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Log 018 | Rebellion Event
Setting:
Part A) Backdated 10th April - Level 77 (Closed: Shion)
Part B) 15th - 19th Anytime/where in the Tower; where there are other workers. Event: Rebellion. (Open)
Format:
Part A) Prose. Can switch if you like!
Part b) Prose intro. Action prompts to start, will switch to follow. Thoughts will be in Italics
Summary:
Part A) A chance meeting in the Sauna when Sephiroth goes to retrieve the books he stored there ends up with a book being returned.
Part B - Event) Sephiroth has been turned into a worker unit with wings instead of arms and an extra set besides. He still has his mind but his body is in drone-mode. Plotting thread also here
Warnings: Brainwashing, body horror, trauma all the way! Opening this up to everyone/anyone: character death permission if it swings that way. He's such a fail!drone. For Malfunctions specifically, please grant permissions (or not) in the subject line - Sephiroth's telekinesis can trigger randomly when in attack mode.
Part A: Shion Floor 77 - Sauna, Lockers specifically.
Sephiroth has been busy over the last couple of weeks. The fallout from their infiltration downstairs concerning Ryoji is a headache he'd rather have done without, one he wished he hadn't predicted. He's going to, and in fact has already been, watching the boy closely from now on. Just give him the smallest excuse and soon, he'd be in a position to make that ones life miserable in a vast array of ways, and without much notice. It was taking up a lot of his time day-to-day, stalking and sneaking about, but it was necessary to do so.
During all of the wet weather at the end of last month, he'd managed to get 2 out of 3 of his books into his locker on this floor without them getting too water damaged. No Longer Human and Shion's handmade survival book for the Tower, though damaged to some extent were not reduced to the lump of pulp Run,Melos! had been.
So finally Sephiroth has had the time to retrieve these books from his locker, and has been in two minds about moving them back up to his Dorm or not all the way down the stairwells. If some Admin deluged the Tower again they would be safer here rather than in his trunk. Maybe he should just get rid of them altogether, it certainly would save him the effort next time and it's not like he was reading either of them anymore. Sephiroth opened his locker and spent a few moments looking over the books again while he made up his mind.
Part B: REBELLION EVENT - WORKER GROUP DSTOP
No. After his emergence from the locked Infirmary room, Sephiroth kept walking. Not at any particularly fast or slow pace but just the standard pace any worker unit would walk. His legs just kept going on their own as if they had their own idea of where Sephiroth should be going. That wasn't the end of it either; he's found himself locked in his own body as he goes about performing chores. Worker unit tasks! Of all the things!
His mind is aware, perhaps too much so of what he's doing, just taking up a mop or a broom as anyone else would (like the other workers do) in a hand was painful and awkward like trying to bend hands in the wrong direction. Unbearable after a short time. It's no wonder, he was trying to curl spine-like bones within large black feathered wings to do the much more precise workings of human hands. Whatever 'hand' was there was much too spread out across tiny bones hidden within the feathers to grant him much agility at all.
Well we'll just have to see about this...my cells should...
Turning his attention inwards to will his cells into working to reject whats been done to him just doesn't work no matter how hard he tries. It's like the connection he's enjoyed between body and mind just doesn't exist anymore; the realization that actually he's been 'turned off' in that way, in every way follows like a truck hitting. He knows from previously that their Hosts can control them, but surely there has to be a LINE. They shouldn't be able to do this to HIM!
NO. Can't be...
But that doesn't mean to stop trying...
UNACCEPTABLE.
He doesn't take humiliation well at all, they could have at least left him the means with which to carry out the tasks required! There is his pride to consider! It makes it worse that clearly, this is the point. As the week goes on, Sephiroth's anger doesn't cool. Jason, you'd been on the same level of hate as the other Admins for a while, this changes now.
[Whomever is waiting for a nutrition bar to be handed to them might be waiting for a while! Sephiroth appears to be having trouble opening the new box of them. It flaps the two wings on it's back and goes airborne for a moment, just to try to put some momentum into the ripping motion he's trying to perform with the ends of it's arm-positioned feathered wings; which of course more often than not just slide right across everything.
The wings are so large that they knock glasses of water flying in the process, which he then stops and turns to crouch -carefully- to start sweeping the broken glass together between his two frontal wings.]
