towerofanimus | Angry mob plot part 2; Wednesday the 5th

[Mondo gets to the floor an hour early despite the cold, intending to be there should anyone need to voice concerns or have any questions for him.

A few minutes after one, it's time for another peptalk with the group.]

Letting you guys back out now if you want, nobody's gonna be pissed or think you're weak or whatever. Anybody coming's probably gonna get killed by those admin bastards.

Something goes wrong and they punish other people 'cause of us, said it yesterday, that's my problem, should come back to me, nobody else. You tell anybody that gets hurt that, they can come find me, do what I can to help.

Don't let anybody get in the middle of it, anybody who's not one of the tower guys or one of us isn't part of this, not gonna let something happen to them, got it?

[Quick glance around, mentally taking a headcount and picking out distinguishable features from those within the group gathered. It wasn't like he'd met all that many people in the Tower to date, and he might need to remember faces later. Death, well it's not like he hadn't been through that before; but he'd sure take as many down with him as he could!

Having to hide behind this gangster incase they got their knuckles rapped? No. Whatever consequences came to Sephiroth by his own actions he'd always dealt with himself before - and he would again.]

So, whats the itinerary?

Aa, they're checking collars today, right? That's the big one. Lots of them're gonna be there and lots of them're gonna be trying to make people go. If any of them're gonna know something, it's those ones, I bet.

Over at the restaurant too. We're gonna go everywhere they got these guys posted, going down first. Floor two's the important one, so, hit there first before they know what's going on.

[Collar checkups. Sephiroth didn't need anymore of a direction. He hated everything that particular day of every two weeks stood for. If there was anywhere he would have picked it would have been there.

If that got boring, there were always drones around performing menial cleaning and maintenance tasks. Any floor where people went would need the drones' attention at some point.

He nodded understandably at Mondo.]

Hey, we showed up even after all those other people argued with us. Why would we leave now?

[Lancer's mostly here because he can't bear to just sit on his ass.]

[He grins, nodding his approval.]

You got the right idea! Figured I'd let you guys have a chance's all.

Thanks, but no thanks. Now, how about we get to the action?

[Nesir is here looking irritated, mostly because they are outside again and it is cold. She tries to stand still; though it is hard with bare feet on snow.

She pulled a face, she would think anyone who backed out now weak. It wasn't like death meant anything here, and she didn't care about them punishing anyone else. This Mondo was an idiot for taking it on himself but she just shrugged.] Can we be hurrying up and starting? It do be cold.

Right, right, sorry, weather sucks, but the old man and me said it'd be this floor, do it in his memory and all, y'know?

Guess we'll head out.

[No she doesn't know. All she knows is it is cold and she wants to get moving.]

That do be the most sensible thing you did be saying all day.

[A'kin is most decidedly NOT joining the group on the anti-magic and freezing cold Floor 32, but he'll see the combatants off as they proceed to the lower floors. It's doubtful that the warding spell that he can offer them will be much protection if they find themselves facing the admins, but if it helps get even one additional person out of this alive he'll count it as a good investment.]

I've been waiting for this for too long to just back down!

[Dramatic cape swish goes here. Yes, she brought her damn cape for the occasion. She's psyched up in a way she hasn't been for a while. Not since - ah, right.]

Ah, reminds me of the Lockdown...but in a good way!

[Once it looks like everyone has consented and is ready, Mondo leads the group downstairs. He'd prefer they stay together, but it's not like you can control everyone absolutely. Either way, there are several intended stops where the drones tend to be found, such as the infirmary, and any come across on the way will definitely be confronted.

Of course, the ones with a colourless collar are incapable of offering information. The only thing they know is their assigned task.

As more of these worker drones are killed, the retrieval units are eventually sent out to retrieve the bodies...and those responsible for all too many of the deaths. Of course, this means they're to be subdued through force - particularly causing death.]

[Sephiroth had tried to reject the system of the Tower on his own before, indeed he still refused to go willingly to his own bi-weekly collar checkups; except when they'd made him. They had crossed a line last time, but what was to stop them hacking into his brain and making him do it again? That had been on his own though. There were others with similar mindsets now, and with numbers they exponentially increased their chances of success. Hence the reason he would allow himself to lend his assistance for this cause.

Having a particular hatred of the Infirmary, Sephiroth's eyes darkened suitably as they embarked on the sweep of the 2nd Floor. Now he would get his answers. Striding ahead of the main group, weapon in hand he stormed into the Infirmary, past anyone green-collared in the waiting area and approached the room in which all checkups were performed.

Not that it mattered if anyone had decided to accompany him or not, Sephiroth cast a quick glance back regardless before launching a well-aimed boot for the handle of the closed door. Satisfyingly the door burst inward and Sephiroth rushed for the nearest NPC. There was a brief though inevitably useless exchange between them as the drone was pinned to the wall and questions were asked repeatedly - each time tore his patience even thinner.]

What is the purpose of these?

What does this liquid do?

Why does it need to be replaced?

[Patience snapped all too quickly at the same mindless 'I work in the Infirmary' type replies and the drone is thrown across the room, quickly followed by a too-easy deathblow from Masamune. No regard at all for any equipment that might be in the way, or if anyone might actually be undergoing the checkup at that time.]

[Richtofen enters the infirmary with a smile on his face. He was assigned a job there, so the sight of the place is very familiar. It'll be nice to see it covered in even more blood than usual; after all, isn't housing wounded people what an infirmary is for?

The display in front of him, the drone being interrogated and then killed, elicits a delighted noise from him not unlike a squeal.]

Look! Look at all the blood! How wunderbar!

[It inspires him to bolt into the room, making his way to one of the cabinets that he knew contained boxes of already-filled syringes. He ignores anyone, drone or not, who tries to stop him, and pulls out a syringe only to shove it into the nearest drone's neck. Seconds after he pushes the pump down, the drone falls limp but alive to the floor.]

Oh no, I think he broke his face. [He puts a hand to his mouth in mock-surprise when he spots the blood leaking from the drone's now-broken nose.] OH WELL!

[And then he leaps into action, straddling the poor thing and showering it with questions similar to Sephiroth's. Of course, with some sort of paralyzing drug in its veins, the drone can only make useless noises in its attempts to spit out stock answers to Richtofen's questions.

Richtofen sighs.] Aw, you're boring. Lazy- [He punches the drone across the face.] -useless- [He pulls out his knife.] -swine!

[And then he stabs the drone in the chest, once, twice, three times... He doesn't seem to want to stop any time soon. All the while, he cackles, relieved to finally, finally kill some mindless thing.

It has been far too long.]

[Lancer frowns and wrinkles his nose. The drones didn't get violent even as he shook them down, so he had just given up on challenging them. Instead, he has just leaned against a wall, content to let others carrying out whatever interrogation. However, Richtofen's method just now...was excessive.]

Were those last stabs necessary?

Floor 32, 12pm-1pm

Re: Floor 32, Shortly after 1pm

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Re: Floor 32, 12pm-1pm

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After departure, approximately 1:15-1:20

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Through the tower, 1:30-ish and onwards

Infirmary (fyi Green Collar checkup day)

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