Aren't you glad you can't cry little one [Open]

[culbutiri]

Characters: Nesir Aeser and you
Setting: Patrolling the tower. Pick a floor
Format: Whatever you like
Summary: Nesir has been modified into a group B drone. Further information here
Warnings: Body modification and brainwashing. Anyone who touches her is in danger from the poison that sometimes leaks from her pores and she is prone to attacking troublemakers. She might malfunction but let me know if that's okay in the subject line so I know!

She begins in the dormitories and works her way down. Every floor checked, nothing allowed to be out of place. Nothing could be allowed to disrupt the running of the tower. She watches the prisoners, waiting for any signs of disobedience, any signs of rebellion.

Disobedience cannot be allowed. Nothing can be allowed to disrupt the work of her masters. She watches the other workers as well. Making sure they are doing their jobs.

Having blades for fingers makes some of the tasks harder than it usually would be but it didn't matter. Everything was fine. Everything had always been fine.

She moved down the tower, checking each floor, watching. She doesn't approach anyone but if anyone approaches her she will turn to them, willing to answer questions, as long as they are obedient and cause no trouble.

Comments

Cafeteria, not malfunctioning.

[tohko_amano]

People also frequented the cafeteria, so it was another place to patrol, another place to get dead bodies and manage other workers. When Tohko saw Nesir in the room, keeping an eye on everything, Tohko almost left. After all, the two hadn't gotten on well in the past..but she saw something that pushed her to stay for a few minutes.

"It looks like the Administrators have given you blade fingers too."

[culbutiri]

Nesir was counting inhabitants, judging who looked disgruntled at the diet and marking their faces, after all small grumbles about food could soon turn to full out rebellions.

She turned at the voice marking Tohko, there was anger there but it was muted, because Tohko had not disobeyed yet. Everything was fine and personal squabbles were not constructive to the will of the administrators.

"They do be for helping me. To be helping me in my duty."

[tohko_amano]

No, they really weren't, and it wasn't like Tohko was slacking off. She was watching everyone as she spoke to Nesir and listening to the grumbles and the various conversations. Nesir sounded mad..but it was muted, and she didn't really care much about it.

"I know. I had them once before, so they do have their uses. Just remember to be careful with them."

[culbutiri]

"I do be remembering." Useful for getting rid of troublemakers. "I will be using them appropriately."

Because they were to make her more able to assist in the protection of the tower. To further her usefulness to the administrators, she would only use them for strengthening the tower.

"As I do be sure you will be using your own enhancements."

[tohko_amano]

"Good. I'm glad to hear that."

After all, if she wasn't using her enhancement to better assist the Tower, Tohko would have to punish her again. Show her the errors of her ways.

"Of course. If I did not, it would be an insult to the Administrators."

[culbutiri]

"It would be. And we can no be allowing that." Nothing could be allowed to insult their masters, it would be wrong. It would be blasphemous.

Her eyes went back to searching the room, watching the residents.

Infirmary Floor 2, malfunction all over him if you want to! idek!

[neverbeamemory]

[This drone is currently re-stocking the Infirmary drawers and cabinets.

Or at least trying to. Having wings for arms causes more of the equipment to end up on the floor while he's trying to sort it into the various open drawers. Feathers just slide things about and can't pick things up.

Sometimes he hasn't quite got the grip right on the box, hugging his wings around it occasionally makes it crash to the floor between the wings. This in turn causes him to stop and spend a great deal of time getting the box into a position by which he can lift it again and carry on. The wings on his back spread widely to allow the balance while he does this; he learnt early on that falling to the floor wastes time and prevents him from fulfilling his tasks.

Inside of it's skin, Sephiroth is livid with anger and would do anything to stop piggy-backing in his own body! Not that anyone can tell, the drone just goes about it's business and can't even talk back.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir stepped onto the infirmary floor. People came here for collar checkups and it had been the sight of rebellions before. A floor to watch.

She marched over to the drone. Sephiroth. Worker drone. Failing at his duty.] You do be picking them up. [Blades glinted in the light.]