Libraries:
[At various times during the week this drone will be working in any one of the Libraries. Dusting old books seems to be the only one of the tasks his winged modifications are good at. That is, until the drone starts trying to fly to get to the higher bookshelves.
He's about as stable on those wings as an inexperienced tightrope walker. someone should maybe stop him before he knocks books down from higher places behind him? Or at least until he crashes himself into one of the bookshelves and topples the lot.]
Anywhere Else:
[Another cleanup. The bodies have already been removed for processing but there is still the mop-up of whatever floor the fatality was on to be done. Sephiroth is found amoungst other worker units, on his knees in a pool of drying blood. He's cleaning with a wet rag only as at least with this he can push it to the floor to some extent with his wings rather than have to grip at it. Wringing it out isn't too awkward but not perfect; lacking the twist motion necessary he sandwiches the rag between both wings, over the nearby bucket.]
[Other times, he's patrolling as requested with any member from Group B or when requested to provide assistance to their tasks. Anything goes.]
Drone Status: Malfunctioning
[He could be stood at the end of your bed, in any Dormitory throughout the Tower. Staring at you while you sleep all night and still be there when you wake up. He might be stood in any corner, any corridor or any stairwell, staring into the corner or some other random point off in front of him. As if daydreaming and totally unresponsive. He may have killed already, he might not be malfunctioning that way this time.
He might have gotten lucky and malfunctioned in one of the bathrooms while he was cleaning, the extreme ends of the black feathers wet still with suddy water. They're probably filthy but they're black so it doesn't show. He might have been able to at least see what they've done to him, that empty look in his own eyes, before his brain took a timeout.
This drone might ignore you completely. It may attack unprovoked at the next person that walks past.]
Part B- Normal
There. Do not forget there. Must be clean.
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The black wings grafted to Sephiroth's back fight for a few moments with the air above him to get him into a position where he can get to his feet. The other two 'arm' wings have curled in front to try to keep hold of the cloth he's using in the meantime. Crawling across to the other spot on his knees would only smear the blood places it wasn't already.
However, tracking blood over to the other blood spot via his bare feet would just result in making the job longer.]
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Do not make more of a mess. This must be done before the residents see. They may decide to act against anyone still here.
[She seems pretty calm about this for now. But that could change in a instant, depending on what would happen.]
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Yes, because residents attack drones... The thought is sarcastic, he's done it himself before though only when he thought he could get answers out of them. It had been his first month here after all. Talk about karma! That rubs sorely against already grated pride.
Sephiroth drops the rag at his feet and wipes his bare foot on it, before using said foot to carefully wipe up the footprint mark before it dries too much. Once satisfied he crouches, then kneels again to start to clean up the smaller splatter of blood that the advanced unit had pointed out to him. Sweeping the cloth along the floor with those large wings.]
Part B - Normal ;; sob I still think he sounds kind of cute like this...
Ryoji oversees this task, for now, watching Sephiroth work, though it's unclear how exactly he can watch, since all flesh has been removed from his face, leaving just an empty skull. It's doubtful either of them will particularly care about this detail, however.
"... don't forget the walls," he states eventually, though some part of him maybe feels a little bad, since... it's got to be hard to clean with just wings.
Cute? qeiyfgrlwifgu
Well he's certainly caring about getting the hallway clean now. And taking the prompt as obediently as any other worker unit Sephiroth raises himself to one knee and then standing before approaching the wall.
Don't forget the walls? Hilarious! Just you wait you little shit. At only the glances the drone allows him, Sephiroth has likely mistaken this Ryoji for the other one who once laughed in his face, but regardless the sentiment is the same. Thoughts are harmless though, being so trapped inside himself there is no indication outwardly of his rage.
Cleaning walls with no hands and only wings isn't the same. Even using both wings to scrub at the blood, the cloth quite frequently drops from between wall and feathers and ends up on the floor. It takes time then, to stop, crouch and eventually get the cloth in a position which he can pick it up again.
B - Normal - Library
So it's in the library on the 15th, over a thick tome filled with detailed drawings of internal organs, that he begins to doze off. His eyelids flutter, and he tips forward until his face is practically buried in the book.
