There was a little boy//Who was a little toy//Chip in the middle of his forehead

[relinquishing]

!!If you're a female character from Groups C, D, or not in a brainwashed group at all, please note if you wish to be killed or not.!!

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Characters: Guy Cecil and you
Setting: Alllllll over the place the whole week. Pick a mode, pick a floor, pick a date for this week, and pick whether you wish to die or not, basically!
Format: Action preferred, but I'll follow.
Summary: Sometimes Guy tries to patrol and do as he's been told. Sometimes he regains his clarity with a frightful realization. And sometimes snapping out of it just makes things so much worse
Warnings: Brainwashing, a bit of body horror, mental trauma, panic, and bloody bludgeoning with chains. A note: Guy's modifications can and WILL make him kill women, especially if you catch him while he's sane for too long.

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DORMITORIES

[It was fine.

That was all he could think at times. All he was allowed to think. Everything was fine. The halls were to be patrolled. Messes were to be cleaned up. Those not compliant were to be dealt with harshly, whether citizen or drone. If one were to approach him, he could respond. But he would sound more like the general of an army than the Guy people might know. Those drones that have started to zone out, stand in corners or stalk citizens may be approached by the blonde.

The chains that burdened him - or, rather, SHOULD be burdening him - wrap around his torso and limbs, pulling painfully at his skin with their weight. The links of the chain are twisted with the bloody, mangled remains of a dozen or so women, all shoved into their links like a sadistic trophy collection. If he were even in his right mind, he would recognize this. But for now? His stride doesn't cease, movements slow but firm. He's simply doing his duty.

Everything is fine.]

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SANITY - Dormitories, The Staircases, The Meadow, The Morgue, or take your pick

[And yet... there were times where things were definitely... not fine?

He'd shake his head, feeling as if he'd just woken up from a bad dream, wearily looking around... noticing the pull of the chain on his body, seeing the corpses, and panicking.

He might keep his mind long enough to find a familiar face - ANY familiar face - wandering the levels with wide and fearful eyes. He might simply seek a place of solitude to try and get his head back together - come on, come on, KEEP it together... or he might be searching for a way to remove the bodies and chains from his body, stepping into the morgue and wearily glancing through the tools...

Or he might just come up to anyone he can find, a painful plea in his eyes.]

Please... please, you have to help me...!

[One would just hope he doesn't zone out and suddenly ignore them... or worse.]

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PANIC - ROOM 5-02, The Staircases, The Cathedral, The Poppy Field, The Lagoon, The Crystal Room, or take your pick

[And sometimes, it's just simply too much. He's SURROUNDED by women, DEAD women, blood and bone and muscle and the sound of metal against metal and he's trapped and he can't escape and no no no NO NO NO I'M SCARED...

It's the tricky thing about having a fear, especially one you don't understand. After a point, it controls you. And at times, it does so with Guy. He's drawn to corners, the edges of the stairs, the far wall of the cathedral, curled up on himself with chains as a blanket, sometimes silently shaking and sometimes...

Screaming.

Screaming and screaming and screaming, like a child being attacked by a monster, until his voice goes raw, not caring if the sound echoes through the building, not caring if the sound goes silent. Fingers digging into his scalp and forcing every last ounce of energy on a silent scream... sometimes, it's all he can manage to do.

He can't escape he can't escape he can't--

Someone could reach a hand out to help the poor man, or simply get him back on his feet and tell him to keep to his work. He may not be able to respond... or the response you may get is a heavy chain to the face, like a trapped animal lashing out.

He wasn't fine... oh Score he wasn't fine--]


((OOC NOTES:
- If you are in Groups C and D, Guy can and will command you to do various things.

- Guy is most prone to hunting down women when he is sane/panicking. Again, if your character does or does not wish to be killed, please note so in the subject line.))

Comments

Meadow

[technologic]

(OOC: I'm okay with killing, but April is a cheating cheater when it comes to metal due to her powers so Guy would have some trouble.)

