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towerofanimus2012-12-13 09:10 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-13 09:10 pm
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The Doctor is [Busy]
Characters: Dr. Richtofen and you!
Setting: Over the course of the week - floor 15 (the workshop), floor 27 (the lab), various monster-heavy floors
Format: Action to start, but will match
Summary: After being released from Jason's cells almost a week ago, Richtofen is on the move. He's hustling from floor to floor even more than usual, attempting to construct a weapon for himself sincethe douchebag their kind administrator refused to give him one.
Warnings: Normal warnings for Richtofen - swearing, insanity, possible gore, possible sensitive subject matter of the WWII-era variety.
Workshop
[Anyone who wanders by the workshop will see a curious sight: Richtofen, who normally sticks to floors like the infirmary and the morgue, is working dilligently. He not only seems to know what he's doing, but he looks like he's good at it. He handles the machinery as if he's been acquainted with it for years, welding and sanding and polishing both wood and metal with impressive dexterity.
In fact, at first glance, with his hat off, a lab coat over his Wehrmacht uniform, and his face covered by a surgical mask and goggles, this calm, focused man hardly looks like Richtofen at all. The only indication that he's everybody's favorite doctor is that he occasionally mumbles incoherent little things to himself in that distinct, German-accented voice of his, but over the buzzing and whirring of the machinery, even that is often difficult to make out.
Early in the week, it doesn't look like he's making anything of substance. However, look closely and you'll notice a book lying open next to him that he keeps consulting, full of designs for what seems to be a large gun surrounded by messy scribbles and technical jargon. Later in the week, the body of this gun seems to take shape.]
Laboratory
[Once he's fashioned himself his weapon (and it's impressively-made, though not quite as perfect as it would have been if he'd had all the equipment he used back home), Richtofen sets off to make ammo and get himself a power source. It's at this point when he starts to spend his time in the laboratory, a floor he's more accustomed to.
Someone who encounters Richtofen while he's in the lab will see him hunched over futuristic-looking machinery, deeply engrossed in what he's doing, but more on-edge than he was in the workshop. He's working with what looks to be some sort of rock, black with lines of red that almost look like veins running through their surface. It's the red part he's interested in, because that's the stuff he's careful to extract and place in his gun.]
Around the Tower
[Finally, after a lot of hard work, labor, and intesive efforts being a paranoid asshole, Richtofen's finished. He waits up one night, eager for the monsters to show their ugly faces (or lack thereof). Not just any monster will do, though - no, he's looking for a group of monsters.
Once he finds enough of them, he decides to give his new weapon a test. He steadies his aim, pointing at just one monster, and a crazed grin spreads over his face as he places his finger on the trigger.]
Oh, ja, you all want to play, is that it? [He waits until the monsters lurch forward, hoping, hoping he did everything right, because test runs be damned - this is his test run.] Then come on and let's play, pretty ones!
[And then he pulls the trigger, and the result lights up the place bright as day for a split second. This gun doesn't shoot a bullet; it shoots pure electricity, which hits the first monster, and bolts of lightning arch off of its body to connect with several others in the vicinity. The air is filled with the sounds of crackling, inhuman shrieks, and Richtofen's crazed laughter, the latter of which keeps going even after the monsters fall dead to the floor.]
Yes! Hahaha! Yes, die for me! Take your medicine, yes, good!
[Richtofen will fire off a few more shots that night. Be careful; if you're too close to any of the monsters affected by his weapon, you'll get hit, too, and it won't be a light shock by any means. The trails of bodies Richtofen leaves behind, up to ten at a time, can attest to that.]
Setting: Over the course of the week - floor 15 (the workshop), floor 27 (the lab), various monster-heavy floors
Format: Action to start, but will match
Summary: After being released from Jason's cells almost a week ago, Richtofen is on the move. He's hustling from floor to floor even more than usual, attempting to construct a weapon for himself since
Warnings: Normal warnings for Richtofen - swearing, insanity, possible gore, possible sensitive subject matter of the WWII-era variety.
Workshop
[Anyone who wanders by the workshop will see a curious sight: Richtofen, who normally sticks to floors like the infirmary and the morgue, is working dilligently. He not only seems to know what he's doing, but he looks like he's good at it. He handles the machinery as if he's been acquainted with it for years, welding and sanding and polishing both wood and metal with impressive dexterity.
In fact, at first glance, with his hat off, a lab coat over his Wehrmacht uniform, and his face covered by a surgical mask and goggles, this calm, focused man hardly looks like Richtofen at all. The only indication that he's everybody's favorite doctor is that he occasionally mumbles incoherent little things to himself in that distinct, German-accented voice of his, but over the buzzing and whirring of the machinery, even that is often difficult to make out.
Early in the week, it doesn't look like he's making anything of substance. However, look closely and you'll notice a book lying open next to him that he keeps consulting, full of designs for what seems to be a large gun surrounded by messy scribbles and technical jargon. Later in the week, the body of this gun seems to take shape.]
