Angry mob plot: Tuesday the 4th meeting

[mustlovedogs]

Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Floor 32
Format: action is probably easiest here, but go for what you want
Summary: Everyone gather 'round and find out what those signs were about
Warnings: Nothing much for this one, just language.
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[This is the sign you have almost certainly seen around the tower, they're all over the place, really. Each with worse writing than the last. But that's not important. No one questions a guy who's about 6'2" with a scary face and muscles that aren't at all hidden, especially when he's carrying a metal pole, right? Right.

Regardless, on Tuesday at 1pm on floor 32, chances are anyone who's showed up saw the sign and was interested. Whether they thought it was for a fight between them or figured out what was going on - or something else entirely, they showed up, and Mondo was going to try his best to recruit them.

He waits a while after the designated time to make sure everyone who's planning to come has, before making an announcement.]

Alright, listen up, no good at explaining shit, so don't make me say more than I got to.

Everybody's pissed off at these admin guys, right? Don't care if you been here for a day or a year or whatever the hell, fucking sucks. Treat people like some kinda experiment and don't tell us nothing! Killed my best friend 'cause they turned me into some werewolf looking to kill people. ...Nah, ain't just that, ate him, y'know?! Who the fuck makes somebody do that?! Other people keep disappearing, now there's graves up there with their names on them! But they don't tell us nothing, so we don't know shit about it! Are they dead for real or what? What'd they do to them? Say they're trying to save us 'cause the world ended, but d'you really believe that? We don't know anything, they're just messing around with us for fun! I'm fucking sick of it!

Don't know if anybody knew him here, but Majima, yakuza guy, made me part of his family and all, so, guess that makes him my old man. He's gone, but we were gonna do this together. Round up a bunch of strong people who're sick of it like us, see what we can do. Those guys with the red collars and the ones without a colour, it'd be fucking stupid to fight them on your own, but if you got a bunch of people together, it'd work. Maybe we could get information from them. Maybe we can take down enough to make the guys in charge give us some answers. Don't tell me that kind of stuff don't work, don't care if you heard about the Crazy Diamonds or not, but I'm their leader! Biggest motorcycle gang in Japan! I'm used to this shit, I know how it works. I've been in prison, I fought cops and other gangs and shit. Nobody beats me'n my gang in a fight 'cause we know what's up! Anybody's gonna be a good leader for this, it'd be me.

Not gonna make you do it, if you wanna leave, go for it. Anybody that wants to, it'll be tomorrow, same time. Meet up here and go down together.

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[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen's seated on a large, flat rock, one leg crossed over the other (because he is the picture of manliness). He had his hands folded in his lap, but after Mondo's speech is concluded, he raises one hand in the air.]

Question!

[He sounds pretty laid-back, all things considered. He definitely can't hold a candle to Mondo's fiery outburst.]

When you say that we can try to get information out of them, do you mean by any means necessary? Like, say... [He gesticulates with the hand he raised, waving it about as if he's looking for the right words.] ...if we were to capture some and immobilize them, would anyone be opposed to it if we were to torture them?

[He glances around at the others who are gathered there, then presses a finger to his lips. It does nothing to hide his smile.]

I am just curious.

[mustlovedogs]

[Why are you so creepy, roommate...

He rubs his neck, thinking about it for a minute.]

Don't see why not, I guess. They're the ones trying to keep us in line and shit, their fault for doing it in the first place. We got a right to know, they don't want to let us, tough shit.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Ooh, wunderbar!

[He claps his hands together, looking absolutely giddy.]

This sounds like it is going to be very fun! Don't you all agree? [He cranes his neck this way and that, trying to meet the eyes of the others.] Anyone? How about you? Yes? No?

[If you're one of the unfortunate ones who this whacked-out Nazi is trying to socialize with, feel free to ignore him. It's probably for the best.]

[stalemates]

[Lambda will pipe up, at least! She just came to spectate, but if she can get in on some fun with her friend, then~]

Ooh, me, pick me!

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen points to Lambda and smiles.]

Yes, Fräulein Lambda, sehr gut! [He leans forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the rock.] Perhaps we can try out that bomb idea we talked about.

[stalemates]

[She skips forward, taking a seat on the grass near him.]

The one with the monkey?!

