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neverbeamemory ([personal profile] neverbeamemory) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-04-16 09:05 pm

Log 018 | Rebellion Event

Characters: A) Sephiroth & Shion, B) Sephiroth & You
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 D

STOP

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.

Drone status: Normal

Cafeteria:
[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.]

colorfulbrilliance: (Disgusted)

Part B- Normal

[personal profile] colorfulbrilliance 2013-04-16 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is one until standing near by, keeping a watchful eye on the process of cleaning up the blood. She is walking about, probably making things difficult at some points but stops and kneels down, a hand keeping a organ on hers inside her body for now and points to a spot.]

There. Do not forget there. Must be clean.
colorfulbrilliance: (Focused)

[personal profile] colorfulbrilliance 2013-04-17 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She stands once more, watching and making sure he is doing as ordered. Why disobey? Evey thing here was fine, These new things added or taken from them would help them serve their masters.]

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.]
plumesofdusk: (Default)

Part B - Normal ;; sob I still think he sounds kind of cute like this...

[personal profile] plumesofdusk 2013-04-16 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
There has been a death in the dormitory floors - several, really. But this one in particular was apparently very bloody, and now Sephiroth is cleaning it.

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.
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen Fiiiiiiiiiiiiive)

B - Normal - Library

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2013-04-17 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[They've taken people away. All week, people have been disappearing, and Richtofen's been practically out of his mind with paranoia (which is saying something, when it comes to him). He's been even more willing to stick to populated areas in light of it all, just so it'll be that much harder for someone to come and take him away. He's kept his gun in his hands nearly 24/7, and he's hardly slept a wink.

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..?
doctor_dismemberment: (Richtofen... 3?!)

[personal profile] doctor_dismemberment 2013-04-17 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a long moment, Richtofen just stares. It's partially because he needs to give himself a minute to wake up, but after he's alert again (well, as alert as he can be), he continues staring simply because the sight is so bizarre.

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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Floor 99 - Malfunctioning

[personal profile] iamthewhitevoid 2013-04-17 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[They agreed to meet at the crystal floor when everything else went to hell. Hakumen though wanted to make sure that floor too was a safe haven. Being one of the least mobile fighters, he was left with no choice but to stay behind more. With his shutdown occasionally in effect, it was best to stay close. And if the others ran into trouble, his blade would be there to strike.

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!

[personal profile] iamthewhitevoid 2013-04-18 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[No response. Hakumen would have to do this the hard way then. Just drag the fool back to the next too floors. Simple, though he debated on another tactic. For now, just retrieve it. He walks up to Sephiroth, roughly grabbing him by a wing.]

You are to come with me. You would be wise to accept that offer.

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Third floor

[personal profile] tohko_amano 2013-04-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Tohko, as usual, was patrolling the library, making sure that the drones did their work and that the residents were going against the Administrators. It was all going smoothly..until she saw Sephiroth flying upwards, past the shelves. Any hate for the man that she felt was discarded as old emotion. It was useless with her new tasks and modifications.

Instead, she just ordered Sephiroth.]

Sephiroth, come down here and do your job properly. That's an order.
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[personal profile] tohko_amano 2013-04-17 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[As Sephiroth descended, Tohko smiled and nodded. While he was still floating, as long as he tried to remain near the shelves and not above them, that was good.]

Good. Stay at ground level and keep working like that. Do you need my help?

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[personal profile] savedbyasong 2013-04-17 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Shion was... Well he was no longer wrecking his hands punching trees so he supposed that that was progress. But he still felt... empty, afraid, lost...

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.
savedbyasong: (but no...)

yes part A!

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"Sorry..." Shion's voice was almost a whisper, and he hated himself for apologising a moment later, he gripped the weapon tighter and reminded himself to breathe.

Even though Sephiroth was right there, and Shion was alone, more alone than he had been in a long time.

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Part B- Normal

[personal profile] notsogrimreaper 2013-04-17 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Sephiroth struggles with the packaging for the nutrition bars, Ryoji watches over him with a stern gaze, making no move to assist the drone. If he was having trouble, he had only himself to blame. The administrators wouldn't make flawed creations, after all. It was Ryoji's masters that had made him perfect.]

Work faster. You are keeping the residents waiting.
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[Ryoji makes a disapproving noise, but doesn't bother to offer Sephiroth any help. In fact, he touches the handle of the scythe, wondering if he should just put the worker out of his misery.]

You're causing a mess here. Why aren't you doing your work properly?

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Part B (Floor 43) weeps let's do this

[personal profile] altitonant_emperor 2013-04-18 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[He was single-mindedly focused on his duties as were assigned to him.

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;
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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.]
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altitonant_emperor: dressed up in ice (♔ silent and sorry)

Floor 43 nothing too terrible

[personal profile] altitonant_emperor 2013-04-18 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?

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