...And then the sound of books crashing to the floor has him shoot up and out of his chair, toppling it over, blinking and swinging his gun around as he tries to pinpoint where it came from.]
What- Stay away from me, you fiends! You'll never take me, I won't allow it!
[And then his gaze lands on that winged... thing by the fallen books, and Richtofen realizes he knows that guy. His sleep-deprived brain can't put a name to a face, but he's definitely had conversations with the silver-haired man before.]
Oh, it's- It's you. [He's still pointing his SMG at Sephiroth, blinking in confusion. He doesn't remember him having wings.] Hallo..?
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But now he needs to tidy it up.
He almost falls to the floor rather than landing. Then there is a voice, another, unmistakable voice. That doctor. Oh no...not you. Anyone but you... Apparently he wasn't going to be lucky enough to not cross Richtofen this time.
But Sephiroth isn't programmed to interact with residents, surely this man must be talking to somebody else. He's not even looking at the firearm pointed in his direction as he goes about wordlessly, attempting to pick up books. He can only manage one book; lifted with both wings in a sandwich and then folded tightly to his chest with a wing around it and his torso. A second book, attempted to be picked up just doesn't get more than two inches off the floor before falling.]
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The wings are one thing. It takes a long time, embarrassingly so, for him to piece together that Sephiroth must have been the target of an experiment, and it takes him even longer after that to consider the possibility that this must be why people have been disappearing recently. Surgically attaching wings to a person is no big deal; he understands the logistics well enough, and in a place with this sort of technology, it's not enough to make him bat an eye.
But when Sephiroth's wings move out of the way of his neck, and Richtofen sets his sight on that collar of his, well... That got him interested. He's seen collar colors get switched before, but always to another color on the known spectrum - never pink.]
Hey, you. [Richtofen takes another cautious step forward, gun held at his hip.] Ugly duckling? Yoo-hoo? Are you ignoring me?
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[Despite wings instead of arms, Sephiroth hasn't had anything else changed about his appearance. All be it he probably looked dirtier than he does usually on account of working all hours and not having taken his usual three showers a day (especially with bare feet and torso!) but Sephiroth didn't need his pride trodden further into the gutter like that.
It was bad enough being made to do worker unit chores. Against his will!
The drone just carries on with it's task. Trying once more to pick up a second book before determining that this task would have to be completed one book at a time or not at all. Sephiroth stands once more, meets Richtofens' gaze for one second; perhaps his blank, docile green eyes would be enough for the doctor to realize his words aren't registering, and then clumsily his wings beat to lift him off the floor only a foot or so - trying to sway himself close enough to the shelf that the book came from so that he could somehow put it back on it's shelf.]
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There will be poking/prodding all you like, but I've ran out of deaths to give away...
gotcha!
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Floor 99 - Malfunctioning
He spots the winged one, hand moving to his sword. Darkness. This being reaked of it, almost like...]
The Black Beast...
[He needed a sample, a test of skill before anything else.]
Winged one, identify yourself. Now!
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The drone with the pink, though really ultraviolet collar and four of those large feather wings just looks on, not really seeing or hearing Hakumen. Or if it does register anything it doesn't react at all]
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You are to come with me. You would be wise to accept that offer.
Hope is OK?
good with me
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1/2
2/2
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+1 death here
Re: +1 death here
Third floor
Instead, she just ordered Sephiroth.]
Sephiroth, come down here and do your job properly. That's an order.
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Out of all the jobs they've made him do so far, this is the one job he's failed the least at. The front of all the shelves he has done so far is free from dust; it's all trapped between feather fibers within his two arm-wings. But it's not like he'd be able to even get books off of the shelves to clean behind them if that's what she meant by doing his job properly; no fingers to hook around the spines of books. But I am doing the job...- even his own thoughts are somewhat confused on this point.
The drone eventually hovers a few feet off the floor, swaying as the two back wings beat to try to keep him still and just aren't steady enough! Another feathered wing reaches forward to the next shelf along and starts to dust again at more like ground level]
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Good. Stay at ground level and keep working like that. Do you need my help?
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He slipped Elena's note inside Reno's diary, he was keeping the diary here, for security and protection. And he already knew the note off by heart, he could put it safe now, Elena's last gift with Reno's...
