towerofanimus | (no subject)

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.]

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

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ Els realizes Vergil's annoyed gaze? A bit. He feels intimidated and/or guilty of it? NOPE. ]

Wow, wow. [ Holding two hands up. ] You don't need to glare at me like that, man.

[ Congrats, you're just kinda promoted from 'dude' to 'man', Vergil. ]

[Wow he is so glad for this promotion...

Vergil will stop glaring as soon as he can voice his displeasure. Actually, no, he would still keep glaring, there would just be some standoffish or sarcastic remark to go with it.]

[ And Els is not backing away. He merely keep his arms crossed behind his hair again, grinning like a dork he is.

Yeah, continue with your work. A single guy watching you is not going to disturb you or anything, right? I mean, he's not physically annoying you, Vergil. Yet. ]

[As if he couldn't get more annoyed. But as much as he would like to do something about it, he just keeps sweeping. Although by now the annoyance is quite clear on his face.

Do you have nothing better to do, Els]

[ SIGH you're no fun, Vergil. Oh, don't tell him. ]

Ah, my bad. I didn't know that you are mute. [ That was GENUINE, okay. Not even sarcasm or sot.

Also lol, did you just imply that he have anything to do? ]

[Finally Vergil stops, giving Elsword a hard stare. Really? If he was mute he'd have used sign language or written something down - or at least tried to make some indication. Maybe. If he felt like paying any attention to the boy.

He shakes his head slightly.]

[ Let's just casually counter that hard stare on Vergil's end for a curious stare on Els part. Anyroad, the tiny headshake was enough to make the red-haired teen understand what Vergil have just implied. ]

Oh. [ A slight pause. ] So you're not in the mood to speak much, then.

[ Captain Dork, strikes again. ]

...

[Well, now it's clear to him this kid is far too much of an idiot to understand something so simple, so, maybe he'll let him go on thinking that. He goes back to sweeping, although grudgingly.]