[doctor_dismemberment]

Ja, that one. It might kill some of them a bit too quickly, but monkey bombs are very good for blowing people's legs clean off! [His voice gradually rose in pitch until, at the end of his sentence, it was so high that it had a decent chance of disturbing any dogs in the area. Yeah, he's super excited.]

I do hope the drones are resilient enough to take a good beating.

[stalemates]

Those red collar ones are really strong, they should be fun to play with!

[doctor_dismemberment]

[He sighs wistfully, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand.]

Oh, it is always so much fun to break the strong...

[stalemates]

Of course, it's boring to just pick on the weak, taking something strong and making it weak is hard work...but totally worth it.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch steps away from Richtofen without acknowledging the look he gives or the content of his question and musings. People who talked that way, he'd already learned, should be kept at a distance.*

Torture is never acceptable. *His voice is quiet, but unwavering.*

[doctor_dismemberment]

[The smile falls off of Richtofen's face. He squints and, sure enough, it's that man he left to die back in October. As a matter of fact, it's the one who killed him, he thinks, but it was so difficult to see his face through all of the damned blinding light that he just can't be sure.

He leans forward, putting a hand to his ear.]

Excuse me? Do you have something that you would like to share with the rest of us?

[warriorscribe]

*It's a good thing his cloak covers his Arch, then, the distinct weapon would give him away. As it is it's just covering the tips of it that extend beyond his waist where it lies attached to the back of his jeans. Enoch pulls his cloak tighter around himself and looks over at Richtofen.*

Torture isn't acceptable. They did nothing to us, and likely know even less than we do. We'd be no worse than our host.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[As it stands, Richtofen has about as much memory of his zombie frenzies as a fever dream (the whole "copious amounts of blood loss" thing didn't help his mental state any). So, at least for now, he feels a nagging sense of familiarity that he can't quite put his finger on. Probably because he's a little too distracted by the thought of murder, glorious murder, to do much thinking about anything else.]

I don't really see the problem with that. [He shrugs. He considers himself basically the same as Jason already - minus the all-encompassing power, of course.] You're going to have to try harder if you want to make me feel bad about killing a few mindless drones.

[warriorscribe]

....Because it's clear you're the type who won't.

*The people that make humanity look bad.*

If they're truly "mindless", then they won't have any information to give.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Maybe they will! Perhaps they'll have a switch somewhere inside of them that will make them spill all the information about this Tower, but we just won't know it unless we poke around in their chest cavities! Wouldn't that he wunderbar?

[He sounds way too excited at the prospect of doing that.]

[warriorscribe]

...Now you're only coming up with excuses.

[culbutiri]

[Nesir was nearby almost curled on a rock, trying to keep her bare feet off the snowy ground. Why did this stupid meeting have to be outside?

She was again impressed with how Rochtofen could be confident enough to speak of such things openly.] I do be thinking it is probably the only way we will be getting the information.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen turns to Nesir, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.]

Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking! Everybody, you heard it from the girl. [He gestures toward her.] Torture is necessary!

[He crosses his arms toward his chest in a self-satisfied sort of way and lets out a tiny laugh.]

So, will you be helping me, then? I am always happy to work with like-minded individuals.

[mustlovedogs]

[Mondo's not going to say anything, but this is all making him very uncomfortable... He doesn't have any sympathy for their captors, and it might be the only way to get information from the drones, but...if it has to be done, it shouldn't be enjoyed at all.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Lighten up, Mondo. Richtofen's your roommate. You honestly should have expected this.]

[culbutiri]

[Sorry Mondo. Nesir grins back, it's not often she get's listened to; she could get used to this.]

Of course I will be helping you. I do be thinking I could be learning a lot from you.

[Something she learned young, flattery gets you everywhere.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[That it does. The flattery goes right to egomaniac Richtofen's head, of course, and he places a hand over his heart in a gesture of false humility.]

Oh my, well, it's so nice to hear that I'll be helping to mold eager young minds. [He chuckles.] Back in Germany, before the war, they always did tell me I'd make such a good role model.

[But that was only the people who didn't know that he spent his free time trying to find out how best to keep a person alive with as few parts of their body intact as possible.]

[culbutiri]

[She smirked and wrapped her arms round herself because it was cold.] I do be agreeing with them.

[That's important knowledge]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Not to worry, Fräulein Nesir, I will teach you some of mein best torture methods! The more, the merrier, ja?