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

[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.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I am just a retrieval unit." It was said without much emotion, without much care. Almost as though he was resigned but he wasn't. How could he explain that this is how he was, how he wanted to be so he'd be useful to the administrators? Why did the residents suddenly care over night? It made no sense.

[undroppedeaves]

"No, you're not one of those retrieval unit things, you're Legolas." And how Sam wished he had Frodo, or Gandalf or Haldir or anyone to help get through to him.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

And, again, he just looks confused. This isn't right. Why does he keep insisting? How stubborn can these people be? Even if Sam could find them to help, they wouldn't be able to get through to him. All that's here is Legolas' likeness.

"Please step aside."

[undroppedeaves]

Sam just stared at him, searching him trying to find the elf who had journeyed so far with them. But it seemed he was swallowed, turned.

Yet Sam didn't want to step aside, because Legolas might be there somewhere... And Sam wasn't one to turn away from his friends.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Well, if Sam wasn't going to step aside, Legolas would just walk around him and continue with his patrol of the residential area. He was a Retrieval Unit, after all. And he had been assigned to patrol this section, jsut the same as he fellow drones.

[undroppedeaves]

Sam blinked and turned to watch him, worry in his eyes. But he didn't follow... not yet. Because he had to find out more information, find a way to help him first.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Legolas said nothing more, simply continued to walk along the hall. Watching for others who might be misbehaving. Sam was lucky, he was behaving. He wouldn't have to be punished like others.