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towerofanimus2013-04-14 10:05 pm
seekinganswers) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-14 10:05 pm
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event ♃ i know i'd better stop trying, you know that there's no denying
Characters: Sheba and you!
Setting: Around the Tower.
Format: Action to start, but I'm more than happy to switch to prose if you prefer!
Summary: Everything is just fine. Sheba's patrolling the Tower to make sure of that, and woe betide you if you're not on your best behavior...
Warnings: Willy-nilly mindreading (her Group B modifications allow her to constantly hear the thoughts of everyone who's on the same floor as her), possible character death, violence, general awfulness... let's see how bad we can be, guys! If you could indicate how far you're okay with going somewhere in your comment that would be awesome. c: Alternatively, you can plot with me instead!
[Dormitory Levels - Patrolling]
[It's a simple enough task, in theory: Ensure that the residents aren't acting up. In an ideal world - which this is, because they're safe here, the Administrators have saved them and they should be grateful for it - just passing through to check on things should be enough.
But it's not, Sheba notes with a slight frown. Something is off here, and it's not her sewn-shut eyes, or the blood trailing its way down her face from the third eye embedded in her forehead. Those she dismisses without so much as a second thought. She doesn't need a second thought - god knows she's got enough of them! Would it kill these people to stop thinking so loudly? Maybe she should give them a lesson in keeping quiet.
Sometimes it's overwhelming, all these voices at once. But - well - it's useful. Any hint of discontent, any warning sign of bad behavior, and she can nip it in the bud. If there's anything she hates, it's when a wrench is thrown into something that should be working so well. Stubborn fools - why can't they just accept the fact that they're much better off here than they would be on their own worlds?
To those who know her, the look on her face appears uncharacteristically cold - though that's not so likely to be noticed right away. Perhaps it'll be the wings, or her eyes - all three of them. Or perhaps it's her collar, the one that looks pink when it should be - should be - violet.
Those who don't know her might mistake her for a monster, or they might not. But she's just there for their own benefit. Really, she thinks, It's for their own good. They'll be much happier once they realize there's no use fighting it.]
[Around the Tower - your choice! Indicate the specific floor in the subject line.]
[The winged girl is out and about in the Tower, checking in on places where the residents congregate and where the workers... well... work. Of course, that's not to say she won't be anywhere else - perhaps a particularly loud thought will catch her attention as she's passing from floor to floor. Perhaps she'll get called over for a conversation.
Or perhaps it will be something else entirely. Her own behavior is a little erratic - perhaps you've caught her in a bad place, or at a bad time? Or perhaps both.
Perhaps your time is up. Time will tell, now won't it?]
Setting: Around the Tower.
Format: Action to start, but I'm more than happy to switch to prose if you prefer!
Summary: Everything is just fine. Sheba's patrolling the Tower to make sure of that, and woe betide you if you're not on your best behavior...
Warnings: Willy-nilly mindreading (her Group B modifications allow her to constantly hear the thoughts of everyone who's on the same floor as her), possible character death, violence, general awfulness... let's see how bad we can be, guys! If you could indicate how far you're okay with going somewhere in your comment that would be awesome. c: Alternatively, you can plot with me instead!
[Dormitory Levels - Patrolling]
[It's a simple enough task, in theory: Ensure that the residents aren't acting up. In an ideal world - which this is, because they're safe here, the Administrators have saved them and they should be grateful for it - just passing through to check on things should be enough.
But it's not, Sheba notes with a slight frown. Something is off here, and it's not her sewn-shut eyes, or the blood trailing its way down her face from the third eye embedded in her forehead. Those she dismisses without so much as a second thought. She doesn't need a second thought - god knows she's got enough of them! Would it kill these people to stop thinking so loudly? Maybe she should give them a lesson in keeping quiet.
Sometimes it's overwhelming, all these voices at once. But - well - it's useful. Any hint of discontent, any warning sign of bad behavior, and she can nip it in the bud. If there's anything she hates, it's when a wrench is thrown into something that should be working so well. Stubborn fools - why can't they just accept the fact that they're much better off here than they would be on their own worlds?
To those who know her, the look on her face appears uncharacteristically cold - though that's not so likely to be noticed right away. Perhaps it'll be the wings, or her eyes - all three of them. Or perhaps it's her collar, the one that looks pink when it should be - should be - violet.
Those who don't know her might mistake her for a monster, or they might not. But she's just there for their own benefit. Really, she thinks, It's for their own good. They'll be much happier once they realize there's no use fighting it.]
[Around the Tower - your choice! Indicate the specific floor in the subject line.]
[The winged girl is out and about in the Tower, checking in on places where the residents congregate and where the workers... well... work. Of course, that's not to say she won't be anywhere else - perhaps a particularly loud thought will catch her attention as she's passing from floor to floor. Perhaps she'll get called over for a conversation.
Or perhaps it will be something else entirely. Her own behavior is a little erratic - perhaps you've caught her in a bad place, or at a bad time? Or perhaps both.
Perhaps your time is up. Time will tell, now won't it?]