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towerofanimus2013-04-15 01:11 pm
floreatnoctem) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 01:11 pm
“Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me--
Characters: Chidori Yoshino and you!
Setting: Just pick a floor!
Format: Any
Summary: Chidori's not quite herself anymore- and when she knows it, she's trying her hardestt to do something about it.
Warnings: Brainwashing, body horror, and surgical modifications. Chidori will also be attempting to kill children when she's 'malfunctioning', so anyone with a character 14 and younger who doesn't want to chance them dying should steer clear.
[Dormitories]
The shadows in the room are off- it's noticeable if someone looks hard enough, knows what they're supposed to look like. Close enough inspection will reveal why:
Chidori, near the foot of the bed of someone nearby, or maybe even their own, head lolling forward, shoulders slumped, almost entirely relaxed save for the rapid, almost manic twitching of her fingertips where they peek out from the sleeves of her dress. Disturbing her might not be the best idea... but does anyone want to chance her malfunctioning even further inside their room?
[Working- Anywhere]
Chidori isn't hard to recognize to anyone who knows her. Her newer dresses have been replaced with a too long copy of her old dress, sleeves covering her hands past her fingertips and the whole of it mottled with blood- faint in some places, fresh in others. Whether it came from her or from someone else is difficult to tell- but she takes no notice of it. She takes no notice of much aside from her 'job', working with jerky, mechanical movements as she moves back and forth between terminals, in and out of her assigned areas. Her head is almost always lowered, the long fall of red hair matting around the ram skull attached to her head, covering her face. Despite the size of the eye sockets though, nothing can be seen inside save for the occasional bright, golden glint of an eye.
It would probably be best not to catch her gaze when it happens, though.
[Dave]
His gears are drying up. It's the first thing that comes to mind when she sees the smaller unit- younger, yes. Not quite as capable of maintaining himself as he should just yet. He must be new, must not know, must need her help.
Poor, poor child-- child? -- child...? -- Command Unit. She should help, shouldn't she? It's what she was
--built for.
It is is is... isn't it?
[Malfunction- Anywhere]
I won't do this anymore!
The defiance was nearly ongoing when she was lucid enough- but it was like trying to command her body by remote, like it wasn't even hers anymore. Her movements slowed, slowed, ground to a halt, save for tics, twitches, shakes- trying to move forward despite her best attempts. In the lull, a scan started, locking onto a few specific energies within the tower.
She realized who they were immediately.
I won't let you-!
Control, for a moment- and with it the agony of the dress, burning her skin with what she was sure was poison, the pull of the ram skull at its attachment points on her skull, far too heavy and yet still, somehow, holding.
Self-immolation was looking like a desirable option.
Stop!
Control lost, and movement again, slow at first, but gaining speed, slinking through shadows toward her first 'target'. She had to do it, she had to. It was the only way. It is the only way...
I won't-!
It's the ǫ͓̹̮̉̓ͥ͡n̵̛̘͍͚ͥ̓ͤ̉͛ͨ͐ͅl̻͎̠̼̱͉̦̹͋̍ͣ̉͠y̛̜̹̝̤͇͍̖͋͒̈͗͛̊̃͡ ̶̤̠͉͙̟͙̤̻͂̓̔ͪ͝͡w̛͚͇̘ͫͯ̅̿ͪͯͩ̔̈́a̻̮̥̱ͩͭ̈ͪ͞ỹ͉ͤ͐̌̆́̋́ͅ ̢̻̗̻͚̘̭ͬͧ͗̒ͦͩͤ͟t̡̧̘̲̺͈̹͈̠ͧͤͭͭ̑̆͑̇́̕o̡͔̞̗̗̖̤̬̓̓͐͜ ̵̘̦͔ͬ̈́ͮ͐̑s̴͉̅ͮͧ͞a͎̞͚ͫ͂ͦ̇̉̚v̩̳̼̗͆̉͌ͬͅḛ̠̺͈̞̔̓ͣ̑͛͐̽̈́̑ ̷͍̠̭̠ͮͯͨ͌ͯ͋̄͠t̬͓̦͐̀̋͆̆͡͞h̡̟͖̣̹̜͚͙̮̫̉̋ͪ͂͜͢ė̴͉̞̫̝̭̺́͘m̧̰̮̣̰͇͕ͫ̓̋̿͠.
