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towerofanimus2013-04-17 12:22 am
keywrite) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-17 12:22 am
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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.]
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.]