014 ♐ today has a way of scarring your eyes... ♐ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

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Characters: Psychogermophobequius and YOU
Setting: Patrolling the tower. Event week!
Format: Whichever.
Summary: Equius is a group B drone with patches of (very painful) steel wool all over his body and the perpetual feeling that eveyone in this Tower is going to spread some kind of disease. The obvious solution, therefore, is to scrub all of them.
Warnings: Typical brainwashing warnings. Plenty of mentions of bacteria and disease. When malfunctioning, new CR will get shredded to death, or shot and then shredded to death. Close CR is far too infected to be saved, so into the incinerator they go.



Part One: Wandering. Safe.

Hello Tower! Among the many other residents who have suddenly and uncomfortably been turned into macabre experiments for the amusement of Tower administration and lessening of strain on staff, we have one little guy (a term used with purposeful irony, you see, due to the fact that he's still six feet tall) who once was... uh... well, that's kind of a hard one. Equius' horns and hair have both been cut off, and a helmet covers the rest of his face. The clothes he's wearing are nondescript and seem to be missing a symbol. The only indication to his identity one would get past "it's a troll" is the sound of his voice, and the many rivulets of yellow blood seeping down his arms (in between the patches of iron wool) and collecting in clusters on his shirt. Equius has suddenly found himself a lot more... spiky, and prone to unpleasant contact should he touch anything else. But hey, on the bright side, it's great armor -- past even what thick troll skin can provide.

Of course, even though you see him as a cool knight guy who seems to have some trouble with cleaning up his wounds, he sees you very differently. Everything, everywhere, consists of germs. It is his assigned job to be rid of all infections that may plague the Tower, on top of the ordinary objectives, and so he will carry out that job to the best of his ability. Good thing that the woven wire that seems to make up his lower arms is great for really cleaning out the deeply-rooted shit. Nonetheless, he still has a gun strapped to his back just in case someone happens to get feisty... but that won't happen, now will it?

Equius will not be found doing any actual cleaning; there are lower drones and residents for that kind of job. No, his objective is to preserve the health and safety of the Tower, at any cost.

Part Two: third block. Malfunctioning...

Someone dun fucked. Equius is moving much faster now; he's covering quite a lot of space in a comparatively short amount of time, constantly on the lookout for anyone who might be carrying a strand of the recently-created virus that may or may not exist.

Unfortunately, everyone is carrying it.

He will strike without provocation now, so don't be surprised if a very scratchy hand suddenly grips your arm or shoulder. He at least has the decency to warn most people of the skin-based infection they carry, and that the only way to be rid of it is simply removing all the skin. However, if you're really unlucky and set off warning bells in his head that he doesn't exactly know the source of, well... there's no time for warning. There's a very good reason he's working out from block three.

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part one

[hystericull]

[Gamzee is prowling the halls - a thug on a mission. All of the abducted residents are being returned to the tower, and he's got a boy to hunt down.]

[Unfortunately, this was not the boy he wanted to encounter, but Equius' getup right now was nothing that he could possibly hope to ignore. Without a word, Gamzee made his way up to the yellowblood, taking in the helmet, the lack of horns, the... metal... abrasive material...]

[It was all very perplexing, and he had to say he had no idea what the fuck was going on, or what theme (if any) these modifications had in common. Because of his own modifications, he wasn't hell-bent on antagonizing the kid, but that didn't mean he didn't still hate him with every fiber of his being. He knocked Equius roughly on the shoulder.]

Who's your fuckin' barber, motherfucker!? Hahahahahahahahahaha!!! Better fuckin' be all demanding a motherfucking refund!

[So hilarious, Gamzee. Truly.]

part one

[geometry]

[Gamzee... Makara.]

[Well, well, well.]

[He takes the knock to the shoulder about the same way he takes any other innocent playful Capricorn punch — that is to say, he just kind of stands there and rechecks his balance after the whack. Slowly, he turns his head to glance back at Gamzee, and then turns the rest of his body to follow. For possibly the first time ever, he's completely devoid of any expression or body language.]

[There's a long pause before the drone actually speaks.]

I'm wearing a helmet.

[He appears to be neglecting the fact that there is no way on Earth that all of his hair could fit under that thing. And then there's the horns. But he's not really talking about that, because he never had horns. Or hair, for that matter. It's always just been the helmet.]

[hystericull]

Glad you finally be up and all realizin' you be requiring one of them dudes. Kudos, motherfucker.

[He nodded, grinning to himself.]

So, uh... Guess you all can be headbutting some choice motherfuckin' drywall, now, yeah?

[Yeah, this was pretty much the height of entertainment, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.]

