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towerofanimus2012-11-24 10:46 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-24 10:46 pm
Entry tags:
The Doctor is [Having a Meltdown]
Characters: Dr. Richtofen and whatever unlucky soul wanders by.
Setting: Room 2-02
Format: Action
Summary: Richtofen ran away from all the action on the network due to some rather... debilitating conditions. He tries to make a log of what happened as quickly as possible, despite his ailment.
Warnings: Swearing, possible threat of a very unstable Richtofen attacking your character (he won't hurt them unless you give me permission though), general craziness.
[Anyone wandering around the second floor will hear a German-accented voice talking loudly enough to be heard all the way down the halls.]
Log entry five- log fo- log number five three seven zero three seven I FORGET WHAT FUCKING NUMBER IT IS!
[Richtofen's screaming into his tape recorder, pacing up and down his dorm. The door's slung wide open and some items from his trunk are scattered around the room, a product of his haste. His hat is askew, and he's holding his head in one hand, the tape recorder in the other.]
I don't know what day it is. It's November. It's Novem- SHUT UP! [He doesn't seem to have said that in response to anyone in particular. He takes a shaky breath to try and steady himself.] That woman was on the network today. We talked to her. She said- She said a great many things about this world, this Tower. I'm still-
[His eye twitches violently, and he stops in his tracks, rubbing the butt of his palm over his temple in small circular motions.]
I'm still- [His voice got a little bit high-pitched, but he rectifies that quickly.] -trying to discover more information about that little boy. But this Ruana woman is maddeningly cryptic, and it is so hard to think of proper questions to ask when the voices are screaming so loudly!
[He heaves a shaky sigh and plops onto his bed. Both of his hands, including the one holding the tape recorder, support his head, his elbows resting on his knees. His voice has gotten softer.]
The voices are screaming so loudly...
Setting: Room 2-02
Format: Action
Summary: Richtofen ran away from all the action on the network due to some rather... debilitating conditions. He tries to make a log of what happened as quickly as possible, despite his ailment.
Warnings: Swearing, possible threat of a very unstable Richtofen attacking your character (he won't hurt them unless you give me permission though), general craziness.
[Anyone wandering around the second floor will hear a German-accented voice talking loudly enough to be heard all the way down the halls.]
Log entry five- log fo- log number five three seven zero three seven I FORGET WHAT FUCKING NUMBER IT IS!
[Richtofen's screaming into his tape recorder, pacing up and down his dorm. The door's slung wide open and some items from his trunk are scattered around the room, a product of his haste. His hat is askew, and he's holding his head in one hand, the tape recorder in the other.]
I don't know what day it is. It's November. It's Novem- SHUT UP! [He doesn't seem to have said that in response to anyone in particular. He takes a shaky breath to try and steady himself.] That woman was on the network today. We talked to her. She said- She said a great many things about this world, this Tower. I'm still-
[His eye twitches violently, and he stops in his tracks, rubbing the butt of his palm over his temple in small circular motions.]
I'm still- [His voice got a little bit high-pitched, but he rectifies that quickly.] -trying to discover more information about that little boy. But this Ruana woman is maddeningly cryptic, and it is so hard to think of proper questions to ask when the voices are screaming so loudly!
[He heaves a shaky sigh and plops onto his bed. Both of his hands, including the one holding the tape recorder, support his head, his elbows resting on his knees. His voice has gotten softer.]
The voices are screaming so loudly...
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I didn't say we were. I just said that's how I'm speaking to you. It's how I talk to most everyone, if I find them needing help. And I may not know you very well, but you could try and help me understand you.
And my name isn't child. I'm Tohko Amano, the book girl..and I don't think I'm making a mistake. Everyone needs some help sometimes. You may not need my help, but you'll need someone's if you want to get rid of those voices.
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[Richtofen stopped, spinning on his heel and striding slowly toward Tohko.]
Well, I am Doctor Richtofen, the greatest scientist in the world, und I do not need anybody's help. The voices are loud und they grate on me and make it hard to think, but they are leading me toward greater power, greater happiness!
[When he finally stopped, he loomed a mere foot or so away from Tohko, glowering at her in disdain.]
I have experimented on people younger than you. I've killed them, and I've strung up their remains for their friends and families to see. If you think for even a teeny-tiny little second that I won't do the same to you, you do not know me at all.
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Nice to meet you, Doctor Richtofen. How are you so sure of that? If those voices are hurting you and causing you to scream, then maybe they just want you to suffer. Even if you don't realize it.
[Tohko bit her lip at his words and his glowering. She was scared..but she had met Wilhelm. She could deal with the mentioning of experiments and torture. After all, she was in last month's horrible experiment. She could deal with this.]
...Why would you do something like that? For fun? For the greater glory?
[Tohko then sighed, trying to calm down. She also moved a foot away from the Doctor.]
...You're right, I don't know much about you..but I now know a little bit. And why would you kill me for all to see here? I'll just come back to life, and I don't see how I've offended you. If I have, I am sorry.
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[He smiled.]
I killed them because it was fun, und because I could. Nothing brings me greater joy than hearing a person's frightened plea before I take their life.
[He pulled his combat knife out of its sheath and twirled it around, then caught it expertly by the handle.]
If I were to kill you right now, I would do it because it would make me happy. Und the voices, for that matter. But the beauty of this place... [He tapped the flat of the blade against his gloved palm.] ...is that I can do it again, und again, und again!
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...I see. While it would make you and your voices happy, I would prefer it if you didn't kill me. As I've told you, I have things to do, friends to be with, and people to help. I'd rather you didn't kill me. However..if you're into murder, how about you read some good murder mysteries? I'm sure you might enjoy them.
[Tohko was now near the open door. She got ready to run.]
I'm terribly sorry, but I've got to run to that library. It's my job, and I am a book girl. However..take some Tylenol later. That may help with whatever headaches your voices give you.
[And with that, Tohko was running out of there, up the stairs as fast as she could.]
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Richtofen quickly weighed his options. On the one hand, the voices were urging him to run run run and get her, to stab her all over until she drowned in her own blood. But on the other hand, he had never finished his log, and the events of the day left him weary and aching, and going outside his room meant the possibility of running into those troublesome powerful people who had annoyingly pure sets of morals and a desire to protect the weak. They would probably all be extra dead-set against the whole "killing" thing after the network incident, too, and Richtofen didn't feel like risking his own death just to kill a stupid girl.
He rushed up to the doorway and looked out just in time to see one last flash of Tohko's hair and clothes before she disappeared.]
You make things so difficult for me! Oh, fuck it.
[He flopped down onto the ground, resting his back against the doorframe. Looking resigned, he gave a flick of his wrist, intending to lodge his knife in the floor.
It didn't work. The dumb thing just bounced off, hurting his wrist in the process.]
Verdammt!
[Today is not his day, all right?]