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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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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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