you better behave

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim) and YOU
Setting: Residential area
Format: Prose to start, will match
Summary: Rebellion Event. Legolas is now a drone from Group B. Details here.
Warnings: Body horror, brainwashing, possible blood/gore, death, emotion feeding, malfunctions. (hit me up with details about what you don't want if your character gets killed)

First - Patrolling

The tower was quiet, clean. The residents hadn't misbehaved that he had seen. His masters should be pleased with that. Drone!Legolas seemed completely at ease with patrolling the halls of the residential area. He would glance at others, residents or those like himself with ultraviolet colored collars. The hair at the top of his head shaved, a chip implanted in his head. His lower jaw dislocated to compensate for the extended lower canines he's sporting.

But everything is okay. This is how it's always been. this is how he always has been and always will be.

Second - Misbehaving?

Perhaps you swore, perhaps you tried to pick a fight with someone. Maybe you bumped into him. Or maybe you did nothing at all. What mattered was that this drone thought you were misbehaving. And naughty residents need to be punished.

Third - Malfunction

Something was wrong. Or was it? Something drew him, the despair of another. He felt stronger, much stronger. And the closer he grew, the stronger he felt.

Comments

Third

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos, who was rather melancholy on a good day, had gotten even sadder these past few days. All these wills spat on and twisted..it was horrible, even by his standards. However, as he walked through the dorm floors, trying to think, he sensed someone coming towards him. Legolas..but he was twisted too. Inwardly, chaos sighed and turned toward his roommate.]

Legolas..Haldir will be driven to despair if he sees you like this..

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Oh. This one was a wonderful source of despair. It practically radiated off him in waves. As though made just to strengthen him. What was it he was saying though?

Haldir? One of the resident elves?]

I fail to see why he might care.

[This is how it's always been.]

[lightofhumanity]

[Yeah, chaos was just going to prepare his gloves. It was times like these where he was glad he could look into people's consciousnesses. He did not want to die..or kill Legolas..but if he had to kill, then he would.]

Because you and he are in love.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I don't understand.

[In... love? Legolas shakes his head. It makes no sense, none at all. He didn't remember anything of that sort. Loving a resident would impede his duties and he wants to be useful to the administrators. He's useful now.]

You are mistaken. I do not love. Especially not the residents. My masters would not approve.

[lightofhumanity]

[..Oh, Legolas, this just made chaos even sadder. To have even the memory of love erased..that was harsh, even for him.]

..You did, before the Administrators took you and altered you into what you now are.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I have always been like this. And always will be. Why would I want to be any other way?

[There's a tension in his body now, the droned elf becoming agitated. These words make no sense to him. He would remember if he was any other way. These are lies.

Lies are bad.

You're being bad, chaos.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos did not really care at the moment whether or not he was being a bad dog. Using his telepathy, he tried to give Legolas images of how he was before all of this happened.]

No, you have not been, even if you do not remember it. And you might want to be a different way..so that you could regain your free will.

Third

[facedthetruth]

Margulis had always had a bit of sadness and regret to him ever since Miltia and Pellegri's death on Michtam had only made it worse. Now he'd met a version of Jin that was against U-TIC, only to fight with him for other reasons until he'd disappeared. Now he'd met a version of the Little Master that hadn't become a Testament, only to be treated with wariness and then to watch him vanish as well. Now he'd met a version of Pellegri who had accepted that Ormus wasn't worth it and found a new path instead of allowing her life to end, only for her too disappear from the Tower. He hid it well most days, but the repeated losses were wearing on him. He'd never been the best at making or keeping friends, but his time spent in contact with the URTVs had kept him believing that it wasn't impossible. Now he began to wonder if it was even worth it...yet even now he kept a certain blade at his side, a symbol of a friendship that couldn't be destroyed no matter how much it was damaged. But even that only served to remind him of his loneliness, since it belonged in the hands of another.

There was no outward evidence that any of this was on his mind as he walked from his room toward the elevator, but it never truly left it. Especially not so soon after the loss of who had been the most important person in the Tower to him.

Re: Third

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

That despair, he could feel it and it drew him to it. Of course, the malfunctioning drone had now idea what the cause of it was nor did he care. All he cared about was the sudden burst of strength he was feeling as he drew closer to it. The face of the Man he approached wasn't familiar. No one was really familiar though, just faces of residents that his masters had saved.

