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towerofanimus2013-08-16 09:00 am
fuhgeddaboudit) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-16 09:00 am
Entry tags:
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Characters: Labrys and open
Setting: Dorm floors on Thursday and floor 25 on Friday.
Format: Starting with action, your choice.
Summary: You want guilt? We've got guilt.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings with 99.9% chance of character death on Friday.
[thursday; dorm floors]
[She was trailed by so many of them. The robot girl carried a dull look in what were usually vibrant scarlet eyes as she staggered around aimlessly, swarmed by dozens of shadows. A tattered piece of red fabric was held close to her chest, Labrys seeming to take very little notice of the actual people around her.]
['It's your fault. You killed us all, #031.' 'Why do you get to survive? What makes you different from the rest of us?' 'If one of us had lived instead, the world wouldn't be in this state.']
[Voices. Voices she'd never heard yet were encoded deep within her, under lines and lines of programming. The other 'mechanical maidens' of the fifth generation--the others that had not survived to become 'Labrys'. The shadows were so many voices she hadn't before heard...and some that she had.]
['Like an empty tin can could've done anything? Please.' Yosuke's voice cut through the murmurings of units designated only with a number, cold and dismissive. 'Leave saving the world to us--oh wait, it's kinda late for that. You just had to save yourself.']
[Labrys finally stopped her halting and shaky steps, leaning heavily against a wall. She tried to speak or argue, but words refused to come out. A programming error? No, she realized, this was more likely to be the human trait known as 'cowardice'.]
['All you do is cause trouble,' came Yu Narukami's voice in agreement. 'Twisting the TV world wasn't enough for you? I almost thought you could fight with us. But I guess you'd rather save your own life. If machines are even alive at all.']
['You are obsolete.' Her own 'sister', who had once owned the tie Labrys held tightly. 'The fifth generation should have been eradicated. An out-of-date prototype can not save or protect our world.']
St-... [Could she even have argued, if she had the voice for it? What were they saying that was wrong? She had killed her sisters. She was the only one of their world left. How could she protest when they only confirmed the truth? They resented her for 'living', for existing when they couldn't.]
['Who would ever trust a machine to protect them?']
[And didn't she deserve to be resented?]
[At the last voice--Yukiko's voice--Labrys seemed to break both literally and metaphorically. Her arms dropped limply to her sides, legs giving out as she slid down the wall to her knees. It hurt--it hurt, and her programming was racing to detect what it could only have determined as a system malfunction. Nothing else accounted for the sudden interruption of motor functions and processing programs.]
[Raising her hands and the ruined fabric to her head, Labrys gave a scream of frustrated anguish and dissolved into broken sobbing.]
[friday; floor 25]
[This place was nice--full of organic life and vibrant color. It was a location Labrys had enjoyed since her arrival and one that she came to often. She didn't really know why she'd bothered leaving her room...she didn't really want to be seen by anyone. She couldn't smile like this, she couldn't help anyone at all. What use was a machine that couldn't help people?]
[She just laid on her side surrounded by flowers...and one single shadow.]
['It's alright, #031.' The shadow spoke in a gentle female voice, kneeling silhouette vaguely discernible as someone similar to Labrys herself. 'It's alright that you can't be forgiven. You did do some terrible things, so it's just to be expected.']
...I don't wanna be forgiven. [Labrys muttered half under her breath, turning over a yellow hairclip in her hand.] Ain't nobody left to forgive me, yeah?
['Not a single one. You killed all of us, I'm afraid--at least you had the decency to do most of it yourself. Everyone you ran away from didn't even get that much.']
And there ain't anythin' I can do for 'em? I was really hopin' maybe--
['Things like you can't even understand humans, never mind save any of them.' A soft laugh, as though the shadow found the idea so absurd as to be amusing. 'You already knew that, #031.']
...guess I did, didn't I? [Labrys smiled in some empty, broken gesture, her yellow collar's pale color going unnoticed. She did notice an odd sensation...'fatigue', she thought it was called. Maybe if she just shut her eyes and put her systems in reserve for a moment or two it would go away.]
Setting: Dorm floors on Thursday and floor 25 on Friday.
