Animus NPCs (
animusnpcs) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-06 02:17 am
I've come to warn you he's coming for you
Characters: anyone carried away by the retrieval units in the mob thread
Setting: ???
Format: any
Summary: Death is far too easy for a punishment, you know.
Warnings: psychological horror, things that go bump in the night and then bump you back
The retrieval unit dumps you, in whatever state you happen to be in, into a cell. To those familiar with Jason, this isn't the clean, polished hospital look of Jason's usual quarters. No, if anything this is an abandoned hospital. There's mold on the floor and the paint is peeling off the walls. It's certainly high tech--the door that blocks your cell is made of some sort of nearly invisible force field--but it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a few decades.
Once you're secure in your cell, you will have the ability to move your body again. All supernatural skills have been disabled--no one is more powerful than an Olympic-level human inside these cells.
Interact with your fellow prisoners?
Setting: ???
Format: any
Summary: Death is far too easy for a punishment, you know.
Warnings: psychological horror, things that go bump in the night and then bump you back
The retrieval unit dumps you, in whatever state you happen to be in, into a cell. To those familiar with Jason, this isn't the clean, polished hospital look of Jason's usual quarters. No, if anything this is an abandoned hospital. There's mold on the floor and the paint is peeling off the walls. It's certainly high tech--the door that blocks your cell is made of some sort of nearly invisible force field--but it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a few decades.
Once you're secure in your cell, you will have the ability to move your body again. All supernatural skills have been disabled--no one is more powerful than an Olympic-level human inside these cells.
Interact with your fellow prisoners?

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What's going on, you okay?!
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...Nothing. [He drags a hand over his face. His glove is still sticky with blood, and the scent of it comforts him somewhat. He manages to keep his voice from wavering.] It is nothing.
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The fuck're you bastards doing, aa?!
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A small girl with no eyes is holding his hand. He won't be able to move beyond her reach.]
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Hey, kid...look, I gotta check on somebody over there, you stay right here, I'll come right back, promise. Then we're all gonna get out of here together, I'll even carry you!
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Ther are twenty cells in this area, labeled from 20 to 40. The girl is leading him to cell 37.]
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Look, really, this's important, let me go help him first!
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The girl draws Mondo just inside the cell now, and the pressure is enough to be faintly painful.]
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...Hey, you okay?
[And he looks down at the girl, thinking he's put two and two together.]
That your mom?
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Uh, lady? The girl's gone, think the door's locked now, but bet there's some way to open it, 'cause I got out of mine...
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[He stares for a moment, stumbling back slightly. But he quickly picks himself back up and goes to the door, shouting and pounding on the barrier again.]
Hey! We got somebody hurt here!!! Guts're coming out, that nazi shit's a doctor, right?! Let him come here and help!!
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He's back in his own cell. Cell 37 is empty.]
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[He spins around a few times, disoriented from the sudden shift.]
Hey-- that lady needs help, I know you can hear me, bastard...!
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When he's back, Richtofen finds his voice.]
Wh- [He clears his throat, trying to sound more confident than he feels.] What are you blabbering about, hound?
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And that is different than any normal day in the Tower, how?
[He sounds like even more of a condescending asshole than usual. Cut him some slack, it's how he deals with succumbing to panic.]
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