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

[culbutiri]

She jumped backwards again, stumbling a bit. This time the blade caught her shoulder and more poisonous liquid splashed out onto the floor. She kicked out at him again, slashing with his fingers aiming for his side.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch wasn't expecting the kick, and it caught his side, even if that put him out of range of her fingers as he stumbled to catch his balance. It sent a few cracks running through his armor given how poorly he'd been planted. In an attempt to protect himself from further attack, he held the Arch out to swipe at her if she drew near.

[culbutiri]

She did draw near, there was no part of her that cared about her own safety. Only in destroying him, getting rid of the trouble maker. The Arch hit her again, on her arm and more poisonous liquid splattered to the ground.

Yet she continued, trying to grab his arm, to disarm him.

[warriorscribe]

Disarming Enoch, as Tohko found the previous day, was a very difficult matter. When she attempted to keep drawing closer, Enoch raised a foot to try to kick her back.

[culbutiri]

She jumped backwards and tried to grab that foot, if she were successful she would twist it, trying to knock him off balance.

[warriorscribe]

It had been a poor move on his part. An attempt to keep her away so he can get more distance. It was a vulnerable position, one she made even more vulnerable by successfully sending him to the floor, where he tried to kick his way out of her grasp and get to his feet, but it left her a window of time, if she was fast, to get at him...

[culbutiri]

She was fast, she stomped downwards, aiming for his ribs, and then brought her blade fingers towards his neck.

[warriorscribe]

She would get a rather interesting surprise when she stomped at his ribs: Pieces of his armor broke away violently, seemingly unrelated to where she had stomped. He curled up to try to keep her from getting at him and lashed out with a leg, trying to get her to lose her balance, or at least back up.

[culbutiri]

Well that was interesting, she only had a moment to try and take in that information before he lashed out, she fell sideways and turned it into a roll before running back towards him.

[warriorscribe]

When she fell, Enoch scrambled back to his feet and leaped into the air, vaulting himself over her with a midair jump and whirling to strike her from behind with his Arch.

She'd made it clear that running wasn't much of an option, and even if he managed to escape her, he needed to make sure his friends that weren't modified were safe.

[culbutiri]

The strike caught her and she stumbled forwards, her knees hitting the stairs. She turned though, pain running through her yet unable to stop. She coughed, black liquid coming from her mouth and crawled closer to him, attempting to regain her feet, to stop him, to destroy him.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch was fueled by fear and adrenaline, and his past had ensured that running was a very rare occurrence. He brought the Arch down as she crawled towards him, desperate to rid himself and his friends of this danger.

[culbutiri]

It hit, more liquid splashed onto the floor from her back, her mouth. And yet still her body fought, trying to get up, trying to inch towards him, trying to destroy.

[warriorscribe]

Running had been rare...but no enemy had ever been so pathetic, so crippled before the finishing blow...

Enoch was torn now, between ending her pain and running to avoid killing. He backed up to keep away from her as she crawled forward, hand gripping the Arch's right handle tightly.

[culbutiri]

She continued to spew liquid trailing it behind her, it came from her pores, her mouth, her eyes.

Eyes which she lifted to him, drone eyes, not even seeing him as a person but merely a task. But her eyes met his, as if challenging him, to make the choice.

[warriorscribe]

Even if she wasn't reacting to pain, Enoch wouldn't leave anyone in this state. He leapt up to make it harder to grab his legs, to try to slam the Arch down on her, hopefully for a finishing blow.

[culbutiri]

The blow hit, she she fell for the last time, poison seeping out around her, staining the ground.

[warriorscribe]

It's a good thing she hadn't gotten through his armor enough to expose his feet - some of that could have splashed onto his toes.

Enoch purified his Arch with shaking hands and stowed it, walking away. He had to put some distance between himself and the corpse.