Look what we've done

[attheclocktower]

Characters: Xion and anybody who might run into her
Setting: Around the Tower, particularly floors worker units would be found on, during the event
Format: Pick your poison
Summary: Xion's event post! If your character is a clone, replica, or doll Xion is going to be drawn to them and will tail your character around or watch them sleep, etc. Also she may attack them when malfunctioning. Please let me know if this is okay if you haven't already hit up her plotting post. If you have, I'll be following what was detailed/okayed with there.
Warnings: Lots of body horror. Limb/body part transplants (or at least attempted ones). Poooossibly death.

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[Every once in a while, whenever she comes back to herself and realizes what's going on she'll beat futilely against the walls of her mind, but each instance is shorter. She's figured out by now not to fight overly much. It's no use. It's horrifying, feeling parts that were once hers moving and acting and her not having an iota of control. She can't do anything - can't start or stop herself from walking or moving. She can't scream, can't even so much as flick her gaze in another direction.

It's easier when she's under their control and that scares her more than anything. She doesn't want to lose herself. It's almost all she has left that's hers.

Despite all of her inner turmoil, however, nobody will be able to tell. Her eyes are blank, her walk very awkward thanks to one foot attached backwards and her hips sewn on crookedly, but she's still going about her tasks quite nonchalantly - organizing books in the library, polishing graves in the graveyard, cleaning tasks in the cafeteria or dormitory floors...

Though there are times where she seems distracted from her tasks, instead drawn to those with... certain qualities. Though she doesn't really understand what those qualities are. She just needs to find them. It's important.]

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[It appears Xion was just recently in the lower levels, and is returning upstairs to do some tasks here. Unfortunately, she's currently malfunctioning to a degree - only instead of organs or anything of the sort she just has... limbs. Hands, arms, legs, she's carrying some in her arm and the rest in a bag, slung over one shoulder.

Her eyes are blank as she hobbles with a purpose. Searching... for something. Woe befall anybody who gets in her way.]

Comments

[lightofhumanity]

[While normal humans who couldn't step into minds wouldn't be able to tell what was happening to Xion, chaos could. So, when he saw and sensed Xion while she cleaned some graves-and sensed her mental struggle-he used his telepathy and spoke with her.]

'Can you hear me?'

[attheclocktower]

[This was starting to feel all too much like when Ganon had trapped her in a crystal. Xion had just given up mentally beating on the walls of her mind, trying to reach out and move a limb, do something other than just sit here like a caged animal, when the voice appeared in her mind. If she could recoil in her own mind, she would have done so, astonished and wary. She couldn't see the source, and trying to get the drone to look around was a futile endeavor.

Was this some kind of trap or trick?]

'Wh-who are you? Where are you?'

[Xion's body, meanwhile, continued on its work, though the motions became somewhat slower, stilted and jarring, as if it was being distracted.]

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos could understand why Xion was frightened, but this was the only way he could get in touch with her true self.]

'I am chaos. And I am standing right behind you. Don't worry. I have no intention of harming you.'

[attheclocktower]

[The answer doesn't seem to comfort Xion all that much. Not to mention there's still a war going on inside her head.]

'Why are you- [in the way no interfering with my work bothering me stop it] Wh-what are you doing?'

[savedbyasong]

[He hadn't allowed himself to hope, hadn't let himself give up and believe she had been sent back to her ruined world. He hadn't stopped searching and yet despite having steeled himself for what could have happened.

Still he wasn't prepared, and when he saw her, finally found her, he dropped the books he was holding.]

Xion... [Nonononononononono]

[attheclocktower]

[Well, the dropping of the books does catch her attention, though probably not for reasons that Shion had in mind. She sets her current work down, walks over to him... and kneels down to pick up the books he's dropped. Those need to go back to where they belong, and if you aren't going to do it, somebody has to.

Her name, meanwhile, stirs at something in the back of her mind... intensifying that frustrating mental exhaustion... Wait... wasn't...]

