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[bloodright]

Characters: Vergil and open
Setting: Cafeteria, dorm halls
Format: Starting action but I'll match you
Summary: Modifications are over here, Vergil's the most upset about being brainwashed, let me know if you want to run into him normal or malfunctioning
Warnings: Same as all the other event posts, really, though body horror's pretty low as are chances of death, mostly just injury or while malfunctioning

Cafeteria
[Upon hearing the administrators could force residents into performing menial tasks, Vergil swore it would never happen to him. He would never allow it to. But, just the same, somehow he finds himself serving up meals in the cafeteria, mechanically going about the job.  As much as he tries to force himself, he can't stop, or even speak to announce he would never be doing this if it were up to him.

He also can't help but want to touch others, or have them touch his now blue, almost snake-like skin. The purpose for this, the rational mind doesn't know, but it doesn't stop his body from making attempts to offer food in a way that makes contact probable.]

Dorm halls
[At other times, he finds himself pushing a broom down the halls, somehow even more degrading than the cafeteria duty. His hands may shake some in his attempts to stop himself, but otherwise, there's really nothing to indicate he doesn't want to be doing this.]

Anywhere else
[Any other worker unit tasks? He's probably found doing them at some point in the week, his mind screaming no all the while.

As for malfunctions, he takes to watching other tower residents, usually in full demon form.]

Comments

Dorm hall » Normal

[eldork]

[ To say that Elsword has adapted to his surrounding is not an understatement. If any, he seems to be coping around rather awesomely, being an optimist he is. Still, he still could hardly remember which floor for what and such, as well as dealing with worker units.

And today, while going back to his room, there's just someone with... broom that captured his attention, shaking and all. He's sick or something? ]

You okay over there?

[bloodright]

[Vergil doesn't answer, or outwardly appear to even realise the question is directed at him. ...Or recognise the presence of anyone else, for that matter.

His thoughts, however, are more cynical and aware. 'Do I look 'okay'?' and the like.]

[eldork]

[ Bad thing is, Els himself doesn't really get the deal with that. If any, there's the slight worry around his face, underlying the not-so-slight frustration of got ignored. ]

Hey, you listening?

[bloodright]

[Though he can't speak, a low grumble escapes him, still sweeping the floor without so much as a glance toward Elsword]

[eldork]

[ Dude now you're starting to make him curious, a short gazing at the man and it's all it takes before Elsword voices his opinion. ]

So you're listening. [ A nod and he cross his arms behind his flaming red hair. ] Need a hand or two, dude?

[ That was a genuine response, not even a hint of sarcasm. Just because he thought Vergil was being a generous man who worked his ass off to clean this place. ]

[bloodright]

[No, what is with these perky people bothering him all the time, don't call him 'dude', for the love of God.

But of course he still can't reply, that question isn't in the limited vocabulary the worker units are allowed.

He shoots a small glare, hoping to show his annoyance in some way.]

Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko knew that the people came into the cafeteria on a regular basis, and since fights could start up here and workers could mess up, she had decided to wander in for a few minutes to keep everyone in line. While she wasn't expecting to see Virgil, she smiled at him.]

Good morning, Virgil. How are your duties coming along?

[bloodright]

[He nods to show it's going well, despite himself. Of course, his mind practically screams not to answer this annoying girl, and wonders at what's happened to her. Clearly the same thing as him, but, her state seems far worse, body-wise.]

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko nodded in return, still smiling. At that point, a bit of blood came out of the joint on her neck, but she didn't seem to care, even if it was painful. It was just part of the good modifications that the Administrators had given her.]

Good, I'm glad to hear that. May I have some food? You can't work on an empty stomach, you know.

[So she wasn't slacking.]

[bloodright]

[He nods again, thrusting a nutrition bar in a bowl towards her. What is even the purpose of food preparation and distribution when the only food is prepackaged bars?]

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko wouldn't know, but it was not in their makeup to question the Administrators. Only to obey their programming and keep living. Smiling, Tohko reached out to take a nutrition bar. Hopefully Virgil wouldn't try anything funny.]

[bloodright]

[Vergil knows this could be his chance to somehow get out of this state, so, desperately he tries to push himself to go against her. There's a hard look in his eyes, but all he can manage is to drop the bowl to the floor, shattering it.]

anywhere else: the infirmary

[sicharia]

[Generally speaking, infirmaries are helpful places for people like Claudia. This is not the case today. Today, the infirmary is the opposite of helpful.]

[She doesn't expect to be hit by a wave of pain the second she steps foot inside, but that's what happens. She gasps sharply, and her legs lock up so that she needs to lean against the nearest wall for support. But even despite the sudden, intense sensation, she's quick to try to shove herself upright again, eyes widening as she automatically searches for the source of this feeling.]

[bloodright]

[Having been assigned caretaking duty by another worker unit, Vergil's body steps forward when he sees a woman clearly pained. Normally? she wouldn't deserve a second glance. But the modifications force him towards her, a first-aid kit in hand.]

