towerofanimus | Player Plot: KOS-MOS rampage.

Characters: KOS-MOS (

kosmic_angel) and everyone she’s going to kill.
Setting: All over the tower, your choices. Today only!
Format: prose to start but I’ll switch
Summary: Shion and Allen tried to build KOS-MOS a maintenance bed and it has some… unexpected difficulties. Like KOS-MOS going Archetype mode and killing everyone in sight. RUN!
Warnings: There’s going to be a lot of dying and it’s going to get gory.

When KOS-MOS had laid down in the makeshift maintenance bed that had been built for her, she hadn‘t expected anything to happen but for her power cells to be recharged like they normally would be. That, unfortunately, was not the case.

Upon waking, her systems had been… altered. Currently, all life signs were marked as hostile and her recognition software had been shutdown. Profiles of each individual she had met in the tower were sealed and she could access them. Priority programming went to combat and eliminating everything marked as a threat. She climbed out of the maintenance bed and used her transfer system to summon her scythe into existence.

And then she stalked out into the halls, visor down and blocking sight of her face and eyes. KOS-MOS walks normally, acts normal really, until she finds someone who is marked as a target. Meaning anyone and everyone.

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Taro was heading out of the lounge, a book in his hand. He tilted his head a little bit at the strange robot. He raised his hand in greeting, and then... dropped it. She really didn't look like she was in a good mood. He'd seen enough movies to know where this was going.

"Uh... are you okay?"

Mood? No, she wasn't in a good one. She wasn't in a bad one either. That was the problem with being an emotionless android, there was nothing to feel. All there was for her was programming, following through on orders and directives. And today, that included the senseless slaughter of every individual in the tower! Or at least, everyone she could get to. ~~Bugger, some of you little bastards are fast.~~

KOS-MOS didn't answer his question, she couldn't. The Archetype programming didn't include communication. It included advanced combat systems though, now adapted to the more advanced KOS-MOS system. Have a slightly bloody android lunging towards Taro, arm shifting into the shape of a blade.

Taro took a few steps backwards, trying to duck to the side. He was definitely not made for combat and she clearly was. He had to come up with an escape path, but he was pretty low on energy. He might not be able to transform into something small enough.

His ducking to the side registered quickly and the instant that she settled onto the ground she was moving again, body spinning and leg rising to kick towards his head. The force behind it would normally be enough to snap someones neck, if they can't move quickly enough to avoid her or if they're human. She can't quite detect what he is but she's not going to change her methods yet.

Taro 'eeps', and drops his illusion just in time to avoid a kick to the head. His smaller form has less mobility in some ways, but at least it's a smaller target.

"Woah woah woah! Stop that!"

She's not stopping. KOS-MOS won't stop, can't in fact. There's only one directive in her mind: kill everything. Where the original program for this came from is known to very few and this is very different from it. So even as the illusion drops, she's aware that this was the person she had been attacking and continued to attempt her murderous attempt. This time, taking out her handgun and firing towards the small creature.

Taro yelps as he's hit in the side, staring up at KOS-MOS with big eyes.

"Why? Stop that!" He tries to move towards the stairs, but it's slow going with this injury. He's felt like this before, but he'd wanted to try to forget it. It's all flooding back to him now.

KOS-MOS can't stop. She walks towards him as he flees for the stairs, keeping up with him easily enough and reaching to grab him. To let her get a hold of him would not be a pleasant thing since her grasp is tight enough to break bones or shatter the windows on a space cruiser in two strikes, weapons that could cut through flesh like butter.

He can't exactly stop her, unfortunately. He wiggles in her grasp, trying to get away from that crushing grip. He can't. He knows he's going to die. Again.

... So he stares back at her, and does his best to grin through the pain... and laugh.

It's shaky, but it's there. It's the only thing he can do now.

KOS-MOS will probably feel an overwhelming sense of guilt when she's back to normal but for now she doesn't. She doesn't feel at all, not even irritation at his laughing, and her right arm changes into a blade.

Quickly scanning his body, only taking a second at most before releasing him and slamming her R-Blade forward to stab towards his heart. Her movements are quick, very quick, can't risk damaging her own frame after all.

It's too fast for him to follow, even. He cries out when she stabs him, and falls limp. He can feel himself slipping away again, and he can't make his body respond. He knows he'll come back again, but...

"... Sorry..."

It's the last thing he can think before it goes black.

Another person down. KOS-MOS would simply stand over him for awhile, until she was sure that he was dead before moving on as though this were a normal thing.

Player Plot: KOS-MOS rampage.

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