[neverbeamemory]

[That voice. He knows that voice, how could anyone mistake that accent?

Nesir... As if she might be able to hear him if he thought at her hard enough? No.

Without even looking at her to verify who it is, already his body has left the packets scattered on the counter-top and turned to survey the scattered packets of syringes on the floor. Unquestionably he approaches the nearest packet and crouches down, sweeping wings together in front to try and gather it in some sort of grip. Plastic packaging, with feathered wings? Think more like one of those frustrating arcade machines where you just can't get the claw to close around the prize.

This joke is getting old already... It's a good job really that the supervisor can't hear his thoughts. So not only has his body been programmed to be a lowly worker unit but other people can control him as well, but why Nesir? The small glance he got at her in transit didn't seem to grant any hint of modification.]

[culbutiri]

You do be being faster, there do be a lot of work to be doing. [His inefficiency would have consequences on the running of the tower, this needed to be sorted. To be fixed.

Black liquid began to seep from her face and shoulders, adding to what was already seeping from her body. She pointed her blade fingers at him] Keep going, be quicker.

[neverbeamemory]

[Looking up would mean he wasn't paying attention to his task. Sephiroth is enthralled by trying to pick up the plastic packets on the floor and his drone body will do anything that the supervisor requests. He doesn't need to look at her to perform his task.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. She must be able to see the obvious difficulty this other-wise simple task, is to him?

As such he does speed up, until he's as quick as humanly possible in his condition, with no access to his superhuman levels of speed. But it doesn't really make the job any quicker. However it does mean that a lot of the packets get slid around on the floor and eventually they end up in a big pile together.

To a certain extent, eventually this makes it easier to pick them up in one bundle which he can just wrap his wings around and hope that none slip out against the feathers (which a few probably will do!). It was painfully awkward trying to curl his not!hands around the last of the packages while he got back upright and walked them back over to the counter-top they'd fallen from]

[culbutiri]

[She watched impassively. His efficiency was low. It did not do for the workers to be so inefficient. He must try harder in future or be punished. Nothing could be allowed to affect the running of the tower. Nothing.] You will be quicker in future.

Dorms, not malfunctioning yet?

[notsogrimreaper]

[Ryoji eventually falls into step alongside Nesir as they both make the rounds, and he glances over. The aura of death around her is maddening, but he does his best not to be too angry. She isn't being disobedient or anything, so everything is fine.]

Have you found any rule-breakers?

[culbutiri]

[Another drone. Ryoji. Not disobedient though has been troublesome in the past.

She shook her head.] Not so far, people do be behaving.

Floor 43, malfunctioning

[altitonant_emperor]

[He was single-mindedly focused on his duties in the jail section. He did not speak to the worker units.

After all, there isn't time to chat. There's no time to do frivolous things like mingle with the annoying residents outside of discipline. There are chores to be done, rules to be enforced, messes to be cleaned, and people to be taught a strict lesson. Why they resisted the kindness of the administrators was lost on him, honestly. They should be grateful their masters were so gracious as to recuse their useless load from destruction.

Under the clear, slightly smokey flesh cover of his chest his organs were visible, working and blackened, noticeably full of holes that did not bother him. Under his skin, muscle burned and that did not bother him either.

Her approach was noted only so Hidetoshi could look up and blankly, coldly utter;]

Nesir. Hello.

[Perhaps it was a pointless trait, but Hidetoshi had never felt the need to sacrifice his basic manners for efficiency.]

[culbutiri]

Hello. [She's leaking poison but she nods. Another guard, Hidetoshi. Shouldn't be any trouble, it was always best to have more eyes on residents.]

All clear Hidetoshi? [She had barely spoken when she bent over, being sick. But liquid, poison, like what came out of her skin. Nothing changed on her face, it must serve a purpose, it wasn't her right to question her masters.

Hidetoshi might want to step back though, the poison is deadly.]