Third

[facedthetruth]

Margulis ordinarily ignored the people he passed in the residential halls unless he knew them or they did something to draw his attention. Idle chatter wasn't a strong point of his and he saw little point in trying to make friends, especially when so many of them kept disappearing. But there was something different about this one, something oddly familiar. It took him a moment to realize that he'd seen him before in one of the brat's movies, but it got him to pause when he did.

"What?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

And, unlike the rest of the people in the tower, he'd see a pink collar on the elf. Other than that, he only bore a minor resemblance to the elf he normally was. And he stopped when he was close to Margulis, letting the despair fill him. He didn't respond though, despite his normal obligation to talk with residents.

[undroppedeaves]

Well no one could tell him they hadn't warned him. Be careful they had said. This place was cruel and wrong they had told him, many people. Legolas, Tohko, Aleph even the child he had met.

Yet he had thought they meant the monsters, the dangers on the floors. Not this... Not that those around them could be changed, hurt... Twisted beyond recognition.

That those they knew and lived with could become monsters too. Was that how all the monsters had been created?

Then he saw Legolas, no not Legolas. He ran up to him, "What have they done to you?"

/sobs uncontrollably, sam no

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Oh no, not just the monsters Sam. Perhaps, when he was himself, he should have warned you of just what could be done here. What might happen to people, friends or otherwise. He hadn't though and now that Legolas was gone. All that was left now was a look-alike whose body was crudely misshapen to look like an orc.

What was it this one was saying though? 'What have they done'? The drone only tilted his head, mildly confused. What had who done?

"I don't understand what you mean."

[undroppedeaves]

"You, what did they do. Who did this? Does it hurt?" It looked like it hurt.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Thanks tot he pain conditioning no, it really didn't hurt. The angle his spine was bent at was awkward, and would be painful under normal circumstances, but it didn't bother him. It was normal.

Everything was okay.

"Nobody has done anything to me. I am as I have always been."

[undroppedeaves]

"No you're not." This wasn't right... What was Legolas saying...

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

He was saying exactly what he 'wanted' to. He couldn't think of being any other way than what he was. This was how he always was and always would be. He wasn't like the residents here. Why should he be?

As willing as he was to speak with residents, this unit wasn't sure what else might be said. He knew what he was. Even his collar was different from residents.

[undroppedeaves]

"Legolas..." He looked so confused and Sam felt powerless. Because what had happened, who had done this and was there any way to undo what had been already done.

Second

[sonof_thrain]

[Thorin was minding his own business and carrying some fresh mushroom in a sack that he had been savaging from Floor Thirty Two. His hunting trip had been partially successful apart from he didn't catch any animals for meat. He had to settle on finding some edible mushrooms instead.

He looked down at the full bag as he wasn't looking where he was going. He bumped into someone in front of him and let his eyes shoot up. He was about to apologise, when the sight in front of him caused him to gasp slighty.]

What in Durin's name?-

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

That someone had bumped into his caused a flash of irritation to grow in the drone, looking down at the dwarf with a scowl. Didn't residents normally avoid getting to close to retrieval units? This one had just walked right into him, impeding his duty of patrolling the residential levels and overseeing worker units.

"You will be care of where you walk, resident."

[sonof_thrain]

[Thorin narrowed his eyes at the creature and felt his eyes widen at what he saw. No, it couldn't be. Legolas? The creature looked like the elf but he was disfigured horribly. He looked more orc than elf.]

Legolas? What in Durin's name is going on? What have they done to you?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Again, someone asking what's been done to him. What was it with these residents and thinking that he was suddenly different? He had always been like this.]

Nothing has been done to me. Except a careless resident walking into me.

[sonof_thrain]

Aye, it had. I fear someone has done something terrible to you, elf-friend. A curse perhaps.

[Thorin took a few steps back to survey the damage done. He felt his heart fill with despair at what they had done to this creature. A creature of grace reduced to this. An orcish demeanour. He disliked elves but seeing Legolas like this, changed everything.]

Can you not reverse it?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

I am as I have always been. I do not want to be any other way.

[In his mind, there is nothing else. Just his duty and loyalty to his masters. This resident, like so many others, had to have gone mad.]

[sonof_thrain]

Nay, you have not, elf. When I first met you, you were.....more elvish. [How could he put this nicely?]

You have changed.