Riku Replica [AU] (
keywrite) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-04-17 12:22 am
Entry tags:
This is gonna hurt later [partially backdated]
Characters: AU Riku Replica and YOU
Setting: Various places in the tower, during the event (15th-19th)
Format: Action tags to start, but can switch to prose if necessary
Summary: The tower took Repliku and...didn't quite put him back in the same condition he left in. This is a catch-all post for Repliku. He's part of Group C and like all the others in his group, will answer to Groups A and B.
Warnings: Possible violence, mild body horror (see the above link), possible death/injury, blood, gore, etc., mental anguish, brainwashing
During the event, he basically sees everyone as a replica of himself. And will most likely try to kill or harm whoever's nearby whenever he's malfunctioning. He has strong magic and a summonable sword and won't hesitate to use both.
Mindless
[Don't mind the kid in the black coat, he's just doing his job. Don't mind the blood on his coat, his shirt, his hands, it's none of your concern, and it's none of his either. Hopefully you don't recognize his outfit or the coat he's wearing, or maybe the face just barely visible underneath the hood--unusually expressionless but otherwise unchanged. Be grateful he's wearing that hood, because you probably don't want to see what it's hiding.
He's just doing his job, don't mind him.]
Partial Sanity
[No. No no no nonononono. Everything was wrong. He couldn't move--no, that wasn't right, he could move, but he couldn't move the way he wanted to. It was like his body decided to go on autopilot and no amount of mental force could change it.
Not that he had a lot of mental force anyway. He couldn't measure time accurately, but every once in a while his brain would go fuzzy and then he'd be somewhere else and couldn't remember getting there. And then there were the blackouts, two of which he'd woken up after with his hands covered in blood. Or holding someone's arm. He couldn't tell whose, they all looked the same.
They all looked like him. There was something not right.
"What's going on? Why is this happening to me? Why can't I MOVE right?"]
Malfunctioning
[He couldn't stand them. All of the replicas. One was enough, two was way too much, but they were everywhere. They had to be killed, whatever it took.
Maybe you're an unmodified tower resident, maybe you're a fellow experiment. Doesn't matter, he's spotted you and is approaching, sword in hand, ready to attack.]
Setting: Various places in the tower, during the event (15th-19th)
Format: Action tags to start, but can switch to prose if necessary
Summary: The tower took Repliku and...didn't quite put him back in the same condition he left in. This is a catch-all post for Repliku. He's part of Group C and like all the others in his group, will answer to Groups A and B.
Warnings: Possible violence, mild body horror (see the above link), possible death/injury, blood, gore, etc., mental anguish, brainwashing
During the event, he basically sees everyone as a replica of himself. And will most likely try to kill or harm whoever's nearby whenever he's malfunctioning. He has strong magic and a summonable sword and won't hesitate to use both.
Mindless
[Don't mind the kid in the black coat, he's just doing his job. Don't mind the blood on his coat, his shirt, his hands, it's none of your concern, and it's none of his either. Hopefully you don't recognize his outfit or the coat he's wearing, or maybe the face just barely visible underneath the hood--unusually expressionless but otherwise unchanged. Be grateful he's wearing that hood, because you probably don't want to see what it's hiding.
He's just doing his job, don't mind him.]
Partial Sanity
[No. No no no nonononono. Everything was wrong. He couldn't move--no, that wasn't right, he could move, but he couldn't move the way he wanted to. It was like his body decided to go on autopilot and no amount of mental force could change it.
Not that he had a lot of mental force anyway. He couldn't measure time accurately, but every once in a while his brain would go fuzzy and then he'd be somewhere else and couldn't remember getting there. And then there were the blackouts, two of which he'd woken up after with his hands covered in blood. Or holding someone's arm. He couldn't tell whose, they all looked the same.
They all looked like him. There was something not right.
"What's going on? Why is this happening to me? Why can't I MOVE right?"]
Malfunctioning
[He couldn't stand them. All of the replicas. One was enough, two was way too much, but they were everywhere. They had to be killed, whatever it took.
Maybe you're an unmodified tower resident, maybe you're a fellow experiment. Doesn't matter, he's spotted you and is approaching, sword in hand, ready to attack.]

Malfunctioning
Which probably meant talking him down wasn't going to work, but he would try regardless.] Riku can you hear me?
no subject
no subject
He stood very still, sticking to what he had told those planning on storming the administrators. They shouldn't give their friends any excuse to hurt them, because the odds of Jason wiping their memories was low, and this would be painful to remember.]
Malfunctioning
About time I found you!
[It hasn't completely set in that something's gone horribly wrong. He's yet to fully realize even the collar's color change.]
You and Suzaku mun are terrible
...followed by a Firaga blast, with no warning or change in expression.]
I know :3
The Keyblade flashes into his grip, and he cloaks himself in a breeze, just to be safe. However, he's not lifting his weapon just yet.]
C'mon, now's not the time to start picking fights.
S'ok, though. I'm a terrible person too.
Then then he's preparing another Firaga spell. Someone does want to fight.]
no subject
Rep may want to think fast, because there's a Keyblade whirling his way shortly after the block. Riku doesn't want to hurt him, but incapacitate him? If that's what it takes, sure.]
Partial Sanity
'Because the Administrators have tampered with your body. I am so sorry that this has happened to you..'
Re: Partial Sanity
"You...who are you? I-I don't need sorry...I need help."
Partial Sanity
Re: Partial Sanity
[There's no outward sign of it, but he has to fight to keep from slipping out of his mostly-coherent state of mind. It's a lot like trying not to fall asleep, and it feels like it's getting harder every time he tries.]
Partial Sanity
[chaos can feel that inner fight though, so he tries to speak for as long as he can.]
Re: Partial Sanity
"That could be a while...I don't want you hanging around if I black out again."
[Or if his drone mentality manages to override his own. As it is, he's overridden it long enough to keep still and chat with Chaos, at least. For now.]
Partial Sanity
'Don't worry. If that happens, I shall escape. However, if I see you when you wake up again, I shall speak to you.'
Partial Sanity
You have work to do. Start moving before I am forced to take further-
[As he comes closer, the blood on the replica's hands is obvious.]
What is that?
[Perhaps the worker had been cleaning up after a corpse was found, but perhaps he was causing murders himself.]
Ohey boss
His external response is entirely different. The fuzzy feeling comes back, suppressing the more argumentative part of him, and he starts to turn to leave, until Ryoji speaks again.]
Blood. I was sent to clean up a body.
[Which is true. He hasn't killed anyone yet.]
no subject
[He remains oblivious to Riku's internal conflict. Why should the worker unit fight, anyhow? The retrieval units have more authority than them, and so his orders to Riku should be followed without question.]