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towerofanimus2013-04-15 06:54 pm
sacred_flamer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 06:54 pm
What Lies Beneath
Characters: [OU] Luke fon Fabre and YOU!
Setting: All over the Tower, event time.
Format: Starting prose; will match you.
Summary: Luke disappeared late, and reappeared late and in a horrifying condition... This will be a catch-all thread for Luke during the event. Please say what day you're running into him, in addition to the location.
Warnings: Some serious body horror, and the usual brain washing warnings for this event. Likely to be death by sound waves, which... yeah. If you can imagine something vibrating so hard it turns into a liquid, then you'll have an idea of how he'll be killing people when he goes berserk.
Dorm Floor: 03-14 - Awakening
If you happen to be passing by Room Fourteen on the third floor of the dorms, then you'll likely hear the scream of horror coming from inside. It sounds distorted and filtered however, like it's coming from a pair of speakers not meant to handle audio output that loud and high pitched. Heading into the room, the reason why quickly becomes apparent: there's a living instrument laying sprawled out on the bed that's supposed to be Luke's.
His body has become a hodge podge of various instruments, from horns to winds and strings to the strings themselves binding it all together. As he moves, you can see them drawing taunt, letting out soft notes with each little twitch of the elongated keys that are serving as fingers on his flute-like hands. They snap open and close as he fumbles about, his trombones for legs sliding as he struggles to figure out how movement works. His mouth is the only thing visible on what where his face is supposed to be, because the rest of it is covered by a massive phonograph funnel, blinding him to anything or anyone entering the room. Despite the fact that his mouth is open, no sound is coming out of there: the screaming is coming from the headphones at his neck, projecting loudly and crackling, trying to compensate for the massive sudden output of his horror.
Meadow Floor - Sanity
Sometime later, after someone gets Luke to calm down, he can be found at his favorite spot on the Meadow Floor; the same spot where he fought to get his friend back. That spot has a lot of meaning for him, and he's pretty sure not even Yu understands how much. That's why he's there now, "watching" his fingers flexing as if he had eyes, but really he was more perceiving the movement from the faint notes the strings made. It was weird; his hearing was so good now that he could almost name the notes let out when when he moved his fingers.
He continued flexing, trying to get a sense of each note, eventually picking up a rhythm, and... if anyone chose to peek in after that, they'd be able to hear that song that he always harps others about, but it doesn't sound... quite right as he's playing it. If anything it sounds really distorted, and not anything like what it's supposed to sound like...
Anywhere in the Tower - Mindless
Then there are the times where he is just like the others that have been taken in by the corrupted worker units. Problem is, he can't really... do much. He can't see, and he can barely feel, not to mention his fingers don't exactly have the dexterity of normal human hands.
What he does have is hearing, and it's becoming easier and easier for him to pick up on what the worker units of lower rank than him sound like when they move about on their tasks. It doesn't matter what rank they are when he stops them; he knows just how to get people to do what he wants, after all.
"Orders from the administrators," his voice says from the headphones at his neck, sounding completely flat, but definitely his voice. "I need assistance to complete my tasks."
Anywhere in the Tower - Insanity
...and then there are the times where there is nothing he can do against the madness.
If you're unfortunate to stumble on Luke while he's malfunctioning, it won't end well, for you or anyone in the vicinity. The headphones at his neck shut themselves off to protect themselves from the massive output that results when he comes across anyone that so much as twitches in the area, though you can still see his mouth moving as if he were screaming. The faintest intake of breath, the slightest movement; he can hear it all, and when he does, every single instrument that is his body will open up with a massive out pouring of sound. It's so powerful it rattles anything not tied down, and can break glass after a few seconds. After a few minutes, it could start busting eardrums... and worse...
Setting: All over the Tower, event time.
Format: Starting prose; will match you.
Summary: Luke disappeared late, and reappeared late and in a horrifying condition... This will be a catch-all thread for Luke during the event. Please say what day you're running into him, in addition to the location.
Warnings: Some serious body horror, and the usual brain washing warnings for this event. Likely to be death by sound waves, which... yeah. If you can imagine something vibrating so hard it turns into a liquid, then you'll have an idea of how he'll be killing people when he goes berserk.
Dorm Floor: 03-14 - Awakening
If you happen to be passing by Room Fourteen on the third floor of the dorms, then you'll likely hear the scream of horror coming from inside. It sounds distorted and filtered however, like it's coming from a pair of speakers not meant to handle audio output that loud and high pitched. Heading into the room, the reason why quickly becomes apparent: there's a living instrument laying sprawled out on the bed that's supposed to be Luke's.
His body has become a hodge podge of various instruments, from horns to winds and strings to the strings themselves binding it all together. As he moves, you can see them drawing taunt, letting out soft notes with each little twitch of the elongated keys that are serving as fingers on his flute-like hands. They snap open and close as he fumbles about, his trombones for legs sliding as he struggles to figure out how movement works. His mouth is the only thing visible on what where his face is supposed to be, because the rest of it is covered by a massive phonograph funnel, blinding him to anything or anyone entering the room. Despite the fact that his mouth is open, no sound is coming out of there: the screaming is coming from the headphones at his neck, projecting loudly and crackling, trying to compensate for the massive sudden output of his horror.
