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

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

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.

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[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.]

[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.]

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.

[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]

[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.

I'll show you the meaning of the word, Nesir.

[A pointless threat, trapped inside his mind which was locked within this fleshy prison that would do anything to obey. Sephiroth cannot reply to Nesir, and drones do not even acknowledge their orders unless instructed to do so.

He continues with his work, trying to be faster but also trying not to be so damn clumsy as well. Sliding the packages across the counter top into their respective drawers]

[Obviously this one was not the greatest worker, and could not be left alone to complete this task. It was an annoyance but it was Nesir's job, to make sure the workers were efficient and encouraging that efficiency was one of her duties.]

This one do be wrong. [Blades reached into the draw to pick up one of the packages and drop it into the correct draw.] Be paying more attention.

[At least he got a chance to look at those blades sticking out of her hands instead of fingers. Hard to miss as they glinted in front of him, correcting his clumsy work.

Hmph, she got something useful at least...

He'd been stripped of all his inherent usefulness by his modification. It wouldn't be so bad if he had access to his powers but the brainwashing had disconnected that as well.

And just who was she to talk? She clearly doesn't have any idea how much effort is entailed in carrying anything with wings for arms. If Sephiroth could get past how outraged he is, perhaps he might feel proud of the little achievements that he has managed to do whilst being stuck in this role.

His body tries to follow her example but he just doesn't have the capability to pick up a single package out of a drawer of similar, plastic wrapped packages. No such fingers after all.]

[Hope your feathers don't have pain receptors Sephiroth because she is batting at them with her blades.] Do be doing it right.

[Nope, no such thing here. They're just, well, feathers.

She can bat away at them all she likes, it's not going to make them move like fingers because they aren't. She may even be able to strip away at the actual feather part in a few of them and leave the spines only. Some feathers may even fall off completely if damaged enough. Sephiroth is already curling, twisting the wings to the best of his ability in order to reach as best he can into the drawer.

The drone is willing, concentrating fully on the task while inside Sephiroth may be rolling his eyes at Nesir. The body isn't capable in this instance.]

[She was working up the wings, feathers falling, as if she could cut them away and find something useful underneath.]

[All the while, Sephiroth doesn't react or even move to stop her. If she keeps cutting away like that she's going to strip the wings down to the very flimsy, thin fleshy bits and then he won't even be able to sweep with them.

Hey STOP. Look it's just making more mess...

Did he just really think that? Guess so. Just look at the feathers now littering the counter top. The drone still with it's mind focused on trying to take the packages out of the drawer that it incorrectly put there. As instructed.]

[She can easily get someone to clean them up. There are plenty who will do her bidding, unlike this one.]

[He's trying Nesir but no, tasks like this isn't what this worker should be doing.

Though, once the majority of feathers are stripped away he can pinch packets between the spines of both wings and so lift them more easily out of the wrong drawer he put them in.

It won't nearly be fast enough, no doubt, and it's awkward even to watch but it's possible.]

[Well that was a little better, she watched as he sorted the items, it would probably be more efficient if she did it, but it was his job and all must perform the task they were given.]

[Not without small pauses when the painful awkwardness of the motions become too much for even the determined worker to flex the joints of those thin, naked, fleshy spines - almost an hour later the task will be completed. The worker steps back from the counter to await it's next task.

What a waste of time... What was left of his wings were incredibly sore and stuff-jointed from the effort. Well, there wouldn't be much sweeping now with him so stripped of his feathers like that.]

[Much better. Though the task was slow it was vompleted and Nesir nodded, satisfied.] Next time you will be doing it right the first time.

Ugh

[Even moving the damaged wings just slightly now shot stinging almost through every fiber of exposed skin. Sephiroth hoped the tender parts would heal up in enough time before he had to handle anything dirty again. He doesn't have his inherent healing capability like this.

The drone nods enthusiastically. As if infinitely happier how that it was able to complete it's task.]

[She smiled at him and nodded before leaving him to his work, proud that she had helped the tower and its efficiency.]

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