Laboratory
[Once he's fashioned himself his weapon (and it's impressively-made, though not quite as perfect as it would have been if he'd had all the equipment he used back home), Richtofen sets off to make ammo and get himself a power source. It's at this point when he starts to spend his time in the laboratory, a floor he's more accustomed to.
Someone who encounters Richtofen while he's in the lab will see him hunched over futuristic-looking machinery, deeply engrossed in what he's doing, but more on-edge than he was in the workshop. He's working with what looks to be some sort of rock, black with lines of red that almost look like veins running through their surface. It's the red part he's interested in, because that's the stuff he's careful to extract and place in his gun.]
Around the Tower
[Finally, after a lot of hard work, labor, and intesive efforts being a paranoid asshole, Richtofen's finished. He waits up one night, eager for the monsters to show their ugly faces (or lack thereof). Not just any monster will do, though - no, he's looking for a group of monsters.
Once he finds enough of them, he decides to give his new weapon a test. He steadies his aim, pointing at just one monster, and a crazed grin spreads over his face as he places his finger on the trigger.]
Oh, ja, you all want to play, is that it? [He waits until the monsters lurch forward, hoping, hoping he did everything right, because test runs be damned - this is his test run.] Then come on and let's play, pretty ones!
[And then he pulls the trigger, and the result lights up the place bright as day for a split second. This gun doesn't shoot a bullet; it shoots pure electricity, which hits the first monster, and bolts of lightning arch off of its body to connect with several others in the vicinity. The air is filled with the sounds of crackling, inhuman shrieks, and Richtofen's crazed laughter, the latter of which keeps going even after the monsters fall dead to the floor.]
Yes! Hahaha! Yes, die for me! Take your medicine, yes, good!
[Richtofen will fire off a few more shots that night. Be careful; if you're too close to any of the monsters affected by his weapon, you'll get hit, too, and it won't be a light shock by any means. The trails of bodies Richtofen leaves behind, up to ten at a time, can attest to that.]
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Despite his own reservations, Richtofen can't help but glance over at her every now and again. He prefers to think of it less as hypocrisy, and more as some friendly scientific curiosity. How can he resist looking at the work of a fellow scientist when she's right there, after all?]
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How is your project coming along?
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Ah, it is coming along nicely! [He looks and sounds a lot more friendly than he feels.] And yours..?
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I wish I could say the same. This equipment is much older than what I'm used to, so I'm not sure I can reconfigure it to work with KOS-MOS.
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Richtofen straightens up to get a better look at her equipment, though it doesn't look like anything from his world.]
KOS-MOS? What's that?
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There are many different types, with varying powers. So, it seems that KOS-MOS has been pretty effective against fighting the monsters here.
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I see. How fascinating... And you're trying to do what for the KOS-MOS, exactly..?
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[She motions to the handheld device.]
If something happens to KOS-MOS, what I can do is limited, unless I have better equipment. I was hoping I could build something for her, but so far there isn't a lot of technology here that would be usable.
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[Richtofen raises his eyebrows in amusement. The technology he worked with back at home was advanced for his time, and even he's found familiar pieces of equipment here.]
You're sure there's nothing here that could help you? Nothing at all?
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[She frowns and gives the machine in front of her a thoughtful stare.]
Well, I have been able to rewrite the programming on some of the machines in here. But the real problem would be finding something with enough power output to keep up with KOS-MOS.
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[He looks over her machine as well, but makes no move to walk away from his own.]
If it's power you're worried about, I'm sure you can find- [He moves his rocks a little bit closer to himself, swallowing a lump in his throat.] ...something.
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...So what was it you're working on?
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[Richtofen seems taken aback for a minute, but then he composes himself enough to throw together a quick half-truth.]
Oh, I have found a chemical I worked with a lot back on my homeworld, so I'm running some tests on it. Finding out how potent it is, if it works as well... [He waves a hand around idly.] ...that sort of thing.
[It isn't like the fact that he was working on the Wunderwaffe would be particularly ground-shattering in a Tower where weapons were a necessity, but he'd prefer it if people didn't know the specifics of his work. More power for him that way. And if the woman was working on a project that needed a large amount of power, he wasn't about to tell her just how incredible element 115 was when it came to providing power for things.]
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[Not that she'd know anything about it, even if he did tell her what exactly he was doing.]
Interesting... Works as well for what?
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Oh, it is a very versatile element.
[He'll just try to dance around the subject, while still gushing about it as much as he's able.]
Back home, my entire team of researchers- [Technically Dr. Maxis' team of researchers, but that's another detail he'll be omitting.] -were working with it, and we still hadn't figured out everything about it when they all...
[He catches himself about to giggle, and brings a hand up to his mouth to stop it. He forces a solemn look onto his face instead.]
...died.
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Oh...
[Well, she knows how that feels... To someone who isn't a sociopath anyway.]
So you've learned how to handle the substance now?
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[There. Perfectly understandable explanation as to why he's hoarding all of the Tower's 115.]
no subject
[That IS a perfectly reasonable explanation!]
Maybe if you discover anything else about it, you'll tell me sometime. It sounds really interesting.
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Ja, I'll be sure to do that.
[Out of sight, under the table and angled behind his body, his fingers are crossed.]