effects of alcohol (at least in her world), by making it that everyone was aware they couldn't use magic it meant that they would fight without their powers first, and not attempt magic and fail, putting themselves at risk.

She was a good temple warrior sometimes.

There was another look down at the bottle still clutched in one hand. Ocelot was right - even if he did indulge, there was no need to drink to excess, indeed then it would be dangerous. The input from the older woman was encouraging.

How much damage could one or two sips do, really? Still...

So what if the other more 'serious' people in their little group were abstaining. Sephiroth does what Sephiroth wants regardless and won't be made to feel torn between two lots of peer pressure that he doesn't care to deal with. The whole feeling is enough to make him feel like he should walk away, Sephiroth is left wondering what he actually wants out of this little gathering, why he's sticking around...

He thinks too much.

These people were so carefree and just going about their day as if everything was fine... They had died! Veigar had avoided death since arriving in this blasted, wretched place since he had arrived! Sure he had been used to death and repeated revival in the Fields of Justice, but it had NEVER been something he sought, let alone felt okay with!

He clenched his gauntleted fist until the leather made straining noises from the pressure, soon however he released it, noticing the lack of power that came forth. He already knew he hated the floors where powers didn't work and knew that no matter how hard he tried he never could get even a damn spark to come forth.

He was out of his comfort zone and seeing everyone in a good or at least pleasant mood made him furious. Except that he was also very good at hiding such emotions behind the shadows and mainly expressionless, glowing eyes under the large hat.

Sephiroth interestingly watches this little guy take sip after sip from the bottle after the initial apparent dislike, still sat against his rock.

It's not easy to tell at what point clarity starts to become cloudier but the change in Ryoji's nervousness at least seemed to melt away by the minute. Surely taking an example from such a youngster (who he's sure shouldn't be drinking) isn't an excuse...

Though, it's curious if for nothing else to know how such a drink might effect Sephiroth. Might it shut off those parts of his mind that keep him awake at night?

He knows he shouldn't be drinking, but he's curious, and it's a new experience, and he was only intending to take one sip, but it was so good-

Ryoji blinks blearily when he notices Sephiroth's stare, and for a moment, he stares back, just as cautious and angry as he had been in the past times he'd seen Sephiroth...

And then a snort of laughter sneaks through and that wariness is gone.

What's so funny? Does it matter? Ryoji's giggling so badly you'd think someone had stuck a clown nose on Sephiroth's face, but everything's the same as ever.

Nesir just smirked, at least one of these miserable lot were having fun.

Mission accomplished.

Both silver eyebrows are raised now, with a deeper furrow between them at the top. Whatever had triggered that little outburst from Ryoji, Sephiroth wasn't quite sure he wanted to know.

It's certainly not something that would convince him that getting involved is a good idea, there is his pride to consider.

There was only so much of that giggling that could be bearable though.

"What's so funny?"

Ryoji doesn't even bother answering Sephiroth, instead turning to Nesir and tapping her shoulder, as if he's forgotten that he already has her attention.

"Nesir-chan, Nesir-chan! L-Look at him! Just.. his face-"

He doubles over suddenly, still chuckling, even though there is clearly nothing wrong with Sephiroth's face. When he sits up again, he looks up at Sephiroth with obvious excitement.

"Hey, Sephiroth! Let's have a glaring contest! Ready set go!"

And now he's attempting a rather ridiculous interpretation of Sephiroth's face, eyes narrowed, lip jutting out, and arms folded.

...At least he's not having a laughing fit anymore?

Strong arms are slowly drawn up across his chest as whatever unimpressed expression had been across Sephiroth's features turns fluidly into a warning glare. He doesn't take jokes well, especially with his notoriously short-temper and coupled with the all of his recent events downstairs it's brewing into nothing short of an over-reactive Molotov cocktail of anger.

Careful Ryoji. Be thankful that Sephiroth currently is an expert in controlling his outrage-filled outbursts and he knows that you're clearly drunk already. This, among many other reasons is why he doesn't suffer children. Not having any recollection of his own childhood probably has a great deal to do with his impatience with them.

Taking care to seem like he's ignored Ryoji's facial expression Sephiroth takes a step forward away from his rock and steps right up in front of Ryoji. Taking full advantage of the height he has over the other guy he peers down from between silver bangs, fist tight around the bottle he's holding. His mood quickly spiraling into more of his comfort zone; he's so much better at aggression than socializing.

"Got a problem. Boy?"

His face? Nesir turned to Sephiroth not seeing anything funny... until he begins to glare.

Then he is hilarious and she collapses into giggles, taking another swallow, she looks back to Ryoji to try and calm down, and sees his impression.

The giggling gets worse but she at least stands to get in between Sephiroth and Ryoji.

"He do no..." She burst into laughter, "Be doing no harm." She tried to copy his threatening glare, though she kept laughing and ruining it.

It's been a while since she let herself have fun.

Ryoji had been about to make a comment that yes, he did have a problem, particularly with Sephiroth's stupid hair (which would have been followed with another giggle fit), but thankfully Nesir intervenes before Ryoji gets himself killed.

Besides, Nesir is a really good distraction. She's having fun, like he is, and she's cheerful, and kind, and her accent is cute. The look on her face when she copies Sephiroth is adorable too, but honestly, she's always adorable. Poor Nesir should've been careful how much alcohol she let Ryoji have. He always flirts but he may end up getting even more extreme now.

"See, listen to Nesir! She obviously has more going for her than just good looks."

Naoya breaks out into laughter, his face a little red by now. His slight figure isn't doing him any favors in the drinking department at the moment.

"Just ignore him if you're so offended. Unless you want to murder him which really won't have any lasting consequences. ... Psychologically I guess, but whatever."

Naoya gets an A+ in socializing here too.

Wow, Vergil doesn't like any of you. He watches the group in disgust - unsurprised the children should be making fools of themselves and giggling away. He sips from the bottle finally, but grimaces as soon as he does and sets it aside. How can anyone drink that swill? Well, at least it's free for the taking now.

Again he turns to the group. He doesn't roll his eyes, but you can practically feel the desire to hanging in the air.

Nesir blinks at Ryoji's words, startled. She blushed a bit but was soon distracted, glad that Naoya wasn't joining the others in their disapproval.

Vergil though... "We could be making a gallery of scary faces, be chasing off the monsters with them."

"Scary faces? That sounds like fun!"

He probably won't be that scary, however, judging from the chuckles that still occasionally escape him.

"...Sephiroth still has the scariest face though."

Oh but it would be so satisfying to punish Ryoji at least for even daring to make such comments towards him. Though Naoya is right, there is little point when death itself doesn't carry much weight here. Can't use it in any way to control, or otherwise punish anyone if the general fear of it is so lax.

He'd already learned this, that's why keeping his patience was so important. He shouldn't care; so why react at all! So much for that facade of near-perfect sanity.

Sephiroth says nothing to any of them in response but abruptly turns and removes himself from the situation. Putting some more serious distance by way of a few strides, between him and that particular little group he considers just to leave the floor completely and let them have their little party. Let them think he's sulking if they want, they'll learn.

Instead, having taken the bottle of drink with him, he ends up sitting close to but not on the bank of the lake. Staring between it and out over the lake, trying to think clearly enough to make a decision one way or the other.

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