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towerofanimus2013-04-19 01:52 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-19 01:52 pm
Entry tags:
[Open - wow hey mods way to get ahead of me there]
Characters: Asch and anyone who decides to try pestering a good little zombie going about his workday.
Setting: Late in the week, where have you. [Slightly backdated as needed]
Format: AH WHATEVER starting in action because I'm lame
Summary: What do you even expect in event post summaries at this point, really?
Warnings: IT'S AN EVENT POST. Sorrow sickness and despair, people dying everywhere... You know the drill.
Cafeteria - Standard operating hours
[Here's a drone, there's a drone, and another little drone - Asch's body is near the back of the cafeteria, just continuously rotating nutrition bars in and out of the oven as needed. They're all perfectly uniform, just like the actions of the various drones around the kitchen.
Seems like whoever assigned him to this task has a sense of humour.]
Staircase - Non-violent malfunction
[Whoops, seems like somebody's body wandered off again. He's standing just off-center on the staircase, somewhere between floors, just in the perfect place to be in the way. Trip over him, shove him out of the way - there won't be any kind of reaction.
At least not until the programming reasserts itself, which it does if you watch for a few moments, and Asch turns to walk back down to his duties in the kitchens as though nothing at all happened.]
Setting: Late in the week, where have you. [Slightly backdated as needed]
Format: AH WHATEVER starting in action because I'm lame
Summary: What do you even expect in event post summaries at this point, really?
Warnings: IT'S AN EVENT POST. Sorrow sickness and despair, people dying everywhere... You know the drill.
Cafeteria - Standard operating hours
[Here's a drone, there's a drone, and another little drone - Asch's body is near the back of the cafeteria, just continuously rotating nutrition bars in and out of the oven as needed. They're all perfectly uniform, just like the actions of the various drones around the kitchen.
Seems like whoever assigned him to this task has a sense of humour.]
Staircase - Non-violent malfunction
[Whoops, seems like somebody's body wandered off again. He's standing just off-center on the staircase, somewhere between floors, just in the perfect place to be in the way. Trip over him, shove him out of the way - there won't be any kind of reaction.
At least not until the programming reasserts itself, which it does if you watch for a few moments, and Asch turns to walk back down to his duties in the kitchens as though nothing at all happened.]
no subject
[The drone doesn't feel any concern for a glitching superior, but Asch certainly does. So this is what Guy meant by fighting it - Asch is probably one of the only people who's observed an internal battle of this sort, after his attempt to take over Luke's body in Chesedonia. At that time, he was the aggressor, not an observer, but he's sure that to someone outside their connection it looked very much like this.
At that time, Luke threw him off. He wants to believe that he's sure Guy can do the same.]
no subject
[There's another spasm, accompanied by a sound laced with frustration, surprise, and even a bit of pain. He ends up stooped a bit, a hand gripping at his head, talking fiercly to the wall but words clearly directed at Asch.]
WORKER. WHO SENT YOU HERE??
no subject
[If it were possible for the drone to show confusion, it would be. Guy's demands aren't processing properly in its simple mind - no one sent it anywhere, it is simply following along as ordered.
Kind of pitiful, really, not that Asch can feel any for the thing that's using his body in his place.]
1/2
g-g-g-gave n-no...
order...
I GAVE
NO ORDER
NO
O-O-O-RRRR
[Another spasm, this one curving his spine, a fist bashing against the wall with fingers digging so hard that blood was starting to drip down the swordsman's palm.
HE WAS LYING
HE WAS TRICKING HIM
HE WAS MALFUNCTIONING
MALmalmalmalmmmal
mal
functioning
...
The blonde's breathing is hard and heavy, his hand moving for his sword and drawing it so haphazardly it would have lopped off Asch's arm, had he been any closer. There's a panicked frenzy in his eyes, and for a moment, it seems as though he means to slice either Asch or himself clean in two.
MAL
MAL
MMMALL
FUNNNCTTTTTI-----]
2/2 whoops I suck at subjects
What...
...
The sword is dropped, Guy's arms shakily descending to his sides, still panting for breath as he tries to remember.
What...
What happened...
...]
Asch...
How... how long are you still under my command?
[A question he asks every time he regains clarity, yes... but it's hard not to wince at the tremble in his voice.]
no subject
And if it were possible for the drone to be relieved - a simple question, with a simple answer. That'll do it.]
One hour and fifteen minutes.
no subject
...Sorry you had to see that.
[It's a passing comment, low and a bit broken, as the blonde moves to pick up his sword. He hesitates, a weary glance given to the fresh body only feet away from him, before wiping the blade against the edge of his boot and shoving it back into its sheath.
Without a word, he's on the move again. It doesn't matter that he's trembling like a leaf. They weren't going to stay here.]
shortpost whoops
How many of those corpses were new, since the last time he saw Guy?]
NP, we'll end it here
So now the week had truly worn on him, and the drag of the body across the floor behind him was just how it had to be. Swallow it up and move on. It was cruel. But as much as it sickened him... he just couldn't do it any other way.
If Asch had been observant enough? Almost all of the bodies were different. Not all of them were fresh - in fact, some looked close to rotten, as though they'd been pulled from the processing floor far after rigamortis had set in. It hadn't take Guy long to realize that, after dying, his collection was completely re-made for him... and the burn to refill all the empty spaces would return with a flare.
It wasn't right. None of it was right.
But there wasn't anything he could do, was there?]