towerofanimus | another "look, a new towermate!" thread

Characters: Fran, and whoever stumbles on in.
Setting: Her room, the halls.
Format: Anything goes.
Summary: Frankenstein's monster walks out of one of the dorms.
Warnings: Nothing, unless you consider Fran's, ah, natural charisma warning worthy.

The first word out of Fran's mouth once it chooses to start working again is a quiet "Ah," followed by "Perhaps there was a leak of halothane vapor? I don't remember going to sleep, and someone would have woken me if I was in the middle of a procedure..."

That's about when she notices the letters. The longer one she reads first and tucks away under her pillow, but the shorter text piques her curiosity. While the loss of the world is troubling as an understatement, the fact that she's still extant makes her contemplate how the definition of world is being applied - is it just whatever places she frequented? The people she knew? Was she saved from an unlucky, localized fluke of destruction or has she been abducted by curious, kindly aliens?

..it's a while later that Fran leaves the room she woke up in to go see the rest of this mysterious compound. She's still wearing the provided bodysuit, but with her poncho over it for a bit more modesty. Her gait is rather strange, like she can't find her center of balance.

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Ankh scoffed and turned his gaze away, lazily lowering his arm and then resting his head against the wall behind him.

"It's not something a doctor can take care of, unless you're one of the freaks that run this place." Although he wouldn't be surprised if she was one of them, to be honest. "So get out of here already."

"Oh my, no~. I just got here, actually. Lovely place."

That's said with a completely straight face. Either this girl is the best at being ironic (another Dave??) or she really thinks this is a nice place. Erm.

"The right doctor can take care of anything~! If it's something a layman would think a doctor couldn't fix... perhaps it's a malady of the mind?"

She's insinuating you're crazy, Ankh.

Any other time he would have had some serious deadpan to dish out at that 'lovely place' comment. But we'll have to save that for another time.

"Huh?" And once more a look of confusion. "I'm not crazy, idiot," He said scathingly, once again looking away from her in favor of admiring the surroundings.

Can she make your deadpans livepans? Dead things suck.

Ankh's continuous avoidance of eye contact has caught her attention, and Fran maneuvers specifically to look him in the eyes. "Maybe you're under the influence of some drug? Hm, pupils aren't dilated..."

~~Sorry he's not technically a living being, no can do.~~

"Hey," Ankh protested in annoyance when she re-entered his line of vision after turning away. "Drugs? What are you talking about?"

~~Damn.~~

"I'm trying to diagnose what's wrong with you," she explains plainly, before getting out of his face - just in time to make a grab for his right hand to take his pulse.

"--Hey!!" Well he certainly did not expect her to grab his arm, and you can damn well guess he was struggling. For a moment, if Fran was able to detect his pulse, she'd notice it was a bit slower than normal, as if he were asleep. But the next second the pulse would disappear completely, as his Greeed arm was now completely covering his wrist and forearm.

"Let me go you freak!"

Ankh's able to escape her grip easily, since she'd just been trying to get a pulse from his wrist, not crush it, and because Fran has the average strength level you'd expect from a slim girl.

"..Huh. Patient pulse is highly abnormal. Do you normally break out in acute cases of monster arms, or is this a new symptom?"

When he had his arm back, he wrung his wrist back and forth a bit, cradling it slightly with his other hand. It wasn't that it hurt or anything, it just seemed to be habit.

"No, idiot, it's my real body. I'm a Greeed. My pulse is 'abnormal' because I don't have a heart."

"So, you're some sort of inhuman creature that's able to masquerade as a normal human?! Wow~!"

If anything, she just looks more interested. Ankh, what have you done.

Ankh's not sure he likes the descriptor 'inhuman creature.' But he won't dwell on that for now, giving her a strange look before continuing.

"No. I'm possessing a normal human. Like I said, this" He waved his arm again for emphasis, "is my real body."

"Ah--"

A parasitic being, then. But to attach to an arm, instead of, say, directly to the brain? And to be able to just blend its original body into its host like that...

Curiouser and curiouser.

"--so you're inhabiting this human. Would you mind if I check his pulse, then?" Fran gestures to Ankh's other, non-Greeed arm, though she half expects that one to turn weird too. She's beginning to suspect his malaise might be born from a lack of communication between coexisting bodies, hence his reluctance to divulge any symptoms. _{Maybe the host's real arm is turning gangrenous beneath whatever the parasite's done to it! Oh, how exciting.}

He wasn't sure he liked how...forthcoming with aid this girl was. She seemed to have a lot of medical know-how if she kept talking about his pulse. His left arm however, was dropped to his side and rested on an outstretched leg.

"Buzz off," He said simply, using his Greeed arm to flick her in the forehead while he glared.

~~She's jonesing for patients, is all.~~

"Kyaa!"

That head flick sends her stumbling back. Fran rubs at the attacked spot on her forehead with one intricately-stitched hand, and gives Ankh a pouting frown.

"A simple 'no' would have sufficed."

Ankh's reaction to her stumbling was little more than to watch in a completely unfazed fashion.

"Tell it to someone who cares. I don't need some freak prodding at my medals. Whatever's wrong with me has to do with this place, not me."

Fran narrows her eyes thoughtfully, before finally turning to leave. Gosh, geez, it seems like she's been bothering him for ~~days~~ hours.

"I'll see you later, then~. Until then, I prescribe not doing anything too strenuous until you feel like the unnatural symptoms have passed. Maybe you'll be more forthcoming when you feel better~!"

She stalks off, with that same strange, dizzied way as before.

another "look, a new towermate!" thread

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i apologize for kyaa's they're canon

if you apologize for that i'm apologizing for ankh's existence

Apology accepted!!