[April has spent most of the day on edge; she's seen what's happened to some of the others here and seen how they can sometimes act and it's enough to have her constantly on guard. And the meadow has always helped to calm her down, which is why she decided to relax there for a while, but when she spots Guy from her seat under the tree, she quickly gets up onto her feet.]

Oh shi- G-Guy...?

Re: Meadow

[relinquishing]

((OOC: Fine by me - it'll make things interesting.))

[He's been kneeling next to a tree on his own, a good ways away from where April sat, hands fisted into his hair and muttering something under his breath. It was all he could do not to straight-out panic, and the calm of the meadow at least helped him try to overcome it.

When he hears April's voice, his head snaps up immediately, looking her over with frightened eyes.]

...April...

[He inhales sharply, his expression pained as he crawls forward a bit, chains dragging through the grass and dirt and trailing blood in their wake.]

A-april... [There's a weak, barely sane laugh, shaking uncontrollably.] D-dammit, April... p-please... help me...

[technologic]

[April manages to keep her panic suppressed and instead walks over to him, looking over the chains and wincing faintly. She's seen a lot of twisted stuff before, but the admins always seem to keep coming up with things more awful.]

D-don't worry, I can break things like chains... [Though she needs to get closer to him to do it and she's pretty wary about doing so. But he needs help so... She sighs to herself and walks a bit closer, though there's still some distance between them, crouching down to get a better look at the chains.]

the morgue - feel free to boss Ion around if you feel so inclined c:

[fragileprophet]

[Ion doesn't know where he's ended up. Or why, for that matter. Even being so new to the Tower, everything being so foreign to him still, its as if his new auto-pilot body has a built in navigation system and it just knows exactly where it needs or wants to be regardless of his thoughts.

This room is cold and gray and stacked from floor to ceiling with small metal hatches. Ion probably would have looked at them further if his eyes weren't plastered on the familiar face rifling awkwardly through a table of medical tools.

Guy...

Only it wasn't Guy at all. Not the Guy he knew. This was a grotesque, bloody, prisoner in chains. And those chains--Oh L-Lorelei those are bodies--

His brain clammored inside of its prison, calling out to the blonde and shouting in worry and wanting to help. But he couldn't say a word, not really. Couldn't move forward to help him.

He just stood and stared, hardly even blinking. Almost expectant...as if he were waiting for orders. Or waiting for the start of a show.]

sob, possibly at the end of the thread. He's got his mind now.

[relinquishing]

[The blonde digs for a few more moments, cursing loudly and throwing a pair of clamps across the room with a loud clatter, grasping the counter with heavy breaths and shuddering shoulders.

He couldn't. He couldn't do this. He had other things he was supposed to do...

And yet his fear was right there, on the end of ever chain - a mangled mess of bloodied limbs that used to be a woman of some age, some race, all with a warped look of terror across their faces. Had he looked at them at a different time, it might invoke a sense of pride. Now, it was fear. Fear and disgust and utter horror at the Tower and at himself.

He exhales sharply, finally turning to move back towards the stairs... before catching sight of a familiar face. Blue eyes widen.]

...Ion

[He's shouldering his way ahead much faster now, reaching out for the boy with bloodied hands and a panicked, concerned look. Ion, no, what had they done to him...]

Fon Master... Fon Master, p-please, answer me! A-a-are you alright?

Morgue

[carrythesin]

[ooc: He can shaken her up, but no killing. She needs to stay alive to kill someone sadly ;;]

[Kirika made her personal rounds in the tower, and one of them happened to be the morgue. Yet today, something felt different in this room. Kirika's attention was brought to the sound of chains. Her handgun remained hidden, unsure whether to pull it out now or not.

When Guy pleaded for help, Kirika remained still in hope to keep her distance. Was this an actual person? Or maybe... She remained silence to see what else he had to say.]

[relinquishing]

((ooc: Righto!))

[The man's expression pains, ripping himself away from the shelf of tools with a loud clatter as he takes a few steps toward her, a fist clutching against where a chain had been grafted straight into his abdomen. There had to be nine or ten chains at the very least, attached to his body through his clothing, all thick and rusted and covered in both fresh and dried blood, corpses of unrecognizable women hanging from each and every loose end.