[altitonant_emperor]

Indeed. [Disinterested in everything except the answer, that is the message his voice sends. The rigidness of his stance, drained of all warm animation beyond the sterile environment around them. He waves one idle hand.] While there were a few trouble-makers, they were promptly corrected of their error.

Everything is proceeding as normal, best it can.

[And therefore, everything is fine. Perfectly fine. If only their masters would think to remove the variables like the residents from the pictures. Then the Tower would be wonderful, each flesh or wires-and-steel body a tiny cog or gear running smoothly in the machine. But Hidetoshi did not question them. He distantly knew he could if he truly strained himself to the limit, but why should he do that? Then he noticed the other drone bent over as she spoke, vomiting. Getting the floors messy with her poisonous bile.]

... Aaah? [He frowned, removing himself from her space.] You are hampering the operating capabilities of this Tower. You should know better than this. Are you damaged?

[culbutiri]

[Everything is fine It must serve a purpose, there could be no way it wouldn't. She waited until she could speak and then answered calmly.] No. I do no be thinking so. I apologise. [And she's being sick again, it was messy, disruptive and it was hard to see how this helped in her duty. But that wasn't for her to know, she wasn't to know the will of the administrators, only that they knew what they were doing.

And everything was fine.]

[altitonant_emperor]

[His face scrunched up in distaste at the noise and the putrid smell. It was disruptive. It was against the rules. It gritted against his nerves. He waited out the period of Nesir throwing up, splattering the floors with her puke. He did not think it was a flaw of her design. It wasn't possible since the administrators had been the ones to decide upon it, and so naturally must be free of flaws.] Your apology is accepted. If it is not a glitch or error in your systems, it is still unsightly.

[He snapped his head to the side and issued a flat order to some of the standard worker units standing nearby, directing them to fetching some high-grade towels and mops to clean up this intolerable mess.

Tendons smoked under his skin. A lung pulsated painfully, complaining the damaged inflicted upon it. He ignored it.

It was of no consequence or importance, so it warranted no attention.]

[culbutiri]

[Nesir just stared blankly at him for a moment, not understanding. Not wanting to understand because she had no need to question the administrators. She had stopped being sick now, though the liquid still seeped through her skin, dripping down her face.

She looked around the room, seeing example after example of disobedience. A harsh look here, a mutter there, so much disloyalty. It must be punished.]

Dorms, malfunction or not is up to you.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch was, strangely enough for him, cooped up in his room. He had nothing to do in there, and he was hungry, but everything that he'd seen yesterday, what Jason had done now that he couldn't be complained at by someone with any power over him...

Part of him wanted to go out and find Lucifel and Raphael, and hole up in here with them both, but he'd read the guide that had been written some time ago. He knew that if they didn't sleep in their own rooms for more than five days, it would begin to act as if they hadn't slept at all until they died.

So he was waiting here for Lucifel to come to him. He would if he was in danger, he was sure of it.

Of course, he'd forgotten that the dorms, too, were subject to cleaning and maintenance just like every other place, and he's sitting on a bedsheet that probably needs to be collected for cleaning.*

[culbutiri]

Nesir stepped into the room, taking in what she could see. There was only one resident, but this room hadn't been cleaned. Either no worker had come here or this resident had hindered it in some way.

It took a moment for the residents name to come to her. Enoch. Had been disobedient in the past. One to watch.

[warriorscribe]

Oh. Enoch had...seen this person before. She didn't seem like she was too badly altered. Except her hands - Enoch winced when he saw those fingers.

"Er...yes?"

Well. He might as well try not to make himself conspicuous. He could probably take most of the residents in a fight, but...he didn't like fighting, and this whole matter disturbed him to the point of being unable to keep his thoughts together.

[culbutiri]

"This room do no be meeting standards." Liquid was beginning to leak from her face as she stared at him, it was probably his fault. And disobedience needed to be dealt with.

[warriorscribe]

"Standards?" If it didn't look like sweat, Enoch didn't want any part of it. He got up and started backing towards the far end of the room, closed Arch gripped tightly in one hand. If she was going to attack him, he wanted some room. And he wanted, mostly, to get away from her.