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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.]

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.]

[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?

[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.

He do be getting annoyed when they do no be fighting back. [Nesir spoke from where she had her own drone pinned. Her method of interrogation was a lot... quieter than Sephiroth and Richtofen, but no more successful. She scowled and shook the blood off her knife.]

It do be useless, they do be having nothing to be telling.

Then we can all stop this and find something we can at least fight.

[He looks out the door. Since he's one of the few people not asking questions, he's made himself into the unofficial lookout. So far there seem to be no innocents approaching.]

[A single silver eyebrow quirks up at Richtofen and his outburst. Sephiroth knew well the lure of bloodshed but apparently his comrade was lacking a little in self-control. When Sephiroth lashed out, it was to kill in one move - and though the rush of taking life was undeniably gratifying, it wasn't quite past the line of pleasure.

Not like the Nazi, who seemed to be completely enjoying the carnage.

Leaving the checkup room with it's pool of blood and body against the far wall Sephiroth cast a glance around the rest of the infirmary to see what the others were doing. Spotting Nesir nearby with her bloodied blade he offered an acknowledging nod before turning bloodied Masamune towards the rest of the infirmary area and approaching the next nearest drone.

It was so pathetic how they just didn't even seem to react to the carnage around them, how empty of all emotions they were at their fellow drones being slaughtered, how stark the red of fresh blood was against the white. Each drone was systematically sliced, or beaten, or picked apart piece by piece in Sephiroth's mission to try to force some sort of response out of them]

Which would be the floor with the drones that would more likely know something? [Eventually asked, from the blood splattered warrior, once all the drones he could find were dispatched.]

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.

[He grins, nodding his approval.]

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

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.

[It's hard to ignore the one shouting so much, so, from his own corner of the room, beating a drone with his fists as he asks many of the same questions - what d'we need these things for, what's the colours for, what're you putting in them - Mondo glances back at his roommate.

He can't exactly say anything because, yes, he knows Richtofen's crazy and allowed him to come, but...it's definitely not an approach he wants to be associated with.

Sephiroth, on the other hand, at least he wasn't getting some sick enjoyment out of it and being straightforward. Mondo loves a good fight, but...this isn't a good fight at all.]

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

...Tch. Thought this'd be the best place for it. How 'bout the restaurant. They got guys up there who'll take an arm or some shit off you.

[He wipes his bloodied knuckles on his coat. Some his own, most that of the infirmary workers. He tries not to kill them. There's not much reason when they act like this. His anger gets the better of him at times, but even so...]

[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.]

[Getting right to it, eh? This witch doesn't mind. She quickly bombards the infirmary workers with similar questions, and with similar results. Nothing. 'It's a green check up day', 'Please line up'.

Most are met with a single, normal looking candy, only for it to explode not unlike a grenade. Of course, she stands back. She wouldn't want her dress to be ruined.

Others who she deems to particularly annoy her meet a more gruesome death. Disemboweled, maybe an eye or tongue plucked out. And she certainly doesn't mind stepping on or kicking a body.]

Hey, listen when I'm talking to you. Don't you know who I am? Hm? Stupid.

[Lambda's probably the only one who giggles in reaction to Richtofen, she certainly approves.]

[Sephiroth takes a moment to look over Mondo, noting of course him wiping his knuckles on his coat. Then his gaze drifts over the scene left behind them and smiles a little; well if anything they certainly left a message that can't be ignored. If only they'd said something, maybe it wouldn't have gotten quite to out of hand.

There really wasn't much fight to all of this, yet. It left a somewhat hollow feeling in it's wake.]

So it's back to the elevator then. [Shrug.] We always have the chance to ask one passing by...

[He waited, though looking around as if expecting the red collars to just appear at any moment; until they were all ready to advance together]

[Mondo storms right up to the host's desk, grabbing the drone by the collar and lifting him up to the wall.]

The fuck's with taking something if you can't find whatever you bastards want to eat here?! How d'you pick something?!

[He doesn't really care if anyone follows. This is something that's bothered him for a long time. He and his close friends haven't fallen victim to the restaurant, but he's heard stories, and that's enough to get him riled up.]

[Sephiroth's never been here. But everyone knows this is where you could get better food from - for a price.

Not being someone who necessarily needed to take food in order to survive Sephiroth had made do on the rare occasions that the mood took him, with the food that the Cafeteria served. Though overhearing Mondo's gripe at the drone, curiosity was awakened and so he hung around nearby out of interest - nothing more.

He seemed a little bit like Lancer had been on the 2nd Floor; playing look out for the time being - surprised that they had been allowed to get from the Infirmary up here actually; though that thought had no comfort whatsoever]

Ja, those stabs were very necessary!

[The force of his frenzy has left Richtofen splattered in blood, a few drops streaking down his face already. As if just to spite Lancer, he jabs the knife into the drone's corpse one last time.]

Nesir is right. It's no fun when they're this way! [He stands up, stepping away from the drone's body. He leaves a trail of bloody footprints behind him.] I want them to fight back, or at least scream a bit. The silent ones make me angry!

[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.]

So? Just don't fight them if they're boring.

[Dammit. This guy is already rubbing him wrong.]

Or do you just like torturing shit?

Angry mob plot part 2; Wednesday the 5th

Floor 32, 12pm-1pm

Through the tower, 1:30-ish and onwards

Infirmary (fyi Green Collar checkup day)

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Floor 21; restaurant

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After departure, approximately 1:15-1:20

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