Log 018 | Rebellion Event

[neverbeamemory]

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.]

Comments

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[iamthewhitevoid]

So the Nox Nyctores truly is limited in power in this world...

[Watching this monster regenerate was proof of that. Therefore, he couldn't finish this slowly if the monster could heal from every strike. Now of all times was to take this seriously.]

Very well, dark one. I need not hold back any longer!