towerofanimus | All along it was a fever

Characters: Tavros Nitram and you!
Setting: Anywhere! You pick and I'll roll with it.
Format: Action.
Summary: Tavros makes the perfect zombie/brainwashed servant. He made it to group B.
Warnings: Potential violence, body horror, character death?

Obey

Honestly, it's not a very difficult concept. Why do a lot of people have a problem with it?! All you have to do is sustain discipline, suck it up and follow orders. It is futile to fight back.

The idea of questioning his own course of actions is not an option, and to be frank, Tavros had no reason to doubt the admin's rules. He was rather pleased with his duties and he took them very seriously. The additional robotic limbs were a kind reward, even when he was having some difficulties in operating them. They looked a bit off, and ill-fitted with his body, but he managed to make them work to his advantage.

He wanders the floors, attending to the residents and making sure everything is in order. At times, he would start bleeding, mainly around his torso, but the troll paid little attention to it.

At first glance, the lowblood didn't seem hostile or anything, simply attentive to your every step. Watching closely. He would answer to your questions, and offer guidance if needed.

Only if you're cooperating.

Fair warning; he might have some pretty fucked up understanding to the meaning of 'misbehaving'. Also, equally fucked up procedures in keeping order.

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Tohko knew that the library was another place that people sometimes frequented and misbehaved in, so she was patrolling here as well today. Besides, she couldn't work on an empty stomach. It was good that she had some time to both work and eat, but when she saw Tavros, she kept walking and smiling, some blood coming out of her elbow.]

Good afternoon, Tavros. How are your duties coming along?

[ Okay, he admits. He'd probably be disappointed if he covered this floor without running into Tohko. I mean- he knew it's her favorite floor, and she had a thing for books or something! So, he figured he might be lucky enough to see her before he leaves.

By the time he heard her voice, Tavros made an awkward turn with his legs, but somehow he didn't lose his balance in the process. Thank the lords. ]

Hey, Tohko. Everything is okay, so far.

[ He smiled, watching as she made her way closer before bending down to meet her level. ]

I see you're taking over this floor, huh?

[Tavros was right-before the Administrators had experimented on her, it was her favorite floor, and it would continue to be so when she was healed. For the moment though, she had no favorite floor, even though she was, quite literally, a book girl now. She kept smiling as she spoke.]

That is good. I'm glad to hear it.

[She wasn't sure why Tavros was bending down to her level though.]

I'm not taking it over..just patrolling. Why? Have you taken it over?

It's a little bit... hard to recognize the guy walking around the lower lounge floor as Equius Zahhak. In fact, if Tavros hadn't been a responsible worker and memorized all the other drones' names and distinguishing features, he'd never have figured out that it was him at all. Still, he stopped in his slightly mechanical walking and turned, looking down at the other troll behind a very odd visor.

"Your prosthetics seem to be slightly disjointed," he said. "You ought to look into that."

[ The most responsible worker you'd ever see. He turned to face Equius and flexed an arm forward. ]

Nah, they work just fine.

[ Trying to prove a point, he attempts to bend his arm to reveal the high quality maintenance around his joints. It takes him a while and he seems to be struggling? As if the bloody thing is stuck.

Spoilers: It is stuck. ]

Ugh.

No they don't.

[He frowns disapprovingly at the brownblood, as if to say he expected more from Tavros Severed-Robotic-Legs Nitram. But of course that wouldn't make sense. Because Tavros' legs were never cut off. He's just always had these mechanical appendages, and never really put in the effort to keep them operational that he should have.]

That is a danger to yourself and others, I hope you know.

[It's been a week. It's been a week, and Gamzee is on the circus floor. The healing gash on his forehead meant that he wasn't angry, and he wasn't sad. The chip in his skull provided him with a steady stream of mood lighteners, and a potent enough sedative to keep his temper from spiking.]

[Karkat's tombstone was in the graveyard. He'd seen it with his own eyes. Tavros' was not, but the brownblood boy wasn't here. Gamzee had searched everywhere in this fucking tower, asked everyone he'd come across if they'd seen him. No one had. He felt sick, almost. At least, he thought he might feel sick, if he wasn't so sedated.]

[Getting angry would have let him take out his stress on something. Taken his mind off of everything for a little while. He tried destroying a few things, punching holes into things he didn't think he could punch holes in - but it didn't feel the same. He got no high from it. Maybe he was already too high.]

[It was then, absently mouthing the top of a half-empty Faygo bottle with his painted lips, that he heard the familiar metallic clang of robotic prosthetics on a metal floor. His head jerked up, eyes wide and searching for the source of the sound. It didn't occur to him that his Tavros here in the tower didn't come equipped with a pair of metal legs. In fact, it had been so long since he'd even seen him with them, he thought he'd forgotten what they'd sounded like. Not so.]

[His eyes locked on his best brother, patrolling the floor. He hadn't noticed him? Or, if he had, he hadn't... said anything. It hardly mattered, he was here, and Gamzee practically broke his neck catching up with the guy.]

[As he got closer, his mouth fell open, and he fumbled with the soda bottle until it dropped from his hands. Tavros was fucked. Up. Those weren't the metal legs constructed with the love and care that Equius had provided. They weren't attached neatly, either. There were more limbs sprouting from his shoulders, as well. And they were... bleeding!?]

[A lot of things flew through Gamzee's mind at once, and although he was mostly able to keep a level head, after so long of no contact with Tavros, the relief just started pouring out of his mouth before anything substantial could.]

Motherfuckin' lords, brother!!! Where the fuck you been!?

The fuck happened to you!?

[ If Gamzee is expecting a reaction out of Tavros, it's not happening.

The brownblood stood there in complete silence, as if he was expecting Gamzee to keep going or perhaps rephrase his question in a more coherent approach. He tilts his head from one side to another, blood dripping to the ground none stop. His mouth is slightly open, breathing intense yet subtle, which shows that he was experiencing some pain.

As much as he wanted to give out an answer and fulfill his duty, he didn't have one. To be more precise, he didn't understand why the highblood is acting this way, or asking such things. He's acting as if there might be some kind of problem, and that sparked Tavros' interest.

For once, he didn't try the whole 'let's guess shit and fuck things up' routine, and instead made it rather obvious that he wanted this conversation to be crystal clear. ]

... I don't understand what you mean. Be more specific if you wish for an answer.

You--!!!

[Gamzee's eyes flick to the dripping blood, the clunky metal of Tavros' appendages and the blank expression on his face. The week of complete, sudden solitude had thoroughly wrecked him, and as soon as Tavros had reappeared, he was fucking braindead!?]

[Typical.]

[Fucking typical.]

[His moirail was gone. The only thing keeping him remotely in line was this stupid fucking chip in his skull, and now to have Tavros completely disregard him was grating on his ego.]

[Scrunching his brows and pulling his lips back in a snarl, Gamzee gripped the solid metal biceps in front of him, roughly shaking Tavros back and forth like he'd done so many times before when he was frustrated beyond words.]

[Unfortunately, the action made his face tighten, and his body jerk involuntarily.]

TAVROS!!! MOTHERFUCK!!!

Dave has been mostly wandering about. He's a noisier entity with all the gears, but he's surprisingly sneaky despite it. He stops to regard the other.

"You already have this floor." It's more of a comment than a question. He mostly wants to confirm so that he doesn't waste both their times by being on the same floor.

All along it was a fever

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