Setting: Just pick a floor!
Format: Any
Summary: Chidori's not quite herself anymore- and when she knows it, she's trying her hardestt to do something about it.
Warnings: Brainwashing, body horror, and surgical modifications. Chidori will also be attempting to kill children when she's 'malfunctioning', so anyone with a character 14 and younger who doesn't want to chance them dying should steer clear.
[Dormitories]
The shadows in the room are off- it's noticeable if someone looks hard enough, knows what they're supposed to look like. Close enough inspection will reveal why:
Chidori, near the foot of the bed of someone nearby, or maybe even their own, head lolling forward, shoulders slumped, almost entirely relaxed save for the rapid, almost manic twitching of her fingertips where they peek out from the sleeves of her dress. Disturbing her might not be the best idea... but does anyone want to chance her malfunctioning even further inside their room?
[Working- Anywhere]
Chidori isn't hard to recognize to anyone who knows her. Her newer dresses have been replaced with a too long copy of her old dress, sleeves covering her hands past her fingertips and the whole of it mottled with blood- faint in some places, fresh in others. Whether it came from her or from someone else is difficult to tell- but she takes no notice of it. She takes no notice of much aside from her 'job', working with jerky, mechanical movements as she moves back and forth between terminals, in and out of her assigned areas. Her head is almost always lowered, the long fall of red hair matting around the ram skull attached to her head, covering her face. Despite the size of the eye sockets though, nothing can be seen inside save for the occasional bright, golden glint of an eye.
It would probably be best not to catch her gaze when it happens, though.
[Dave]
His gears are drying up. It's the first thing that comes to mind when she sees the smaller unit- younger, yes. Not quite as capable of maintaining himself as he should just yet. He must be new, must not know, must need her help.
Poor, poor child-- child? -- child...? -- Command Unit. She should help, shouldn't she? It's what she was
--built for.
It is is is... isn't it?
[Malfunction- Anywhere]
I won't do this anymore!
The defiance was nearly ongoing when she was lucid enough- but it was like trying to command her body by remote, like it wasn't even hers anymore. Her movements slowed, slowed, ground to a halt, save for tics, twitches, shakes- trying to move forward despite her best attempts. In the lull, a scan started, locking onto a few specific energies within the tower.
She realized who they were immediately.
I won't let you-!
Control, for a moment- and with it the agony of the dress, burning her skin with what she was sure was poison, the pull of the ram skull at its attachment points on her skull, far too heavy and yet still, somehow, holding.
Self-immolation was looking like a desirable option.
Stop!
Control lost, and movement again, slow at first, but gaining speed, slinking through shadows toward her first 'target'. She had to do it, she had to. It was the only way. It is the only way...
I won't-!
It's the ǫ͓̹̮̉̓ͥ͡n̵̛̘͍͚ͥ̓ͤ̉͛ͨ͐ͅl̻͎̠̼̱͉̦̹͋̍ͣ̉͠y̛̜̹̝̤͇͍̖͋͒̈͗͛̊̃͡ ̶̤̠͉͙̟͙̤̻͂̓̔ͪ͝͡w̛͚͇̘ͫͯ̅̿ͪͯͩ̔̈́a̻̮̥̱ͩͭ̈ͪ͞ỹ͉ͤ͐̌̆́̋́ͅ ̢̻̗̻͚̘̭ͬͧ͗̒ͦͩͤ͟t̡̧̘̲̺͈̹͈̠ͧͤͭͭ̑̆͑̇́̕o̡͔̞̗̗̖̤̬̓̓͐͜ ̵̘̦͔ͬ̈́ͮ͐̑s̴͉̅ͮͧ͞a͎̞͚ͫ͂ͦ̇̉̚v̩̳̼̗͆̉͌ͬͅḛ̠̺͈̞̔̓ͣ̑͛͐̽̈́̑ ̷͍̠̭̠ͮͯͨ͌ͯ͋̄͠t̬͓̦͐̀̋͆̆͡͞h̡̟͖̣̹̜͚͙̮̫̉̋ͪ͂͜͢ė̴͉̞̫̝̭̺́͘m̧̰̮̣̰͇͕ͫ̓̋̿͠.
no subject
He motions her to follow.