towerofanimus | Look what we've done

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.]

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[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.]

[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.'

[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?'

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[chaos understood. He tried to sound as calmly as he possibly could, even though it might have not been enough.]

'Conversing with you. You are pained and confused..and if I spoke to you with words, your true self would not be able to reply.'

[True self this is my true- ~~No it's not~~]

'But why?'

[Sorry chaos, Xion isn't taking well to the whole concept of "being calmed" now that she finally has a way to express her frustration and helplessness and panic]

'Because you were in pain. Even if talking is not much, I would still like to help you any way I can.'

'Make it stop.'

[It's the first thing that comes to her, the thing she wants most right now. Fighting to retain herself at times like this is like pushing up on a membrane that closes around her as she pushes, tightening around her even as she fights - but for that moment, at least, she was able to give herself enough room to breathe]

'Whatever they did, make it stop. I can't move, I can't do anything, I can't even think sometimes. I don't want to be like this anymore.'

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[..chaos hated it when free will and choice was messed with, and this only made the whole thing worse. It was..terrible, to put it lightly.]

'..I am so sorry..but..I cannot make it stop. I don't know exactly what was done to you, so even if I tried to alter you, I could not. And you might turn out even worse than before. I am so sorry..but Jason usually grows tired of his experiments after a little while. Please..hold on, for a little longer. This will pass.'

'Don't want to wait. Can't wait.'

[This whole thing is driving her insane. She knows Jason. She's been here a year. She knows his experiments don't last long. She doesn't care. This whole thing scares her and upsets her and she has no control over anything. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold out.

Some small part of her mind, bordering the line between rational and irrational, siezes on what he said. About not knowing.]

'They had us... they had us in a room. I... it took so long there were units everywhere, and... it hurt... I can't-'

[She's slipping a little, as if memories of the brainwashing are forcing its power back over her again. Her body's motions steady a little. She moves onto the next grave.]

[chaos could guess that this was horrifying..and scary to everyone who was lucid enough to actually try and fight their programming. So, as he sent his message to Xion, he sent a couple of images to her in an attempt to calm her-a field of dandelions, a beautiful red sunset, shooting stars in the desert.]

'It's alright..I know that they twisted you, and it is horrible. I wish there was something else I could tell you to do, some other way to help you! But..sadly..I have nothing else..'

[chaos hated moments like these. Even with his power, sometimes, even he was helpless, and he hated it.]

[The images do help - the sunset in particular seems to have a particularly profound effect, though it does elicit a sense of melancholy and nostalgia. In the end, she just seems... quiet. Not exacly calm, but not exactly the frenzied panic that she'd been experiencing earlier]

'I hate this.'

[If she could cry, she would]

'I know..I am not a fan of it either. Having your free will distorted and your bodies mangled is..horrible, to put it lightly. It should not have been done..and yet, it has been.'

[There's a long moment where she doesn't say anything. The part of her that's fighting is nearly spent - for the time being. But before she'll even willingly go back into compliance, she has... one more important question to ask.]

'My friends. Are... are they okay?'

[..chaos was already poking into her mind to hear her replies. He wasn't a fan of poking into memories either just to give specific replies. Plus..that would give him away even more.]

'I am sorry..I do not know who specifically your friends are..but I think that they will be alright in the end.'

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