He raises his hands, palms forward and shaking horribly.]

P-please, I... I don't want to hurt you, I...

[His grimace deepens, the grip against his abdomen tightening.]

I... I need to take these damn things off...

[Staircase/cathedral/let's have some fun]

[bloodyashes]

[So in conclusion? Dying was pretty damn unpleasant, yes. At least Asch can't remember anything between Sheba's hands on his and waking up in a new, unburned body - one that, unfortunately, is still outside his control as it dutifully goes up and down the stairs.

He's still trapped, still writhing against the inside of his skull, but he's determined - I won't let them have me I won't let them save me - and really, that's all he has to cling to at the moment. That, and a little voice telling him to save himself.

At least he was able to confirm one thing - dying and getting a new body had reset his fonon separation. It's a small, subtle thing, but it's easier to hold onto himself while his body is healthy, for however long that lasts.]

lol have some fun... l o l

[relinquishing]

[In an intense state of panic, hitting him like a train as he descended, Guy could only try to seek solace in the quietest place possible in the fastest time he could - the cathedral. He's hyperventilating as he drags himself and his chains down the stairs, shakily shouldering past people with barely an apology to try and make it to the floor.

And then he sees Asch. Or, well, at least the back of Asch's head, right as he nears the cathedral doors.

He grimaces...god, had something happened to him, too? It didn't look like anything from here...

In his panic, he hastily grabs Asch's arm, tripping onto the cathedral floor and forcing his breath to try and come slower so he could talk.]

A.... A-asch, h-h-hey, I... are you o--

[And his words catch in his throat at the sight of Asch's eyes.

No. First Ion, now Asch. What the hell had they done to him???]

Crystal room, and death is A-OK with me!

[mustnotfalter]

[Mitsuru isn't hiding - she's simply taking the time to rest and regroup, and it just so happens that she's deep within the crystal cavern to do it. Luckily she's only encountered an in-rebellion worker unit so far, and while getting attacked wasn't pleasant, at least it hadn't been a retrieval unit or one of the modified residents. Artemisia had been more than enough to get her out of that.

When the screaming starts, she looks up from her Evoker with a start. Her first thought is that perhaps another unit has caught up to an unsuspecting resident, and if that's the case then clearly they need help. She keeps her Evoker firmly in one hand, her rapier firmly in the other, and runs.

What she finds when she gets there is even more horrifying. She stops short at the sight of Guy, but if he's screaming then that means he's in pain and something's wrong, and she can't just leave him - so she approaches carefully.]

What's wrong?!

Yay death!

[relinquishing]

[Currently huddled in such a way that he was nearly buried in the very corpses he was trying to escape, her words are barely registered through Guy's ears, his mind so thoroughly entrenched in the fact that he can't escape he can't escape oh dear Yulia HE CAN'T ESCAPE and all he can do to release the horror bottled inside is to scream, intense and rough and barely leaving room to take in air. When he does, it's a mix of hyperventilated breaths and twisted, mumbled words--]

I.. I can't I CAN'T... c-c-can't... g-g-et away... away, get t-t-them away, a... a... a-a-a-A-AWAY...

Staircase

[the_word_is]

[Inside her head, Maka Albarn is fighting. She's fighting against whatever it is that moves her limbs, that directs her line of sight.

Her feet walk her up the stairs. Her breath comes calmly. Her eyes hurt (her body hasn't looked in a mirror, she can't see that her eyes were torn out and replaced with flames). Her face holds an expression of calm.]

Do you mind if I'm mean to you, roommate?

[relinquishing]

[Only a floor or two up, and she'll come across a drone superior, one of Group A, huddled on the floor with his arms wrapped around him, screaming with a raspy voice as if he'd been doing it for hours. It was a man with a soul that was essentially pure, if not riddled with conflict, lies and hatred.

As she steps by, he simply winces, lashing out at her.]

D-d... d-don't come any closer!

Dormitories-Injury

[theredrose]

[She'd heard whispers and rumors, but now she understood what people meant when they said this place was dangerous. Already, she'd had to dodge and run from things that seemed to only want to hurt her; it was really no different than the gallery.

