Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[nightcure]

Cream and plenty of sugar, [ says Noctwo, before poofing out of existence.

Noctis crosses his arms. ]

Not that much sugar.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei raises his (or, well, Noctis's) eyebrows, then holds his own coffee out.]

Triple dog dare you, Chosen Kid.

[It's black. Black as hell.]

[nightcure]

You know I'm seven years older than you, right?

[ But he takes the cup, staring down into it. He can sense his doom. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Can't do it, can you.

[nightcure]

[ Narrows his eyes.

Drinks half the fucking cup.

.... ah. regret. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

--Hahahaha!

[Nothing about this situation is okay, they're losing people one after the other physically and in their own goddamn heads, but Junpei Tenmyouji (a la Noctis Lucis Caelum) drops to his knees and loses his everloving shit.]

Your--face--!

[nightcure]

[ this is the worst thing ]

How do you do it?! It's too bitter!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Bitter--like my soul!

[Overcome, he collapses totally and rolls over. He is literally rolling on the floor laughing. The Chosen King of Light, picture of dignity and walking tall.]

[nightcure]

[ Oh my god. ]

I can't believe you're using my image for evil.

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's--haha, snrrk!--tough to be popular, huh?

[nightcure]

[ top ten anime betrayals ]

Okay, funny guy, now you have to drink mine.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Aw, nuts.]

...Okaaay... Fair, I guess.

[He sits up warily.]

[nightcure]

That's what I thought.

[ He sets the cup down... then hands his over. Look at that color. What a nice light tan. It's also really sweet, so rip in fuck, Junpei. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He squints down at it.]

Is this even actually coffee?

[nightcure]

It sure is. Bottoms up, man.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ugh.

[Well, bottoms up. Maybe if he pretends it's ice cream...

...

...]

Ugh. What did coffee beans ever do to you?