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[pinnaculum]

Characters: Sephiroth and you!
Setting: The dormitory floors, Floor 81, possibly moving to other floors
When: Forward dated to event start, April 15th
Format: Starting as action brackets, but I'll match you
Summary: Brainwashed Sephiroth is in group C. He does his duty. Except when he doesn't.
Warnings: Body horror, blood, possible violence


I: Dormitory Floors
[Sephiroth is standing quietly in your room, by your bed, when you wake up. The small child's body parts have been swapped, seemingly at random, his legs reversed, his arms uneven, his fingers out of order. There's a hospital gown sewn to his body, and his green eyes are glowing. There's no way of telling how long he's been standing there, but he must have been watching you sleep, possibly for some time.]

II: Dormitory Floors
[Sephiroth is suddenly overcome with the urge to do something... He doesn't know why, but he wants to experiment. That would be interesting, wouldn't it? There must be a suitable experiment in the area that he can work on. He moves through the dormitory floors quickly, teleporting from place to place down the corridors, studying everyone he sees, searching for a likely subject. He won't give up until he's found one.]

III: Floor 81
[Wearing nothing but his sewn-on hospital gown, he stands on the glass of the bulging out windows, gazing up at the stars. He'd woken up here suddenly. This is one of his favorite floors, isn't it? He likes to watch the stars, but he doesn't remember coming here. He's aware that something's very wrong, but he's unable to do anything about it. He looks down at his hands. They're covered in blood, and he's carrying a series of small, fleshy objects in his arms, the remnants of body parts. He doesn't remember where they came from. He glances down at the glass beneath his feet and sees that he's standing in a pool of blood, with a trail of blood leading back to the stairs.

Yes, something is very wrong.]

Comments

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos watched Sephiroth, understanding. So Sephiroth didn't know either. He had gone into a rage, killing someone in the process..and not remembering what had happened. The Administrators must have altered his voice as well. This..was horrible. They had spat upon free will, and who knows how many other people they had done this to?]

..I understand. So you cannot speak. In your head, speak. Tell me what happened there.

[pinnaculum]

[He looked down at the bloody pieces of flesh in his arms again. It was easy enough to think the answer. It was already in his head.

I do not remember killing anyone. I remember I was operated on. It was an experiment. This thought was accompanied by a brief memory of the table and the retrieval units. Then another, dimmer memory of another lab: of bright lights, metal tables and needles.

Sephiroth had a strong sense that there was something else he should be doing. I should return to the residential levels. He had work to do.]

[lightofhumanity]

[It was times like these where chaos's telepathy came in handy. He heard Sephiroth's words and saw the memories that played through the person's mind. So..they had been experimented on, turned into tools for the Administrators. This was..horrible.]

'Why? Do you want to?'

[pinnaculum]

[No. I have to. His mind didn't want to, but his body began to move in spite of his attempts to fight against it.

Still carrying his grisly burden, because it wouldn't be right to leave a mess, and the organs should be disposed of, he started to walk across the floor, back towards the stairs. He had a job to perform.]

[lightofhumanity]

[..So his free will really was taken away. This was horrible and cruel..but, short of arguments, chaos wasn't going to hurt Sephiroth. He didn't want this person to attack him and later feel bad about it. No.]

'..I will not stop you. But know that they are altering your free will, using you like a puppet.'

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth paused, stilling on the bloody glass. Hearing chaos' comment renewed his struggle against the brainwashing. Part of him still demanded he move down to the residential floors, but part of him wanted to stay.

I know. There is nothing I can do yet. I will try to fight.

He didn't like giving up. He was a fighter.]

[lightofhumanity]

[Which was something chaos could appreciate. While he wasn't going to fight Sephiroth, as that would accomplish nothing, it was good to see that the person's sense of struggle was revived.]

'I wish you luck then. Hopefully you will be able to break free eventually.'

[pinnaculum]

[I will. He thought this with a grim confidence. He wasn't intending to give up, even if he forgot himself at times.

He remained where he was for the time being, unwilling to go but unsure how long he would be able to stay here on this upper floor, standing still, covered in blood. The part of his brain that wasn't his was still urging him to go, to clean things, to do his work. He continued to fight it.

Who are you? It was good to be able to communicate with someone. He didn't appreciate having his voice taken away.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos hesitated in giving out his name..but if he didn't, this would appear suspicious. He would just have to ask Sephiroth to..not tell anyone else about his powers before he wandered off.]

'I am chaos. What is your name, if you do not mind my asking?'

[pinnaculum]

[Chaos. It was a strange name. A word. But people had different names of all kinds here.

I am Sephiroth. He didn't mind the question at all. He was always willing to introduce himself, even in this odd and alarming situation.]

[lightofhumanity]

'Yes, chaos.'

[It may have not been his true name, but chaos had tossed it away long ago. Besides..using it would dredge up old, painful memories..and give people a solid connection to his past.]

'It is a pleasure to meet you, Sephiroth. This is a strange request..but please do not tell anyone about my telepathy. I do not like everyone knowing about it, you see.'

[pinnaculum]

[Not that Sephiroth's own name wasn't odd as well.

I won't. If chaos could read sincerity in people, then he'd realize Sephiroth was sincere in this. He had no intention of telling anyone if chaos didn't wish him to. Not that he usually told people about others here.

I'm pleased to meet you. Even at a time like this, he remembered his manners.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos could realize that Sephiroth was being sincere, and he was grateful that the person would not tell anyone.]

'Thank you. And the pleasure is all mine, Sephiroth.'

[pinnaculum]

[His gaze went blank. It was almost as if he wasn't there anymore, not mentally. He froze again, just as he'd been frozen when he was standing on the glass, holding the bloody organs in his arms. His gaze was still turned toward chaos, but his eyes were unfocused. After a moment or two, slowly, his head tilted to one side.]

[lightofhumanity]

[..Well, it looked like the drone part was taking over again. While chaos didn't expect to get a reply, he didn't think trying would hurt anything.]

'Sephiroth? Can you hear me?'

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth didn't respond. He was still for another minute. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, he lashed out, leaping toward chaos and striking out with his fist, as he had no sword. His speed was far greater than that of any human. His gaze remained blank, and his mind, too, was a blank as he attacked.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos wasn't expecting to get punched, so Sephiroth's punch connected with chaos's stomach, and he stumbled back a little. However, chaos was not an ordinary human either. Not by a long shot.]

..Farewell for now then, Sephiroth.

[And, with that, chaos would teleport away to floor sixty-two.]