[savedbyasong]

[In an almost trance he knelt as well, to take the books from her. His head was a crashing wave of emotions and anger, and the need to destroy, to rip apart everyone and everything that had dared hurt Xion, turned her, made her into one of them.

Tampered with her mind, and her body. His mind screamed and raged, hot and angry.] Thank you...

[attheclocktower]

[The word of gratitude is ignored, given that she can't speak, though a struggling part of her mind seems to curl miserably at the sound. Shion...

The droned, conscious part of her mind, meanwhile, recognizes his job as librarian and thus doesn't fight when he takes the books from her, though she's still more than content to take some herself. Once the books are all picked up she straightens, turning back towards the carts to make sure she has a full load of books to put back.]

Floor 1 - Not a clone, but open to the possibility of a good old fashioned skirmish!

[gradosfinest]

[This is probably rather dangerous now that she stops to think about it for a second. The lower floors of the tower tend to have more than enough worker units in them to give her pause, but she's since realized not everybody in this tower can fight. And that makes going for food almost suicidally dangerous for non-combatants, which is why the young knight has taken it upon herself to make a quick stop in the cafeteria to collect a pile of bars to bring back to the dorms.

Not exactly the safest thing she's ever done, but right at the moment the cafeteria seems strangely quiet. If she had to hazard a guess someone must have whittled down the number of worker units or something, and she's about to take advantage of this lull in activity when she notices someone out of the corner of her eye.

Or well, it's almost more of a something right now because she's never seen anything quite like what's happened to Xion. For a moment she just kind of stares blankly at her, eyes momentarily wandering down to her collar and than back towards her face. Well shit, this probably counts as worse than running into a worker unit. She's not trying to draw attention to herself but remaining silent at such a sight is next to impossible.]

What in the hell...

Alrighty! Also I'm guessing you meant Scenario A?

[attheclocktower]

[Well... so long as she isn't interfering with Xion's work, then the droned Xion doesn't really seem to care. Instead, she ignores Amelia entirely and focuses on cleaning the countertops - a pointless endeavor really, given that they haven't really been used. But assigned tasks are assigned tasks.]

Yep! Unless she just happens to malfunction during this, Amelia's pretty tough!

[gradosfinest]

[For a moment she just keeps staring even as she walks by, there is a point to her coming here afterall. But she seems relatively docile right now and she has to wonder, is she aware of what's happening inside of her head...?

... it's risky, but she decides to chance it although she isn't going to let her guard slip.]

The uh... the counters look pretty clean to me. [And this is where it occurs to her trying to make small talk with a modified resident is actually pretty awkward.

Got it o7

[attheclocktower]

[Xion pauses for only a moment, briefly glancing over at Amelia for a moment out of the corner of her eye, as if checking to make sure she isn't doing anything that might interfere with her work, then continues scrubbing, though she does slide down a pace or two, moving onto a less-recently scrubbed surface.

She can't speak, however, and does not answer.]

[carrythesin]

[[ooc: Xion can follow her around, Kirika's from post a_fac game.]]

[While looking for some people important to her, Kirika explored the tower gathering information about the situation. She wasn't sure what to expect anymore, so she was prepared.

She came to a library where she saw the young girl, Xion, dusting some books. After a quick glance around the room, she begun to walk away. The people she was looking for weren't in this room either. Kirika stopped by the door for a moment and sighed to herself. Her head hung forward as if she was defeated before the game began.

Hei, where are you?]

[attheclocktower]

[[ooc; got it!]]

[... there's someone in the room. Xion's head turns, and she spies the other girl, looking around, though for what reason, she doesn't know. It's not important anyway.

It's almost subconcious, but she's getting closer, taking her dusting and organizing a bit closer to the girl who's walking around. She doesn't know why, and it's not important, but she needs to watch this person. Stick close to them.]

[carrythesin]

[Kirika walked around the library brushing her fingers against the hard cover books. She wasn't paying attention until her body came to a sudden stop.]