He realised he wasn't alone, and then realised who it was and he gripped the EMR in his hands as he hurried to lock his locker.
Part A (so I don't get lost!)
Shion. It had been a while.
Not that he'd issue any such sentiment towards the young Turk. Reno had been gone for a while already and so had Cloud. There was only that blonde girl left, Elena. Or at least, for all he knew. He'd purposefully avoided all of them for various reasons and besides, he's been busier with much more important things.
"Relax. You're making me tetchy." He couldn't help but smirk though, it was refreshing to see that to some, his presence still carries it's weight. Sephiroth closed the book and took the other one out of the locker as well before shutting and locking it in one swift motion.
yes part A!
Even though Sephiroth was right there, and Shion was alone, more alone than he had been in a long time.
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-end- (sometimes short threads are good! xD)
Part B- Normal
masters
that had made him perfect.]Work faster. You are keeping the residents waiting.
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ooc: ha ha!Well you certainly asked for that one
Sephiroth instantly leaves the packaging on the top. Another worker unit will assist to open it soon enough, he crouches and then kneels - beginning to sweep up the broken glass between his two front wings.]
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You're causing a mess here. Why aren't you doing your work properly?
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need to take death!permission away from this one otherwise may well get too many!
Of course! o7
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Part B (Floor 43) weeps let's do this
After all, there isn't time to chat. There's no time to do frivolous things like mingle with the annoying residents outside of discipline. There are chores to be done, rules to be enforced, messes to be cleaned, and people to be taught a strict lesson. He was there to ensure their continued hygiene and nonresistance, not their comfort or happiness. Why they resisted the kindness of their masters was lost on him, honestly. They should be extremely thankful that the administrators felt the need to bother with saving them at all from their fates.
At first glance, Hidetoshi appeared unaltered. His modifications from the surgery were hidden under his jacket. Under the clear, slightly smokey flesh cover of his chest his organs were visible, working and blackened, noticeably full of holes that did not bother him. Under his skin, muscle burned and that did not bother him either.
Hidetoshi walks over to Sephiroth, approaching stiffly and blankly says;]
Please follow me if you can. Bring the cleaning materials as well. If you are not capable of carrying the cleaning materials, leave them behind.
[Having addressed Sephiroth, he moves on to speaking with several other worker units, before nodding and leading the group towards the door.]
Floor 43.../wonders what you are planning... xD
To do WHAT exactly? Surely even the surgeon knows (if they all know every resident so well!) that Sephiroth is the puppetmaster-type, not to be strung along like the Tower is proving very good at doing! Though after so many hours
daysof silent ferreting around, Sephiroth's initial anger hotly simmers rather than exploding in his thoughts. He would make sure he got his chance to get revenge after this little experiment was over.He's been cleaning, on the floor as usual, for only a few moments before Hidetoshi approaches with their instructions. Dropping the rag into the bucket a few moments later Sephiroth found himself standing and following all the other worker units that have been thus commanded.]
Hidetoshi... [One of his room mates. It would be his luck right now that they were all about to be made to do something that would tip his carefully balanced tolerance of the other guy into annoyance at best; downright enmity at worst.]
Floor 43 nothing too terrible
It's called karma methinks, Sephiroth.Hidetoshi is, more than anything else after his surgery, focused on achieving the maxiumin level of effectiveness with what the administrators had given him. This batch of worker units that had been exchanged with a prior group when their rotation changed and so, he repeated what he had done them. The drone selected a group and took them down the hallway lined with cells.
It really wasn't necessary for so many of the worker units to scrub away all the tiresome blood and gore that accumulated on this floor. In front of each dirtied cell that had recently contained a prisoner, Hidetoshi stopped, deactivated the force field and directed two worker units inside. They were issued orders to clean and provided with the means to do so.
Finally, with only a few worker units and Sephiroth remaining, he stopped in front of a particularly bloody cell at the end of the hallway and blankly repeated the same orders he'd given the others. Clean up. Use the materials. If you require aide, please give a vocal signal and aide will then be supplied.]
And - [He stops and detachedly looks at Sephiroth's wings, replacing his arms like he hasn't noticed them before this. Hollowly;] Are you capable of cleaning with that body?
Floor 43
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