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towerofanimus2013-04-15 03:04 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 03:04 pm
watch the dog chase its tail
Characters: [AU3] Lancer, [OU] Zero Lancer, and you!
Setting: all over the Tower, throughout the event
Format: anything goes
Summary: Lancer acts as a group C worker. See here for details.
Warnings: Blood, gore, death, and euthanasia so far. If you tag him after the 15th, there's a chance he'll attack and try to maul you.
1. Dormitories (limited to the 15th)
[Lancer had thought that the modifications would stop at compelling him to work with maintaining the Tower or tearing apart the corpses of the fallen even with his twisted limbs. He hadn't expected blackouts. Nor had he expected waking up to realize he has been staring at someone in their sleep. When the person sleeping seems to stir, he scoots backward into a corner, trying to hide himself the best he can. He hates the idea of being seen in this shameful state. Hopefully, he would be called to his next task before anyone sees him.]
2. Aquarium
[By now, Lancer has become accustomed to the blackouts. It seems he does nothing but stare at people when his mind is taken from him. It's a relief. He knew what he could be capable of when he loses his rational thinking.]
[Currently, he's trying to scoop out the fish with his hands. Constantly fighting against his urges exhaust him. In addition, he's been taking extra precautions to try to avoid the people he knows when he doesn't have his shifts.]
[Perhaps if he ate something, he could regain some energy. However, the modification done to his limbs to make them dog-like makes his movements awkward. Pretty soon, he's abandoned using his hands and is just thrusting his face in the water. For the time being, he forgets to even watch out to see if anyone is approaching him.]
3. Dormitories (with Diarmuid/oathshackledbird)
[The sleep paralysis lasted for an hour after his revival. The first thing he notices is that he is still in his modified state. If he had his voice, he would laugh. Not even death can free him from this state.]
[He's about to jump from the bed and go to some task, any task, but he notices something.]
[His brother is lying next to him, perfectly still.]
[He wants to scream, or even gasp, but again, he can only silently stare.]
Why? Why is he here? Didn't Lancelot save him?
[He inches closer to Diarmuid, and then places his head on Diarmuid's chest so he can listen to the other Lancer's heartbeat. He silently sighs in relief as he hears that sure sign that his brother is alive right now, no matter what might have happened yesterday.]
[He lifts his head...and then nudges Diarmuid's face with his muzzle. As he is, he can't call out to Diarmuid, or shake him or kiss him or hug him. All he can do is nuzzle up to Diarmuid in the hope that he can offer his brother some comfort. Or at least show that Cu Chulainn was no longer a threat.]
[After a while, he stops pushing at Diarmuid and leans over Diarmuid's face, watching his brother just lie there either sleeping or paralyzed. A couple tears slide off his face and onto Diarmuid's cheeks. He hates this body that can do nothing else.]
4. Floor 38
[Lancer is a good little drone. He wipes the floors and the glass walls. For once, he doesn't seem to have any sign of malfunction.]
[Even though the task is banal and it sucks to have just about no control over his body, it's still better than malfunctioning, or spending every waking hour exhausted because he's fighting his urges.]
5. Lower Levels
[Lancer wants to scream. This is by far his most gruesome task, taking apart the bodies for soul extraction. He's seen more of Jason's techniques in these few days than he could care to see for his entire life.]
[Of course, he just has to malfunction down here too. Pretty soon, he's dragging organs out with him, holding the gruesome souvenirs in both his hands and his mouth.]
6. Meadow
[Even drones should be allowed to enjoy themselves. This might come to mind as the residents come upon a particular dog-like unit rolling around, apparently having fun. That is, if it wasn't rolling around in a pile of intestines and eyeballs.]
Setting: all over the Tower, throughout the event
Format: anything goes
Summary: Lancer acts as a group C worker. See here for details.
Warnings: Blood, gore, death, and euthanasia so far. If you tag him after the 15th, there's a chance he'll attack and try to maul you.
1. Dormitories (limited to the 15th)
[Lancer had thought that the modifications would stop at compelling him to work with maintaining the Tower or tearing apart the corpses of the fallen even with his twisted limbs. He hadn't expected blackouts. Nor had he expected waking up to realize he has been staring at someone in their sleep. When the person sleeping seems to stir, he scoots backward into a corner, trying to hide himself the best he can. He hates the idea of being seen in this shameful state. Hopefully, he would be called to his next task before anyone sees him.]
2. Aquarium
[By now, Lancer has become accustomed to the blackouts. It seems he does nothing but stare at people when his mind is taken from him. It's a relief. He knew what he could be capable of when he loses his rational thinking.]