[justabignobody]

[Riku has been worrying for days; for Xion, for Ira, for all the people that have disappeared - though at least, given a.) how many are missing, b.) who is in charge this month and c.) that Ganondorf only just had made his last major move, he is at least confident that this foremost fear is unlikely to realize.

Though there is still plenty to fear, given what the alternative is.

There is an unpleasant surge of dread settling in his stomach when he spots her in the library, when he sees just how mechanic her movements seem.

Something is not right.]

...Xion?

[attheclocktower]

[Not just mechanic, but awkward, particularly how she walks. Given how poorly put-together her new physical form is, it's a wonder that she can manage it, though she doesn't seem to care.

She also doesn't respond to his call, setting the last of the books in their proper places on the shelves before shuffling over to the cart to get more.]

[justabignobody]

[...Yep, something isn't right at all. The movements, the way she is acting... not reacting to his voice and presence at all...

A moment later he's already run over to her, reaching to settle his hands on her shoulders and shake her lightly.]

Xion!

[Snap out of this, please!]

[attheclocktower]

[That does garner some reaction, though probably not one Riku will like. Xion looks up at him, but her eyes are blank, expressionless. A light frown crosses her features, and she attempts to jerk back, out of his grip, though her awkward movements make the motion weaker than normal. Riku could easily keep a grip on her if he really wants to. But the message is clear.

She has a job to do, and you're not helping.]

come at me sis either one is fine c:

[acceptedoblivion]

[There is another worker in the library, quietly replacing the books on the shelves that others had left on the table. It seemed obedient enough, and there were no issues with how he was behaving. It was just his duty for the time being; a purpose.

But inside he's screaming, still fighting to try and stop himself. But he can't... and the part of him aware of this is incredibly frustrated. Even moreso when he can't even acknowledge who's nearby and--

and what she looks like.

...

He feels like he's going to be sick, but he can't even speak let alone move his face (did he even have that anymore? he doesn't know).]

I am so sorry this took so long. Also we'll go with option b sort of to expediate the process

[attheclocktower]

[... he's right nearby. That's part of why she's here. He's right there, and she needs to be there too, because he is.

At least, that's the last conscious sort of thought she has before her mind blanks out entirely and she turns to look at him directly. There's something different in her face now, though. Rather than blank, almost bored, it seems hardened and almost... purposeful. She stalks over in his direction, at least as much as she can with her awkward composition.]

it's okay i think i proved i am slow too ;;

[acceptedoblivion]

[Physically, he does not recognize this at all. Whatever is controlling his body has a task and Xion isn't impeding it.

Yet.

Inside his head is different, and if thoughts could be heard he is likely freaking out for multiple reasons. First of all, it's Xion--his sister. Second, what the hell did that scientist do to you; why couldn't at least you escape from this torture? Third--

...What. Was that look. What's with the body parts, and what is going on?]

[derping]

[Sora hasn't ventured out much since people had started reappearing. He's tried a few times, in hopes of finding his friends, but...in all honesty, he couldn't stand seeing so many people he recognized, even just a little bit, wandering around and acting like they didn't recognize anyone. Worse, he couldn't stand seeing the people he didn't recognize at all, whose identities were impossible to make out because of whatever was done to them.

Still, he had to come out sometime. There was only so long a growing (though his growth spurt was nearly at an end) boy could go without food, after all.

It's on his way to the elevator that he spots someone who looks very familiar, so much so that he can't just keep walking. Doll parts or no, he would recognize Xion anywhere.]

Xion!

[He comes closer, trying to get her attention. Maybe he can't, but he has to try.]

[attheclocktower]

[And Xion pauses for a moment to glance back and over before hobbling on. He's not one of the ones she's looking for, and he's not in her way yet so there's no real point in stopping, is there? ]

[derping]

Xion, wait!

[He hurries to catch up with her, though he still doesn't have anything resembling a plan. Or any idea of what he's doing. But that doesn't matter - it isn't like he can just walk away!]

What happened? Where were you?

[If she doesn't answer, he'll just keep asking questions, in the hopes that she'll answer one of them.]