Meadow Floor - Sanity
Sometime later, after someone gets Luke to calm down, he can be found at his favorite spot on the Meadow Floor; the same spot where he fought to get his friend back. That spot has a lot of meaning for him, and he's pretty sure not even Yu understands how much. That's why he's there now, "watching" his fingers flexing as if he had eyes, but really he was more perceiving the movement from the faint notes the strings made. It was weird; his hearing was so good now that he could almost name the notes let out when when he moved his fingers.
He continued flexing, trying to get a sense of each note, eventually picking up a rhythm, and... if anyone chose to peek in after that, they'd be able to hear that song that he always harps others about, but it doesn't sound... quite right as he's playing it. If anything it sounds really distorted, and not anything like what it's supposed to sound like...
Anywhere in the Tower - Mindless
Then there are the times where he is just like the others that have been taken in by the corrupted worker units. Problem is, he can't really... do much. He can't see, and he can barely feel, not to mention his fingers don't exactly have the dexterity of normal human hands.
What he does have is hearing, and it's becoming easier and easier for him to pick up on what the worker units of lower rank than him sound like when they move about on their tasks. It doesn't matter what rank they are when he stops them; he knows just how to get people to do what he wants, after all.
"Orders from the administrators," his voice says from the headphones at his neck, sounding completely flat, but definitely his voice. "I need assistance to complete my tasks."
Anywhere in the Tower - Insanity
...and then there are the times where there is nothing he can do against the madness.
If you're unfortunate to stumble on Luke while he's malfunctioning, it won't end well, for you or anyone in the vicinity. The headphones at his neck shut themselves off to protect themselves from the massive output that results when he comes across anyone that so much as twitches in the area, though you can still see his mouth moving as if he were screaming. The faintest intake of breath, the slightest movement; he can hear it all, and when he does, every single instrument that is his body will open up with a massive out pouring of sound. It's so powerful it rattles anything not tied down, and can break glass after a few seconds. After a few minutes, it could start busting eardrums... and worse...
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Guy's glad that Luke can't see him, because it's very, VERY hard to keep his composure. Why? Why would they do this to someone like Luke, WHY...
He's across the room soon enough, the sound of metal on metal as his chains drag behind him. His hands hover over the boy, one moving to grab at what seemed to be the replacement for Luke's hand - cold, clammy, unfeeling. His mouth thins, grimacing, and lets his fingers move towards where he knows there's living, breathing Luke - a palm cupped against his chin.]
Luke... [A hard swallow - damn, no, get your voice to stop shaking.] Luke, yeah, it's me. You can hear me alright? Can you talk to me?
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[He paused a moment, moving to feel the headphones at his neck, but... well, his fingers are just instrument keys. He can tell there's pressure from touching, but that's about it. He can't even get a real visual on what's happened to him, just that it's bad and weird and he can't see but damn can he hear just about everything.]
[He moved his fingers over to Guy's hand, trying to feel that, but again, it's just pressure; even what flesh he has left feels more like someone's putting pressure on cold metal than actual feeling.]
I-I'm scared... s-so are you, aren't you? I can hear it in your voice. How bad is it, Guy?
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Yeah, Luke. He's scared. He's horrified, given what's attached to him. It makes it hard for him to keep himself composed as it is. But the fear he's experiencing right now, right in this room, watching Luke writhing as Score-even-knows-what... for the parental side of Guy, it's far worse.]
Hahah... I guess it depends what exactly we're talking about. I'm just glad you can understand me...
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[He swallowed hard, the strings that made up the neck of the base cello that served as his midsection tightening before releasing with a sigh of a note. The strings on the instrument continued to hum softly, almost making it look like Luke was breathing.]
[He knew it was bad. He just couldn't see how bad; he must have been on Jason's shit list if this much work had been done on him. He wasn't sure if he should be happy about that or not...]
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[Guy's trying to move his damn chains out of the way, grimacing as he does so, just so he can try to give Luke a little more space. He's... not sure how Luke WILL be able to stand, given his entire body seems to be completely gone. But somehow, his hands and arms were moving... and the strum of the strings at his neck were a peculiar but strangely welcome sign that Luke was, indeed, alive among all the madness that had happened.
One step at a time.]
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[He reached up, blindly feeling about the lid of the phonograph funnel, but there was no way to get it off. It felt more like what part of his face that was still his ended, and the phonograph began, with no seam or other tell tail sign that it was just an elaborate hat.]
I-I can move... I dunno about standing up...
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[Not like Guy was about to let Luke completely give up, even if the circumstances were grim. In this case, it would leave him secluded for who-knew-how-long, unable to see or move or do anything to help himself...
There's some hesitation before he takes one of Luke's "hands", carefully guiding it to one of his arms.]
Here. Support if you need it. Can you hold onto me?