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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

[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.]