Format: Starting with action, your choice.
Summary: You want guilt? We've got guilt.
Warnings: Standard Individuation warnings with 99.9% chance of character death on Friday.
[thursday; dorm floors]
[She was trailed by so many of them. The robot girl carried a dull look in what were usually vibrant scarlet eyes as she staggered around aimlessly, swarmed by dozens of shadows. A tattered piece of red fabric was held close to her chest, Labrys seeming to take very little notice of the actual people around her.]
['It's your fault. You killed us all, #031.' 'Why do you get to survive? What makes you different from the rest of us?' 'If one of us had lived instead, the world wouldn't be in this state.']
[Voices. Voices she'd never heard yet were encoded deep within her, under lines and lines of programming. The other 'mechanical maidens' of the fifth generation--the others that had not survived to become 'Labrys'. The shadows were so many voices she hadn't before heard...and some that she had.]
['Like an empty tin can could've done anything? Please.' Yosuke's voice cut through the murmurings of units designated only with a number, cold and dismissive. 'Leave saving the world to us--oh wait, it's kinda late for that. You just had to save yourself.']
[Labrys finally stopped her halting and shaky steps, leaning heavily against a wall. She tried to speak or argue, but words refused to come out. A programming error? No, she realized, this was more likely to be the human trait known as 'cowardice'.]
['All you do is cause trouble,' came Yu Narukami's voice in agreement. 'Twisting the TV world wasn't enough for you? I almost thought you could fight with us. But I guess you'd rather save your own life. If machines are even alive at all.']
['You are obsolete.' Her own 'sister', who had once owned the tie Labrys held tightly. 'The fifth generation should have been eradicated. An out-of-date prototype can not save or protect our world.']
St-... [Could she even have argued, if she had the voice for it? What were they saying that was wrong? She had killed her sisters. She was the only one of their world left. How could she protest when they only confirmed the truth? They resented her for 'living', for existing when they couldn't.]
['Who would ever trust a machine to protect them?']
[And didn't she deserve to be resented?]
[At the last voice--Yukiko's voice--Labrys seemed to break both literally and metaphorically. Her arms dropped limply to her sides, legs giving out as she slid down the wall to her knees. It hurt--it hurt, and her programming was racing to detect what it could only have determined as a system malfunction. Nothing else accounted for the sudden interruption of motor functions and processing programs.]
[Raising her hands and the ruined fabric to her head, Labrys gave a scream of frustrated anguish and dissolved into broken sobbing.]
[friday; floor 25]
[This place was nice--full of organic life and vibrant color. It was a location Labrys had enjoyed since her arrival and one that she came to often. She didn't really know why she'd bothered leaving her room...she didn't really want to be seen by anyone. She couldn't smile like this, she couldn't help anyone at all. What use was a machine that couldn't help people?]
[She just laid on her side surrounded by flowers...and one single shadow.]
['It's alright, #031.' The shadow spoke in a gentle female voice, kneeling silhouette vaguely discernible as someone similar to Labrys herself. 'It's alright that you can't be forgiven. You did do some terrible things, so it's just to be expected.']
...I don't wanna be forgiven. [Labrys muttered half under her breath, turning over a yellow hairclip in her hand.] Ain't nobody left to forgive me, yeah?
['Not a single one. You killed all of us, I'm afraid--at least you had the decency to do most of it yourself. Everyone you ran away from didn't even get that much.']
And there ain't anythin' I can do for 'em? I was really hopin' maybe--
['Things like you can't even understand humans, never mind save any of them.' A soft laugh, as though the shadow found the idea so absurd as to be amusing. 'You already knew that, #031.']
...guess I did, didn't I? [Labrys smiled in some empty, broken gesture, her yellow collar's pale color going unnoticed. She did notice an odd sensation...'fatigue', she thought it was called. Maybe if she just shut her eyes and put her systems in reserve for a moment or two it would go away.]
no subject
[She stuttered and faltered for a minute, voice processors clearly encountering some kind of error.]
...matter, anyway? They're r-right.
[Pause. When Labrys spoke again, her voice was cut with a static and inorganic tone.]
S-Sertoria, I ain't feeling so great.