towerofanimus | [Event, returning from surgery, open]

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[Event, returning from surgery, open]

Characters: All those who were expermimented on if they want and everyone else
Setting: Cafeteria, morning
Format: Whatevers easiest
Summary: Those that were taken a week ago are left in the cafeteria, changed and somewhat broken. (I'm starting with Romeo, and then everyone can just make their own threads/reply to each other/tag around. I just thought this would save 8 very similar different threads)
Warnings: Horror, description of body modification horror, trauma, angst, unplesentness. Probably lots of anger

Romeo had barely struggled when he was taken a week ago but now he was angry. The bad people had hurt them all, did awful things to them. He shouted at them and was ignored, he tried to bash them with his antlers but it did nothing. Soon they were left in the cafeteria. It had only been a week but everything had changed. Romeo had fallen once they had put him down, he still wasn't good at walking and he looked around. The cafeteria was exactly the same though it seemed that the whole tower should have changed, become even scarier than it already was. He looked at his mouth, so strange and protruding out of his face and then down at his legs, four of them now not two. They looked strange in a way they hadn't in the cells. They had been a scary place and the face that he now had hooves and antlers hadn't been as horrifying as it was now he was in a normal place. A place he had been for a long time now.

He looked at the others and tried not to cry, he had cried so much already and it wouldn't keep anyone's spirits up. Now they were back they had to act strong and brave because they would be seeing their friends. Those that were hopefully safe. With a determined look Romeo struggled to his feet and stood, staying very close to the others, scared even now he was no longer imprisoned. "It will be alright." He whispered, both to himself and to those around him. They just had to keep their spirits up, and no matter what they had to keep living.

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"R-Romeo...?" She hadn't recognized him when she'd first entered the cafeteria, but somewhere in that morphed appearance was the little boy she'd baked cakes with. She rushed to him and knelt before him, hands automatically moving forward to gently cup his cheeks, tears threatening to build in her eyes. God, even to the children-!

"What... Romeo? Are you..." 'Alright' seemed wrong to say, considering the boy was no longer completely human... She glanced at the antlers and hooves before changing 'alright' to, "... Are you in pain?"

"Mon cher, who has done this?"

Romeo looked up when he heard his name being called. It took effort to lift his head but he was getting more used to it. It was miss France, he managed to give her a tiny smile when she came towards him feeling bad that she was so upset. "Miss France! No it doesn't hurt, not really... I just don't really know how to use my legs yet... and my head is all heavy..." His eyes still had tears in them and he frowned at the second question.

"Bad people miss France, really bad people."

France's smile might have wobbled a bit as her thumbs stroked under his eyes. "Well, you seem to be carrying a bit of extra weight so that makes sense..."

Her eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of 'bad people', her maternal instincts raging inside of her to make the boy's torturers pay. Her voice was deadly soft as she crooned, "Don't worry, mon cher. I will kill them if they try to hurt you again."

Romeo shook his heads, loosing balance a little and his eyes flashed with fear. It was what Molly had said as well but Romeo didn't want his friends to be hurt. He could cope with this, however scary it was. But if his friends got hurt for trying to help him, for trying to get revenge on the bad people.

"No miss France! Don't let them hurt you! Don't let them get you too!"

Francisca shushed him, gently petting his head between the antlers. "Don't worry, I don't plan on letting them." Dead people had difficulty fighting back after all.

She glanced down over his hooves and sighed, running her hand gently over one that had once been his hand. "... Did it hurt?"

Romeo let her pat his head, he felt a little overwhelmed by all the people. All the people who were promising to keep him safe from now on, all the people who were telling him they would get revenge for him. He understood wanting to protect your friends and knew if it was the other way round he would want to hurt those that hurt his friends.

But a lot of these people were adults, and adults had never promised to protect Romeo before, it was strange.

He shook his head again, a tiny movement. "No miss, I was awake... but it didn't hurt it felt strange though and like it should have hurt. But even when they cut me or... when my bones all broke and became like this... it didn't hurt at all..."