[geometry]

That's pointless. I have no need to threaten the structure of the Tower.

[Normally, he would have thrown something in there about Gamzee being welcome to try, because his skull was certainly thick enough to use as a battering ram (HA HA HA. SEE WHAT HE DID THERE. RAM). But this was not a normal situation, as should be obvious to anyone with eyes.]

[hystericull]

[Gamzee does, in fact, have eyes, so he was aware of the fact that this situation was far from normal. That didn't mean that he wasn't thoroughly enjoying every moment, though.]

Don't you motherfuckin' think a little wicked face-up be just what this place motherfucking need, though? You'd all be doin' this joint a fuckin' solid, bro.

[geometry]

[Wait, Gamzee does actually have eyes? Those aren't just painted circles? Coulda fooled him.]

You clearly don't know what you're talking about, Makara, so I would recommend you shut up before you embarrass yourself further.

fine with malfunctioning, but ultimately up to you

[savedbyasong]

Shion was still looking for Xion, and still hadn't found her. He still hoped she just wasn't in the tower, but he couldn't give up looking at her.

Of course she wasn't the only one of his friends to be lost, and there were lots of people who needed help. Even if this went far past what Shion could deal with. He couldn't reverse experiments...

When he saw the... he thought it was a troll... and he only knew one troll with that colored blood though he presumed he wasn't actually the only one in the tower...

"Equius..."

sob. after the death machine... well we'll see how it goes.

[geometry]

[Oh? Someone's calling him. The troll stops what he's doing and stands to face Shion immediately — the degree of stiffness to which he does this is a little bit alarming. Eventually, his expression gets a bit darker upon getting a good look at Shion (or rather, the clump of bacteria shaped distinctly like Shion), but at least he makes a decent effort to talk.]

Yes?

[savedbyasong]

[So it was Equius. He stepped closer, angry that someone could have done this to his friend, glad that it seemed he could still talk.] It is you.

[geometry]

It is me.

[Equius is not sure why Shion felt the need to clarify this, but nor does he exceptionally care.]

[savedbyasong]

I'm sorry... [Not even Shion is completely sure what he is apologising for, the situation, that Equius has been changed, that he had to ask...

He took a deep breath to try and tide off the growing anger.]

[geometry]

What is your business with me?

[savedbyasong]

I... [He didn't really have any. Well he did. But with Equius Equius not drone Equius and he wanted to just scream because this was so awful and why did people keep hurting his friends.] I...

malfunctioning

[terreifying]

[Rei doesn't react much at being grabbed from behind. After all, she sneaks up on other people a good number of times.]

Mm? What is it? Wha'cha want me for?

[geometry]

Turn around.

[And that's all he says for right now. After she actually does turn around, then he'll start... disinfecting her.]

[terreifying]

Mm, okay.

[She wheels around on her heel.]

Woah, you look neat.

[geometry]

[He ignores her compliment, instead moving in extremely close to her face; through the weird goggle visor, Rei may actually be able to see his eyes.]

You are contaminated. I cannot allow you to leave without being cleaned.

[terreifying]

Sooo...you wanna take me to go take a shower?

[geometry]

No. You will not be cleaned that way. It has already rooted itself deep within your skin.

[He holds up his other hand.]

It must be removed.

Probably doesn't matter if the other is malfunctioning or not with Dave

[knightime]

Dave is made of clockworks, so he can relate slightly to the modifications. But there's nothing to relate because this was good. He is better than ever, able to fulfill what the admins want him too.

He hasn't been running into a lot of trouble, and that's probably a good thing. The less people disobeying, the less grief and work that anyone has to make. Unneeded complications when you could just listen. "How is this floor?"

[geometry]

Equius frowned. There were a lot of things to be said about Floor 29, not many of them positive, but technically speaking there was no problem with the garden maze. "I have just arrived here, but the maze seems to be in order," he responded. "I do not know about the external area."

[knightime]

"I haven't seen anyone on this floor." No one is really fond of the mazes. "So I don't think you have to worry about it. You're free to check it yourself though. I don't know what your agenda might be."

[geometry]

"There is a disease going around the Tower," he explained. "Some of the residents are carrying it. I need to check every floor of this Tower in detail so that I can purify anyone who may have come into contact with the bacteria."

[knightime]

"Sounds like shit," Dave replies. "Sorry I can't help. I have no idea what this fucking disease even looks like." He's only out to make sure everyone is behaving. "But I'm pretty sure you have it all under control anyways."

[geometry]

"I try," Equius said. "But if you see anyone acting unusually, please, don't hesitate to contact me."