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towerofanimus2013-04-15 10:26 pm
geometry) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-15 10:26 pm
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014 ♐ today has a way of scarring your eyes... ♐ ᴏᴘᴇɴ
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.
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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