But the rooms- the rooms seemed safe so that was where she was headed. Maybe there she could figure out what to do.

She kept her her head up and her bravery close, but there was fear and apprehension behind her eyes as she stepped into the hall. This area was supposed to be safe...but what if it wasn't anymore? She had to be alert and careful. Each time her shoe made a sound as she took a step, she thought it sounded too loud, though nothing was as loud as the sound of her heartbeat in her chest.]

He'll start out drone, go frenzy, and probably regain sanity after injury. y/n?

[relinquishing]

[The noises that she'll hear next may be enough to interrupt that. Guy is under a hazy control, head held high and scanning the dormoitory halls with an easy, strong stride. Behind him drags nine or ten heavy chains, one of which seems to have been severed in an accident, another recently attached to his arm by the color of the stitched skin.

And on each chain lies a corpse, some completely unrecognizable as individuals, but all women.

He hears the smaller footsteps and stops, turning to look the girl up and down with a cloudy expression.]

...Where are you going?

death in poppy fields sounds awfully poetic, doesn't it

[slightlyoblivious]

[It's the screaming that gets to Yukiko, as she's passing the entrance to the poppy field. She's heard screaming like that, the sound of complete fear, and in this moment of lucidity, it hurts her to know that she can't say anything to make it better. But maybe she can do something, she thinks.

She's quiet when she approaches - the only sound she makes is the rustling of feathers. Yukiko's expression is sympathetic, though, and if she's awkward as she extends a hand, it's due to the feathers and how they dig into her skin.]

lol Guy's died in the poppy fields before, too. it is sad.

[relinquishing]

[He's only a few yards into the field, huddled into a ball under chains and corpses alike. The poppies' effects have definitely started taking their effect... either that, or the man has just simply been screaming for far too long. It's still a non-stop stream of noise, just hoarse and rough and ragged, still filled with pain and horror, any words that slipped out when he tried to catch his breath shaking and quiet.]

I... I-I-I c-can't... g... get-t-them... g-g-g-get them away... p-p-please...

Sanity: Dorms. Blanket permissions for a fight to the death if it comes to that?

[canofworms]

[The dormitories are no longer safe.

It's not just the Tower's ubiquitous and unwelcome worker units suddenly flipping a 180, though the latter haven't stopped becoming more and more intrusive; more and more unsettling. There are simply too many to destroy on sight.

The monsters are here.

He doesn't want to call them that -- not after what he's seen, because they're faces he recognizes, however vaguely. He's been trying to avoid the dormitories, in fact, because too much there is familiar. He's already failed and keeps failing; no matter what he does or has had to do, he can't protect a thing important to him.

Kariya does have to relent eventually, though. He hasn't been able to check in on anyone else he knows, and there's no sense in being a coward. His nerves, however, are a live wire by the time he returns to those floors.

So, while the horrific accessories the blond stranger drags with him aren't enough to faze him in and of themselves, his finger tightens on the trigger of the gun he's just reflexively pulled on Guy. You can never be too careful -- and there's something unsettling about those corpses, if nothing especially familiar.

So, he doesn't fire.]

Are those other residents of the Tower?

A fight to the death will more than likely happen, yes. Also: Sorry for the delay! Drowning in tags.

[relinquishing]

[There are times that coming back to conscious thought after a blackout would wear Guy down, making him feel exhausted deep into his bones and wanting nothing but relief. And yet every breath, every movement, every pulling at his skin or rippling of a muscle would send him an instant reminder that relief was nowhere to be found. He was his own walking trap, the metal heavy and gritty from the amount of blood and dirt and sweat having already been shed over it.

Sometimes he would wake up from this state in an absolute panic. Other times, such as this one, would prove more of a mindless adventure, the ability to put one foot in front of the other all he could manage until he found something or someone to stabilize him - perhaps to remove the chains, or just provide a familiar face to let him know that someone he knew was still existing, alive, out of this nightmare. He's lost count of how many new bodies have appeared on his chains. Frankly, he can't say he remembers killing half of them.

