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towerofanimus2013-04-15 02:58 am
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[005] AWAKE
Characters: Mihli Aliapoh and some poor, unfortunate saps YOU!
Setting: Residential areas (Anywhere), Elevator (Closed)
Format: Prose as she can't really speak.
Summary: A skinless husk of her former self, B-Group Drone!Mihli "monitors" various areas for those who would oppose the Administrators and order throughout Animus. Deets here. Plotting post here!
Warnings: Stalking, Violence, Gore, Death, Being trapped in an elevator with a skinless psychopath. All sorts of juicy stuff, really~
Residential Areas: Patrolling - Potentially Dangerous
A ghost haunts the halls of Animus, straggling along with stilted, pained movements. Its form is simple and humanoid, yet obscured by a sickly cloak of what appears to be human hair, varying wildly in color and texture. This abomination drags on, blood trailing its accursed path as it stares with an impalpable gaze, studying the many doors comprising the dorms.
It is not silent.
What one may presume as feet drag with disturbing and persistent scraping, punctuated with ragged breaths and the sputtering of bloodied saliva and hollowed gasps of air, but the beast is fine. In fact. It's never been better. While this new body is agonized and damaged, it is perfect for its new-found purpose, and in serving the Administrators does its owner find incomparable joy. Now and again something catches its attention, urging the shrouded mass to halt temporarily as it watches a corner of the room with peculiar and persistent attention - perhaps it looks at you, or at least, you think it does as it simply stands there, ragged breathing the only indication of life within the creature's tangled blanket of hair.
There is no longer any sense of familiarity in this monster's form - none except the spiked, curved club that dangles near lifelessly in its wielder's hand as it proceeds to the end of the hall and down the stairs, form vanishing slowly in the darkness.
Elevators: Closed to Naoto Shirogane
Irrevocable anger. An unquenchable fire and pain that can only be quelled with blood. But why? The creature had adhered to its orders with complete and utter obedience, yet the throbbing within its skull continued to persist with unforgiving, mind numbing strength. Something continues on deep within, urging it to wander astray and forego the previously assigned task. It's a sensation that can no longer be ignored, leading the already shambling monster away from the catacombs it had been confined to guarding in exchange for a change of scenery.
Hidden eyes strain as the monster drags its corpse-like body about the halls, too pained to continue masquerading proper posture, limp and hanging with a gnarled hand clawing desperately into its face. Blood flows from between its fingers as it grunts, searching endlessly for some source of relief
That's when it sees her.
Memories flood back. Back from a time the creature can barely recall. This person was familiar. They talked. But none of that matters now. A new purpose has been acknowledged, and no other servant can complete the task as meticulously. Not now.
Without sound the beast proceeds after her, club clenched tightly. It recalls training that had been ingrained long ago. An art that allowed it to kill effortlessly, proceeding on cloaked in the darkness of night, but even that was excessive at this point. It didn't need the night, nor poisons, nor any other tools. Not even a shield. Only silence and the trusty weight of weapon in hand. It waits just out of sight, standing too still to be alive, and only when its prey enters the nearby elevator does it move - if it can even be considered that. Though walking, the monster's movements are far too fast and erratic, and before Naoto can make a move, she's cornered.
Still soundless, the creature reaches up to drag a blood stained hand across the buttons of the elevator. One by one they all light up underneath the mass of twisted, skinless flesh. Then it hits another, and the doors close.
Setting: Residential areas (Anywhere), Elevator (Closed)
Format: Prose as she can't really speak.
Summary: A skinless husk of her former self, B-Group Drone!Mihli "monitors" various areas for those who would oppose the Administrators and order throughout Animus. Deets here. Plotting post here!
Warnings: Stalking, Violence, Gore, Death, Being trapped in an elevator with a skinless psychopath. All sorts of juicy stuff, really~
Residential Areas: Patrolling - Potentially Dangerous
A ghost haunts the halls of Animus, straggling along with stilted, pained movements. Its form is simple and humanoid, yet obscured by a sickly cloak of what appears to be human hair, varying wildly in color and texture. This abomination drags on, blood trailing its accursed path as it stares with an impalpable gaze, studying the many doors comprising the dorms.
It is not silent.
What one may presume as feet drag with disturbing and persistent scraping, punctuated with ragged breaths and the sputtering of bloodied saliva and hollowed gasps of air, but the beast is fine. In fact. It's never been better. While this new body is agonized and damaged, it is perfect for its new-found purpose, and in serving the Administrators does its owner find incomparable joy. Now and again something catches its attention, urging the shrouded mass to halt temporarily as it watches a corner of the room with peculiar and persistent attention - perhaps it looks at you, or at least, you think it does as it simply stands there, ragged breathing the only indication of life within the creature's tangled blanket of hair.
There is no longer any sense of familiarity in this monster's form - none except the spiked, curved club that dangles near lifelessly in its wielder's hand as it proceeds to the end of the hall and down the stairs, form vanishing slowly in the darkness.
Elevators: Closed to Naoto Shirogane
Irrevocable anger. An unquenchable fire and pain that can only be quelled with blood. But why? The creature had adhered to its orders with complete and utter obedience, yet the throbbing within its skull continued to persist with unforgiving, mind numbing strength. Something continues on deep within, urging it to wander astray and forego the previously assigned task. It's a sensation that can no longer be ignored, leading the already shambling monster away from the catacombs it had been confined to guarding in exchange for a change of scenery.
Hidden eyes strain as the monster drags its corpse-like body about the halls, too pained to continue masquerading proper posture, limp and hanging with a gnarled hand clawing desperately into its face. Blood flows from between its fingers as it grunts, searching endlessly for some source of relief
That's when it sees her.
Memories flood back. Back from a time the creature can barely recall. This person was familiar. They talked. But none of that matters now. A new purpose has been acknowledged, and no other servant can complete the task as meticulously. Not now.
Without sound the beast proceeds after her, club clenched tightly. It recalls training that had been ingrained long ago. An art that allowed it to kill effortlessly, proceeding on cloaked in the darkness of night, but even that was excessive at this point. It didn't need the night, nor poisons, nor any other tools. Not even a shield. Only silence and the trusty weight of weapon in hand. It waits just out of sight, standing too still to be alive, and only when its prey enters the nearby elevator does it move - if it can even be considered that. Though walking, the monster's movements are far too fast and erratic, and before Naoto can make a move, she's cornered.
Still soundless, the creature reaches up to drag a blood stained hand across the buttons of the elevator. One by one they all light up underneath the mass of twisted, skinless flesh. Then it hits another, and the doors close.
Residential Areas
"Good afternoon, Mihli. How are your tasks coming along?"
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"Good. If your hair gets in your way, do not hesitate to cut it off so that you can see."
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She knew better. She knew better than to let her guard down in this place and with the horror Jason unleashed upon the tower this month that went double. But she didn't notice the figure lurking behind her. Didn't even register that it was present until it was too late.
The creature was too fast.
She slams against the back of the elevator, pulling her gun from its holster and aiming carefully right at Mihli.]