[Currently, he's trying to scoop out the fish with his hands. Constantly fighting against his urges exhaust him. In addition, he's been taking extra precautions to try to avoid the people he knows when he doesn't have his shifts.]
[Perhaps if he ate something, he could regain some energy. However, the modification done to his limbs to make them dog-like makes his movements awkward. Pretty soon, he's abandoned using his hands and is just thrusting his face in the water. For the time being, he forgets to even watch out to see if anyone is approaching him.]
3. Dormitories (with Diarmuid/
oathshackledbird)[The sleep paralysis lasted for an hour after his revival. The first thing he notices is that he is still in his modified state. If he had his voice, he would laugh. Not even death can free him from this state.]
[He's about to jump from the bed and go to some task, any task, but he notices something.]
[His brother is lying next to him, perfectly still.]
[He wants to scream, or even gasp, but again, he can only silently stare.]
Why? Why is he here? Didn't Lancelot save him?
[He inches closer to Diarmuid, and then places his head on Diarmuid's chest so he can listen to the other Lancer's heartbeat. He silently sighs in relief as he hears that sure sign that his brother is alive right now, no matter what might have happened yesterday.]
[He lifts his head...and then nudges Diarmuid's face with his muzzle. As he is, he can't call out to Diarmuid, or shake him or kiss him or hug him. All he can do is nuzzle up to Diarmuid in the hope that he can offer his brother some comfort. Or at least show that Cu Chulainn was no longer a threat.]
[After a while, he stops pushing at Diarmuid and leans over Diarmuid's face, watching his brother just lie there either sleeping or paralyzed. A couple tears slide off his face and onto Diarmuid's cheeks. He hates this body that can do nothing else.]
4. Floor 38
[Lancer is a good little drone. He wipes the floors and the glass walls. For once, he doesn't seem to have any sign of malfunction.]
[Even though the task is banal and it sucks to have just about no control over his body, it's still better than malfunctioning, or spending every waking hour exhausted because he's fighting his urges.]
5. Lower Levels
[Lancer wants to scream. This is by far his most gruesome task, taking apart the bodies for soul extraction. He's seen more of Jason's techniques in these few days than he could care to see for his entire life.]
[Of course, he just has to malfunction down here too. Pretty soon, he's dragging organs out with him, holding the gruesome souvenirs in both his hands and his mouth.]
6. Meadow
[Even drones should be allowed to enjoy themselves. This might come to mind as the residents come upon a particular dog-like unit rolling around, apparently having fun. That is, if it wasn't rolling around in a pile of intestines and eyeballs.]
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How the Knight must be Suffering.]
Certainly it is not his doing! But do you not see how he suffers? It would be a Mercy to kill him in this form. He will rise again renewed-- do not ask me to stay my hand and leave Cu Chulainn in such cruel torment!
[He calls to Cu Chulainn again. It pains him to address the man as he would a dog.]
Cu Chulainn! If it is release you want, I beg you to face me.
[Arondight is ready to Serve.]
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Somehow he manages to pull himself together enough to move away from his brother and stagger to his feet. He's going to have to find a healer, quickly, but first he has to deal with this situation. Ignoring the sound of his blood dripping on the floor, he looks first to Lancelot and then to his brother. Swallowing hard, he makes a decision he doesn't want to make, but knows he has to.
Diarmuid's eyes never leave his brother's as he speaks. It would be to easy to make the wrong--the weak choice--that way.]
Please, Sir Lancelot. Be swift and be clean.
I am sorry I have failed you, brother...
[His voice shakes then, and he finds he can't look at his brother any longer nor trust himself not to act in some way to deter Lancelot from the very action he has just given him permission to take.]
I cannot watch this.
[Not so soon after Lancelot has killed his master. Even though the action is the right one, it is just too soon. And so, just like that, Diarmuid is gone from the room, heading for the dorms forcing himself to focus on finding someone who can heal his wounds, so that he doesn't have to think about the scene he has just left behind.]
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Though he hears Diarmuid, he does not answer the man, only nods with grim purpose as the man flees-- no doubt as much to spare himself the sight of the deed Lancelot must do as to seek healing.
Lancelot brings himself close, firming his grip, aware that Cu Chulainn might attack, but feeling no fear. Only anger and pity.]
Be at Peace, Cu Chulainn.
[With these words, he raises his blade. When he lowers it, Arondight will have severed Cu Chulainn's head from his neck.]
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[Of course, as he'll find tomorrow, these modifications won't reset.]
~fin~
Lancelot bows his head, Cu Chulainn's blood is already gone from his blade.
He does not wait for the Retrieval Units to arrive. He can longer do any good here, and he must find his Master.]