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towerofanimus2013-04-15 08:59 pm
pushedaround) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 08:59 pm
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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?
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.
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.
no subject
[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!!!