His pace is sluggish when he hears a voice from off to his side. A question. He mulls it over in his mind, a long moment passing where not even the lift of his head is attempted until he knows he can speak with clarity. Or, well... Some clarity, at least.

When he finally turns to the man, seeing the gun, realizing his situation... the fear and exhaustion is evident in his eyes, his words dry, like cotton in his mouth.]

Yes... yes, they are...

Dormitories - a-ok with death :'D

[attheclocktower]

[Xion had finally subsided into obedience a little over an hour ago, allowing her work efficiency to increase dramatically, now that the mental fatigue had decreased a great deal. Still, as satisfied as she was with her progress and as much as she'd like to keep that progress up, there was no ignoring that plea.

Well, he is in group A, after all. Xion freezes, turns and looks at him with blank eyes, clearly awaiting instruction. What do you need help with?]

This will probably go very fast :'D

[relinquishing]

[He can feel it - that mental twitch between everything is fine and something... different. Something carnal and hot, making his blood boil, making him see things different, seek out those that he NEEDED to have...

The urge had been fluttering in and out of his mind until the raven-haired drone, stitched up full of doll parts, straightens herself up in his presence. The curve of her young body, the fullness of her face, with such blue eyes...

There's a mental tug, a twist. He grimaces before squaring his shoulders, looking down at her with a thin frown.]

Worker. What are you doing? Why have you stopped?

Dormitories..................... after, you know, he murderizes Zelda

[ocariness]

[ This is something... she was never supposed to see--when Link finds Guy's newest "addition", they think they're going to be ill. At first, they can only hope it's kept Zelda from having to deal with this for a little while--what a disgusting thought! No, killing someone is NEVER all right, it's horrible and wrong and how dare Jason do this--

And Link's anger is... a little overwhelming. This person wasn't themself. They were obviously dangerous. But Link doesn't attack. Not right away. They just can't get their eyes away from their friend.

If Guy attempts to leave, though, Link will be blocking the way. They have to know. If this person was still sane, at all.

Zelda... ]

I'll mix his sanity levels up a bit just for me being ridiculously late.

[relinquishing]

[The blood is still fresh on his arms, down his legs, across the metal of the chains, still dripping from the fresh corpse onto the floors of the dorm hallways. It's not the most dazzling display of the princess, but to Guy, it's perfect for his trophy. She's divine.

There was the cry in the back of his mind that no, no, nonono this wasn't right, he couldn't have done that, he had to stop, he HAD TO STOP... And yet for the time being, all that was offered was a twitch against his shoulder, a grimace quickly masked on his face. Quick and true to the task at hand. Nothing more. Nothing less. He had moved on as orders instructed, back to patrol the dormitories and be on guard for workers who may be on the fritz once again...

And then suddenly, there's someone in his way.

Clouded eyes blink, narrowing slightly. He says nothing, merely halting and glancing the swordsman over. The pointed ears... they ring a bell in his mind, and somewhere deep down, Guy feels a flare of guilt, shame, and utter panic.

But outwardly? There's nothing but the slight raise of his brows, his words flat and low.]

Step out of the way.

Meadow!

[secretcharm]

[[OOC: Everything is a-okay with me!]]

[[Yuka squeaked at first, jumping back and covering her mouth. Because not only did his sudden plea surprise her, but...his condition was nothing pleasing to look at. She managed not to scream, just staring at him with wide and frightened eyes for a moment.

And then what he says actually registers. He needs help...?]]

A-ah...I...D-do you need Yuka to f-find someone to help you?

[[Because she doesn't know how she could help on her own.]]

Sorry for the wait!

[relinquishing]

[...What?

Guy blinks and takes a step back, as if he hadn't realized just who he was trying to reach out to. A poor little girl, looking about as horrified and distraught as he was... Just the distance he'd crossed to get to her was too much for his fear to handle, and he scrambles back again, chains crumpling against the dirt as he does so.

There's a deep grimace on his face as he finally talks, looking about as afraid of her as he is of the things attached to him.]

Y-yes... yes, I... please, I need someone to... to help me take these off... [He raises an arm, two chains following in the motions.]

Could.... could you find someone for me?