[sicharia]

[Of course, that only makes things worse. There's no violent blossoming of lacerations across her skin, but something opens up on her back, and she can feel something warm oozing down her skin and wetting the cloth of her dress. She bites her lip to keep herself from whimpering.]

[She should leave, or at least try. But, instead, she stares at the man approaching her. There isn't anything as obviously wrong with him as there was Sephiroth—his skin could always be like that, for all she knows—but she recognizes the strange color of his collar, and that's enough to make her pause.]

Ah— Are you—?

[Ridiculously, she almost asks him if he's all right, but she doesn't think there's anything she can do about it either way.]

[bloodright]

[He only stares at her, mechanically opening the kit and reaching in for a roll of gauze. He unrolls it, waiting to be given the affected area. And waiting to be given an opportunity to make skin contact. The luck of infirmary duty, it's much more likely to fulfill that desire to inflict pain on the tower residents than any other chore.]

[sicharia]

[She stares at the roll of gauze, perhaps a little stupidly, but it's hard to be her sharpest when she's in pain. There's a moment where she isn't quite sure what to do. Staying near him isn't going to help her any, but the wound is a place she can't reach on her own. With the way her body is, it won't stop bleeding even if she does leave, and she isn't sure if she wants to wander around this place with an open, bleeding wound until she finds someone who will agree to take care of it for her.]

[Ultimately, she turns away from him and staggers to one of the beds. Despite what her manner of dress might imply, she has no problem stripping out of her dress and leaving her torso bare—after all, this is hardly the first time she has had to remove her clothes so that someone else could dress a wound for her. She turns her scarred back toward him.]

[Refusing help that someone was kind enough to offer would be rude, after all.]

[bloodright]

[Even if he could control his actions, Vergil would be the last person to gawk anyway. Not for being too polite, but out of disdain, which certainly rings clear in his mind as he follows. Bad enough to be so frail, but to expose her flesh on top of it, he sees it as a testament to how easily demons are able to ravage mankind. Those lesser, mindless kind would devour her on sight. Naturally something he's far above as well.

But as much as his normal reaction would be to scoff and leave or otherwise go about his business, of course his hands move on their own to treat the area. Washing the wound goes smoothly, but, as he lays a layer of gauze over it, his palm presses against Claudia's back.]

Cafeteria

[vermicompost]

[Kariya makes his way to the cafeteria, physically and mentally drained. He's hardly thinking clearly, his attention on thoughts of what's happening in the tower, but he stops short when he recognizes Virgil, strange skin and all. His eyes widen, his good eye more than his blinded one.]

...Vergil? Are you all right?

[No, clearly he isn't all right.

It looks like the same kind of thing happened to him that happened to Shinji. This isn't good.]

You can't talk either, can you?

[bloodright]

[If he could ask anyone for help, there may be some small chance he would stoop so low as to ask it of Kariya. But of course, he can't, all he can do is stare at Kariya, a plate of nutrition bars in hand. His eyes dart downwards once, in an attempt to force himself to move or speak.]

[vermicompost]

[Kariya doesn't take a nutrition bar, staring at Vergil instead. He isn't even that hungry, though he forces himself to eat at times.]

This isn't right. There must be something I can do.

[It's likely there isn't, but Kariya always thinks there's something he can do. He's sure Vergil's mother would want him to do something. She was his friend. He can't just leave her son like this. He wouldn't like to think of something like this happening to Sakura or Rin. He studies Vergil's face, looking for any sign of a response.]

Is there some way I can help you?

[bloodright]

[He doesn't see any way around it, other than, perhaps death. That seems to be the way in the tower, injuries and ailments are cured with the new body, so, why shouldn't this mindcontrol - or rather, bodycontrol. He still carries his sword, and with no small amount of effort, drops it to the floor, willing his body to think he needs his other hand to hold the plate. Honestly he doubts Kariya would be up to the task even if he understands the line of thought, but what else is he to do or say?]

[vermicompost]

[Kariya stares down at the sword, taking a moment to think. He knows Vergil couldn't have dropped it by accident.]

No. No, I don't think that's a good idea...

[Diarmuid had killed Kariya in the Tower, but only after he'd been dying for some time after being turned into a mermaid. It was true that the death had returned him to himself, but he doesn't like the thought of killing anyone, especially not Eva's son. What would Eva say?]

This is Jason's month. It might be different. [It's not the same as an ordinary problem in the Tower. Although he's not sure. How can he be sure?] There must be some other way.

Dorm Halls

[knightime]

[It must be rather unfortunate to be stuck in a room with higher ups. Especially when both Dave and Hallelujah/Allelujah are both Group Bs.

That being said. It seems like Dave feels like approaching the other. He seems satisfied that the other is doing his job as a unit. He doesn't feel like there's anything astray at the moment.] It looks like you're doing your job fine. No on has been giving you trouble, right?

[bloodright]

[Vergil shakes his head, stopping his sweeping momentarily out of respect for the superior. At least, that's what it should look like. Dave has seemed alright, as far as (what he sees as) children go, but if it's left up to him, he's not about to pay any respects to anyone, much less some human boy.]