Francisca wanted to scream. She wanted to destroy everything in the tower and tear apart their captors, to set the place on fire. Children should never be harmed-!

With a shudder she forced herself to breathe normally, calming down as her hands shook slightly as she felt over his new limbs. "And now you have hooves." Fingers tracing the outline of one hoof, her lips quirked in a sad smile at how small it was. "Can you walk?"

Romeo nodded again awkwardly wriggling his new hooves. They were strange, it felt weird to not have toes or fingers. To not be able to hold anything. "No miss, Ienzo says I am like a baby deer and have to learn to walk again. I keep falling over and my legs get tired really easy." That was probably the scariest thing of all for a child who was used to running about, climbing chimneys, to be unable to move very well scared him.

A baby deer... Well, Romeo certainly wasn't much bigger than a fawn. Francisca continued to quietly examine his legs, the delicate limbs so frail and tiny in her hands. "Well," she said with a shadow of her usually bright smile. "I suppose that means no stairs for you for a while then."

Romeo gave a small smile back, "It's alright miss! Ven said I could use his flying board for a while until I can walk properly," he nudged it with his nose, "I need to practice more though, I keep falling off!" Stairs would be a problem though, especially since there were so many of them.

"Well, in any case, I suppose we can be thankful they installed the elevators..." she sighed. Thankful, hah. She was still thrumming with murderous rage but through centuries of practice, knew how to keep it hidden. She instead focused her attention on his antlers, fingers just barely stroking the tips of them. "Though for a fawn you certainly have antlers worthy of a buck."

Romeo nodded, the strange floating devices that went from the top of the tower to the bottom had been a fun adventure for him a Piccolo but he could see that they would be useful now!

He smiled as she touched the antlers, it was nice; like someone stroking his hand and it made him feel a little less scared. "They are huge aren't they miss. They are a bit heavy!"

She continued to stroke the antlers, examining them closely. "I imagine they would be - at least with real deer their horns gradually grow, so they can adjust to the weight gradually. You only just got yours fully grown!"

Romeo nodded, "Yes it wasn't a baby dear it was a big dear..." He shuddered remembering the deer, sharp teeth, looking like it was really ill.

"I think the deer died..." He whispered tears filling his eyes again, "It looked ill and then they... I think they took all it's blood to put in me..."

He hadn't thought of it before, he had been so scared. "I guess I was the lucky one," he struggled to stop himself from crying. Did this mean he was a murderer now?

Francisca's arm moved to cover the boy's shoulders, feeling ill from the idea of having the boy pumped full of animal blood, of all wretched things to do to children. "... You were lucky, mon cher," she murmured, stroking his hair back gently. "If the deer was ill, it's better that it is dead now. At least they can't use it for more experiments to hurt it, oui?"

Romeo nodded slowly, he still felt bad but Miss France was right, they couldn't hurt the deer anymore if it was dead. "I think it was scared as well, they are really bad people." He shuddered again and leant a little closer to miss France, she wouldn't hurt him unlike the bad people that had taken him away.

"I thought the animals in the forest were mean because they attacked me and I had to run away, but I think they are as trapped and scared as we are miss!" When they all escaped they'd have to remember to rescue the animals as well.

Francisca automatically moved to sit at his side, carefully avoiding goring herself on the horns to put an arm around his shoulders. "Animals lash out when they are afraid... I suppose there is a good chance that this is true for the ones in the forest as well."

Romeo thought about this for a little while, "So they are prisoners as well and just as scared as we are, we have to help them miss France!" Because they all had to work together to get out of this place and that meant all of the prisoners, the animals too.

She smiled at his enthusiasm and poked his hoof gently. "First we have to get you walking again. One step at a time, oui?"

Romeo smiled and nodded, Doctor Casella had told him that when he had broken his leg, that he had to take things one step at a time and not try and do everything at once. "Yes miss," he said obediently though after being in a cage for a whole week he wanted to run around again.

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[Event, returning from surgery, open]

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