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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.]

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[pinnaculum]

[The elevator lets them out onto the restaurant floor, but Sephiroth couldn't be less interested in the restaurant, guiding them immediately to the stairs, tugging at her arm again.

Not much longer now. He's quick on the stairs, but tries to hold back, as she's slow. That will be fixed soon. He'll make her better, like he is. She must be a failed experiment, but he'll see to that. Soon she'll be a success.]

[sicharia]

[She can tell he wants to hurry, so she does her best to climb the stairs as quickly as she can. Since it would be fruitless ask him where they're going, she remains largely quiet as they move, her attention turned toward their surroundings. Really, she can't even guess at where he might be leading her; she hasn't been here long enough to have a solid idea of which floors are where.]

Are we close?

[pinnaculum]

[He continues to urge her on, if not too forcefully, as they make their way up the stairs. He nods again, because they're not far at all now.

Sephiroth knows all the floors, if not by heart, then fairly well, having made a point of exploring them and doing his best to memorize them.

That's how he knows how many floors they have to go up until they arrive at the lab. He pulls her from the staircase through the door and onto the twenty-seventh floor. All the equipment is bright and promising, not to mention the supplies. This floor, more than any other, reminds him of his home.

For that reason, he usually doesn't spend a great deal of time here. It attracts him, yet repels him. Now, however, there's nowhere else he'd rather be. He pulls her on, looking for a suitable table where he can place her, so he can start his work.]

[sicharia]

[The scenery that he leads her to makes Claudia pause. For her part, this floor is nothing like anything she is accustomed to; her one visible eye blinks owlishly as she peers around the room. She tries to stop and stand still, so that she can get her bearings, but he pulls on her again, and she winds up half-stumbling and taking another step forward whether she wants to or not.]

Wait, wait— Hold on. What are...

[She wants to ask what they're doing there, but he can't exactly answer that now. Even now, she doesn't suspect him of anything; she's only confused.]

[pinnaculum]

[He nods again. It's not the most exact means of communication, but he's getting used to it. It says all that he needs to at the moment. Now that they're here, everything should become clear. That he's going to help her.

There's an operating table, there. Just what he needs. He moves her toward it. She can lie down there.]

[sicharia]

[She doesn't really understand what he means to say with that nod, but she follows without resisting, allowing him to pull her along. However, her lips purse, and she casts another uncertain glance around the laboratory.]

I don't understand.

[pinnaculum]

[He takes her to the operating table and points at her, then indicates it. He nods yet again, almost cheerfully. She should sit down.

He's already looking around for other things he can use, but without taking part of his attention off of her.

There are restraints here, too. Not surprising in a lab in the tower.]

[sicharia]

[She does sit when he indicates she should, but she doesn't relax. Instead, she perches lightly, looking ready to hop off again at a moment's notice. She folds her hands in her lap, the fingers of one seizing tightly around the wrist of the other to hold them together. The presence of the restraints isn't lost on her.]

Sephiroth, what are we doing?

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth points at himself, then at Claudia. Then he points down at various points on his body, indicating the alterations that have been made. Then he points at the operating table again and nods.

That all makes sense, doesn't it? She should lie down. That would be better. He indicates for her to do as much with a gesture of his hands.]

[sicharia]

[She doesn't quite get what he's trying to communicate when he points to himself, but she does get that he's telling her to lie down on the table, and that makes her more and more uneasy by the second. She shakes her head.]

I don't need to be operated on, Sephiroth. I'm as healthy as I can be.

[She tells him this firmly.]

[pinnaculum]

[Now, that just isn't true. She's an experiment that needs to be fixed. He can tell that. It's obvious, from so many things about her. Maybe she doesn't even know, but she'll see. Once she's better. He shakes his head. He points at her covered eye and her bandaged hand.]

[sicharia]

[She shakes her head again. This time, she moves to stand from where she is seated on the edge of the table as well.]

These are just scars. They're nothing to worry about.

[The bandages on her hand aren't even really covering a scar anymore.]

[pinnaculum]

[Sephiroth moves forward, shaking his head gravely. No, that isn't right at all. She shouldn't get up. She should lie down, and he repeats the gesture for lying down with his hand, a pushing down motion. It's very important. It's his research.]

[sicharia]

[She freezes when he moves forward, trying to remain outwardly calm even as she becomes increasingly anxious.]

I said no. [She tells him this as sternly as she can.]

[pinnaculum]

[There's a blankness in his eyes. He blinks.

Then, he moves very quickly, without warning, faster than any ordinary human could move. Not roughly, but firmly, he presses her back toward the table, pushing her onto it. He uses only a portion of his strength, but it's still more than any human child his age would possess.

She doesn't understand. She'll understand once he's done his work. This is to help her. He's a scientist.]

[sicharia]

[Her eye widens, and when she is pushed down, she lets out a tiny squeak that doesn't suit the severity of the situation. Even when faced with his abnormal strength, she resists, kicking and struggling as she attempts to scramble back upward again.]

Sephiroth, please stop!

[The sternness in her voice is entirely gone. She's pleading with him in earnest now, that she is frightened plainly evident.]

[pinnaculum]

[He shakes his head. He won't stop. This is good. She doesn't see it yet, but she will. She's taller than he is, so he leaps up in order to hold her down. His expression remains unchanged, his eyes bright. Her fear doesn't affect him. He doesn't seem to notice it.]

[sicharia]

[She has never been very strong, but that doesn't stop her from thrashing underneath him. On some level, she realizes the way she shoves at him isn't going to do any good, but she can't just submit to this quietly, so she does so anyway.]

I said stop!

[pinnaculum]

[He continues to hold her down. Why won't she stop and give in? It is not helping his research. She should be still. He will not give up.

Finally, as she continues to fight, he has to let her go for a moment in order to obtain the restraints he noticed nearby. He hops away from the table, teleporting in order to finish the task as quickly as possible.]

[sicharia]

[It doesn't matter if her struggling is futile. She won't give in. She can't give in, driven by desperation and fear rather than Sephiroth's determination. When his weight disappears from above her, she automatically attempts to scramble up and away, not even sparing a second to check where he has (quite literally) disappeared to or for what reason.]