towerofanimus | Look what we've done

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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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[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?'

[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.]

[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]

[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...]

[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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[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...

[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.'

[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.]

[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]

[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.

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

[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...

[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.]

'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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[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.]

[[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?]

[..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.'

[Alright, this is technically making progress. This at least confirms the other girl can understand her even if she wasn't actually responding. Like hell if she knew how this brainwashing actually worked but... maybe she could at least get a bit of information out of her?]

... did they take away your voice, too?

[Shion made a small sound of pain as she stood back up, no recognition in her eyes, and then followed her, gathering more books himself, even if she didn't know him, especially as she didn't know him... She was Xion and his best friend, he had to watch over her.]

[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?

[[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.]

'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.]

[There's no reply. Xion doesn't even look over this time. You're bothering her. Go away.

The answer is yes, though it's hard to say, because even if she could be speaking, it's pretty clear she won't. Her motions begin to slow a little as she works though. Almost like something's changing. A toy winding down.]

[Oh god she can't do this. That struggling part of her mind is growing more conscious, almost unbidden. Normally it's almost a fight but now it's almost like Jason is taunting her, even though some part of her knows he couldn't have known and planned something like this. But he's so upset, and she can't do anything

Her body turns and looks back, warily checking to see if he'll interfere with her work. When no resistance seems to be forthcoming, however, she turns back to the bookshelves and starts awkwardly putting books back, making the patchwork nature of her current form all the more apparent.]

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Look what we've done

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

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

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

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Got it o7

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Re: Got it o7

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Alright she'll probably malfunction in the next tag or two

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