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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...
[FINALLY SORRY mindless plz let's do dis]
The person who's called him over is one of those, distinctive and yet not identifiable by the constant shifting of noise. The voice leaking from the speakers nudges at something, something familiar, but it's equally impossible to place as any of the faces he's seen since being dragged down that elevator. With how flat it sounds -
It's not worth it to be bothered, by being unable to figure it out. His body just goes over as instructed, perfectly at attention in a way his drill instructors would have dreamed of. Inside, Asch just catalogues, mentally taking down every detail he can put a finger on, useful and not -
It's the only thing he can do, the only thing he can hold onto without it slipping through his fingers. His grip on sanity is equally slipping and tenacious, because he can't give up now. He's not going to let the admins make him eat those words - he doesn't need saving.
All that, under a blank drone's facade as his body stops next to the person who ordered it over.
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Hm... nose... oops, that was an eye; he's kind of sorry about that. The mouth was set in a frown; did it swallow a bug or something?
oh my god Luke you're a pro derp even zombie
Inside, Asch's narration of "what do you think you're doing" is interrupted by surprise and pain when his eye gets jabbed - that's a few kind of injury to add to his tally. His vision out of it is a bit blurred even after blinking, although it seems like it'll clear up without any permanent damage being done. It still costs him an irritating amount of his perception of detail, since watching is all he can do.
Every day I'm derpin~
Well, now it was clear who it was.
"Asch."
Poke my original in the eye, today you know you're going to die~
Inside, though, the sound of his name has snapped Asch to complete attention and brought him back to wondering who's taken command of his drone body for the time being. Then again, did it really matter? No matter who it was, all he could do was watch from the inside and remember. Whether he knows or not, whether he's recognized or not, he's helpless.
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...he could order him around.
A faint chuckle escaped from Luke then, the strings at his midsection thrumming loudly. Oh god... it was so funny; for once, he was the one that was stronger, he was the one that wasn't the trash. He was superior, and Asch was the dreck! This was just so perfect, just... completely perfect!
"Hunh..." he muttered, but there was a not-quite-there laugh threatening to escape from him as his sanity started slipping, the fact that he was better making his grip on reality loosen.
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It doesn't mean that defiance isn't a thing that's happening, somewhere below the dread. No matter who this is - they can't force his mind to obey, even if his body is no longer attached to his will. It's not much pride, but it's something.
And all the while, his body stands at attention, not even concerned that the orders its been called for aren't yet forthcoming.
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Perhaps there was some bit of sanity left in there, after the situation pitched Luke over the edge. His key-like fingers snapped open and shot up, his hands planted on either side of Asch's head, the holes settled over Asch's ears. There was suddenly a blast of sound so sharp that the original might have heard it for a brief second before feeling a pop in his head, and all sound going dead around him.
It might have been an act of charity, because once Luke could vaguely feel the blood running between his fingers, every instrument on his body suddenly opened up with a blast of sound that rattled the floors and walls around them... and Luke had yet to stop laughing.
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And Asch had yet to have any idea who it was. Clearly, though, he'd pissed someone off somewhere down the road. That, or someone's modifications had sent them berserk, which couldn't be entirely ruled out -
Even with his ears gone, it's hard to think under the onslaught of noise rattling his bones. The puncturing of his eardrums doesn't really stop him from hearing, not at this volume; he hears it through his bones and in the back of his throat. His knees wobble and give way - without any balance or will controlling it, his body crumples into a heap and stays there, still without a change in expression and without making a sound.
As though it could be heard over this din, anyway.
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It was a moment before Luke could finally stop... and when he did, he stumbled back, a hand fumbling blindly for a wall. What... what had he been doing... why...?
[THERE BE EYESQUICK HERE]
That, he can hardly feel through all the other pain, but every impact makes his heart stutter a little bit more, makes a little bit more blood slip into his lungs. Drawing breath is only still possible because his body is sideways - all the blood flows down into one lung, leaving the other still a little functional, but it won't last, especially with Luke's kicks breaking a couple of ribs.
The mind of the drone must truly not experience pain in the same way as a human, because although the human inside can't even process that the sound has stopped, the drone still hasn't changed in expression, even in breathing pattern as it struggles for air. There's a final, gurgly attempt at a breath - and then nothing, no more breathing, the heart stopping a few beats later.]