watch the dog chase its tail

[puppy_lancer]

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.]

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

[Still no reply. Lancer is just being a good little drone. Nor does he even get up from his crouching position. If Archer were to look closely, he would notice that Lancer's limbs have been modified to look more like that of a dog.]

[bowandblade]

[His eyes narrow as he looks down at Lancer in his silence. It's hard to not notice the modifications up close, and his lips curl in disgust.]

Answer me, hound!

[He punctuates his order with a foot against the other Servant's shoulder, shoving at him.]

[puppy_lancer]

[If Lancer's prior behavior didn't indicate something wrong, then his reaction to Archer's kick probably does. He falls over and remains very still. Along with the rage brewing inside him, he can feel the onset of another malfuction.]

[bowandblade]

[His frowns remains as he watches Lancer fall down without a word of complaint. It angers him to see him this way.]

To be turned into something like this. If your mind has been taken as well, there is no reason to allow such an atrocity. A mangled and broken Heroic Spirit is of no use to anyone.

[With that said, he summons forth his armor in a flash of golden light.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer raises his head. As opposed to the look he had before, he looks like a snarling rabid dog. The next second, he's pouncing at Archer, seeking to claw out the Servant's bones or at least his throat.]

[bowandblade]

...So that is how it is.

[He glowers down at the mutilated Lancer when he hears that bestial snarling, already moving backwards to dodge the initial pounce. Without taking a blade in hand, he curls one hand into a fist and swings in a backhanded motion at Lancer's head. Something like that would, at best, stun the quick Servant -- but he needed to stop that lunge.

The air around him is already rippling and taking on a golden glow, blades sliding into existence around him.]

[puppy_lancer]

[The fist impacts with Lancer's temple, sending him to the ground. However, even before his head stops ringing, he's holding out his hand and summoning Gae Bolg. He clamps the shaft in his teeth as he clambers up again.]

[bowandblade]

[A sharp laugh escapes Gilgamesh as he sees the spear appear in the transformed Servant's maw -- a laugh that is darkly amused, if nothing else.]

You think to fight me in that state? You truly are not in your head, hound.

[He doesn't have to make any motion at all to launch a pair of blades from his gates straight at Lancer.]

[puppy_lancer]

[The swords miss him by mere millimeters as he rolls out of the way. Archer would do well to remember that just because his form is warped doesn't mean Lancer is lacking in any of his usual abilities, including his protection against arrows.]

[bowandblade]

[There he goes. The blades disappear back into his treasury as Gilgamesh shifts to continue facing Lancer. The greater distance allows him time to heft his dual swords from their place on his back, and he lifts his chin.]

Come then! I will free you from your abominable form. Ayaka would be saddened to see you in this state.

[puppy_lancer]

[Is Archer talking about killing Lancer? The little left of his mind that can reason makes him want to laugh. Even in this form, Lancer is not easy to kill.]

[He opens his mouth and catches his spear with one hand. The next second, he's swinging it in an arc at Archer's legs.]

[bowandblade]

[The hound was fast -- faster than Saber, but that did not mean much when he could still see the attack coming before is anything of a danger. He parries the spear with one golden sword arced downward to protect his legs, swinging for Lancer's torso with his other blade.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer ducks away from Archer's sword, balancing precariously on his shortened legs as he uses both arms to twirl the spear so the butt is swung at Archer's head.]

[bowandblade]

[He scoffs; it's obvious to him that the new form hampers Lancer, and it's rather pathetic on top to think of when the battle was already unbalanced to begin with. He ducks the swung spear, twisting both swords into a ready position to sweep them forward to either side of Lancer's hips.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer falls backwards to try to avoid the blows, but the swords do cut his thighs. How deeply, he can't tell, but it does hamper his ability to stand as he rolls over to stand on all 4 legs again.]

[He glares at Archer, waiting for the smallest opening to attack.]

[bowandblade]

You are trying so hard, hound. It would be admirable, were you not in this twisted state.

[Gilgamesh again opens his gates, launching three blades at Lancer. He will follow with another three, to see how well he does with those leg wounds.]

[puppy_lancer]

[His dodging has, of course, been impaired by his injuries. Though he rolls away from the blades, they still manage to make slices of various depth along his arms and back.]

[Once all the swords have embedded themselves into the ground. he springs forward again, the spear still clenched in his jaws.]

[bowandblade]

[Really, he should just overwhelm Lancer and put him out of his misery quickly. What was he playing around for?

As Lancer leaps up again, another five gates ripple into existence around Gilgamesh, and he sends out more weapons -- three more blades and a pair of hammers.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer has no room to dodge in midair., so he takes a hammer to the head. As he gets up, dazed, two of the swords stab into his hands, pinning him to the ground. Gritting his teeth against the spear shaft, he forcibly tears his hands away from the blades, leaving him with large gashes splitting each of his palms in two. This causes him to limp even more.]

[From a combination of blood loss and impact to the head, his vision is blurring. He blindly wobbles toward when he thinks Archer might be and swings his spear by shaking his head.]

[bowandblade]

[He almost wants to shake his head at the bloody mess that Lancer is quickly becoming, and he walks forward even as the other swings blindly in his direction. With one sword lowered to catch the spear, he swings hard with the intent to send Gae Bolg flying from Lancer's teeth.

Then he will kick Lancer in the face.]

[puppy_lancer]

[The spear is indeed sent flying away, and the kick knocks him backwards. Spitting up blood from a split lip and bloody nose, he gets up and crawls at Archer. He rears up, trying to claw at Archer's belt with his torn hands the same way he had clawed at Diarmuid.]

[bowandblade]

[The advantage of having two swords in hand is apparent when Lancer goes for his torso, and Gilgamesh uses the other sword that had not been moving a moment ago to sweep at the other Servant's arms and shoulders. Given enough strength and momentum, his sword may even make its way to Lancer's neck.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer doesn't have the time to move away when the sword comes cleaving at him. Even with Lancer's endurance, it's not hard for the sword to slice off his arm.]

[He falls to the ground, his blood pooling around him. This is so embarrassing. He not only couldn't get the delicious bones, but he had his own bones sliced off.]

[He does his best to raise his head and glare at his opponent. Bone stealer.]

[bowandblade]

I would give you a pat for a good try, hound, but you are little more than a rabid mongrel at the moment. And I would be lying.

[Archer straightens, walking over and adjusting his grip on his right blade. Then he'll stab down in what he expects to be a fatal blow.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer can't scoot away in time, so the blade stabs into his heart. It's indeed a fatal blow, but his irritation at having his bone stolen keeps him from dying instantly.]

[He drags himself up once more, wobbling on his three limbs.]