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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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"He," She said, indicating Luke, "Has questions for you. I trust you'll answer them truthfully." It was a statement, not a question. "If you can't find it in yourself to speak, I can speak for you. Please don't insult our intelligence by attempting to lie... I can hear everything."
And then she turned her attention to Luke, waiting for the questions he had for Ion.
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Luke paused at that, tilting his head curiously. He knew this unit... but he wasn't sure; there were many different containers from other worlds. There could be more than one where Yulia was an important figure.
"What is its name?"
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But then he spoke. Ion had never felt such a powerful sense of dread descend upon him so quickly. The tangled mess of musical instruments with a funnel for a face...it...it was Luke. He could recognize that voice anywhere, distorted as it was or not. And that hair. Yes, it was definitely Luke.
It's me, the boy thought softly and sadly before he corrected himself, realizing that there was no possible way that Luke could recognize him with his lack of eyes. It's...it's Ion.
First Guy and now Luke, too? Were any of his companions from Auldrant left unaltered? Of all the times for Ion to be unable to speak...he couldn't imagine a worse one. I'm so sorry, Luke. I wish I could say it out loud.
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She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the next thoughts, though of course she echoed them.
"He says he's sorry. For what, I'm not sure."
She could dig deeper, probe his mind a little further - but she'd only do that if ordered to.
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"...there is no need for questions. I know this unit."
Please let him go away... please let him go...
"Continue looking for others. I will deal with this one myself."
No no no no no...!
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The longer he stood there waiting, not knowing, the worse he felt. Luke said he didn't need to ask Ion any questions--that was good, right? Luke knew who he was. And yet...
Deal with me? Why? How? Luke, I don't understand... Ion wanted to ask Sheba what he meant. What any of this meant. She was, after all, the only one he could ask. But they were both acting so...so unlike themselves...
Ion just didn't know what he could say that would make any difference. Or that would ease a single shred of his anxiety.
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Her gaze rested on Ion briefly before sliding away, and she turned on her heel to go. But the thoughts were relentless - his confusion was unavoidable. Sheba glanced back over her shoulder, just once, and her footsteps slowed as she approached the staircase.
Maybe it was just a hint of herself somewhere beneath the brainwashing - she never had been good at disguising her curiosity. Or maybe it was just that Ion's panic was so hard to ignore.
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"Ion..." he began. "I already know what you want. I know you want to get out of here..."
The fingers on his other hand snapped open and closed, letting out a loud click every time it hit the metal of his "hand". Click... click... click... There was a moment where he just did that, like he was debating what he was really going to do...
"...the Administrators don't want this."
Luke's voice was cold, flat, and uncaring; no matter how much he wanted to stop himself on the inside, in reality, there was nothing he could do to stop himself when he was in this mode.
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Luke...?
That was the only thing he could manage to think. He felt like a husk full of butterflies. He'd be shaking, if he could. Shaking for what he was beginning to fear was about to happen to him, and shaking in fear for the friend who had been changed so repulsively.
The haunting static-sound of Death began to crackle in Ion's modified ears. It was coming.
Ion had the sudden, unsettling notion that he knew who for.
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"...it's for your own good."
With that, the headphones cut out, and a blast of sound came from the keyholes in his hands, impacting against the side of Ion's head.
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Everything was so loud. So loud and so painful and so terrifying and so full of his inevitable end. He wanted it--no--needed it to stop. Ion needed the silence of normality. Luke gave it to him, if not in the way that he would have preferred.
All at once he could hear nothing. The blast of noise from Luke's fingertips caused the speaker it had been holding so gently to burst, sending small pieces of metal flying and blood spilling out along the side of Ion's head and down his neck. His body jolted in response before he lost all orientation in his legs and swayed, then crumbled uselessly into a heap of white fabrics and green hair and an increasing amount of red.
Ion didn't even have time to properly react before his vision snapped to black. He felt like he was full of electricity--static bursts of hurt and sorrow crackling more and more powerfully inside of him.
Lorelei...
He would have begged for the suffering to end if he had had a chance. He didn't. The agony passed as soon as it had come, the sound having entered one end of his brain and coursed rapidly through it to the other, melting anything and everything along the way.
In his last instant of clarity, Ion felt a wave of contentment flush through him. And then his body went limp.
There were tears stuck in the corners of his sad, blank green eyes that refused to fall until blood leaked out to join them, mingling his pain on multiple levels. Likely, they were a purely physical reaction to the assault. There was, of course, no way of really knowing.
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