Feedback meeting [backdated]

[culbutiri]

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.

Comments

[neverbeamemory]

"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.

[notayoungkitten]

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.

[culbutiri]

"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.

[neverbeamemory]

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.

[isthatashortjoke]

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.