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

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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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From a vantage point of his dorm, Ienzo noticed an odd character waddling down the hallway. The person, whoever it was, seemed to not have noticed that they had an embarrassing bodysuit on... but they had thrown something else over it. Despite this, it seemed as if the person was female, if rather young. Maybe on a different day Ienzo would have gotten out and sneaked after her, wondering perhaps what injury caused her to move that way. But today he really couldn't be bothered, and so rolled over in bed.

Only the promise of food had even brought him out at all for the past couple of days. Technically this wasn't much different than the shut-in tendencies that he had performed back home, but those days were going on five months away now, and they were the last thing on his mind. He was mostly focused now on how screwed the entire tower was. What did it matter if some girl with a leg injury was traipsing around the tower now? She was going to die just like everyone else.

It took several minutes before he reconsidered and followed her down the hall, not trying particularly hard to sneak along unnoticed.

She's certainly taking her time - it didn't take Fran long to figure out the name lists by doors were the names of occupants, and she's trying to see if there's any that she knows. _{Spoilers: there isn't.} Ienzo won't have any difficulty at all catching up.

The downside to this is it doesn't take Fran long to notice he's there. Her reaction isn't exactly animate, but it's not negative, at least. "Hello."

He offers no response to her greeting, nor does he stop when she calls him out. However, he does speak, which is a tremendous feat in its own right. "Why are you unbalanced when you walk?"

She looks surprised at the question, like she'd noticed nothing out of the ordinary at all. "Is it really that noticeable? Maybe one came lose in the trip here..." Fran touches both of the bolts on her head in turn, testing them.

"..no, neither is. Are you sure your vision's alright~? Any feelings of dizziness or nausea?"

No worries, Fran, it isn't really that noticeable. Ienzo is just extremely observant. He watched with a hardly-suppressed frown as the girl casually twisted the two large bolts around her head, which before he had taken to be some kind of odd pair of horns, like the Alternian trolls had. But apparently they are, in fact, bolts... in her head...

(If Ienzo had any grasp of the concept of Halloween, he would have wondered briefly if she had dressed up in costume. But unfortunately, he didn't.)

"...No," he said quietly.

"That's good~! I haven't gotten the chance to see if the infirmary here is decently stocked, and I'd hate to dig into supplies I can't replenish so soon..."

Her attention wavers back to the nearest names-in-room list, and she ponders over why it's listing a country. Did the organizers have to make a special note of an occupant's nationality...?

You continue to not get a decent answer to your question!

"...The infirmary is expansive, and restocks itself." Having been dragged in there several times, he could attest to it. There were many things there he had never seen before, including some kind of gel tablet that the trolls all took by the dozen. Perhaps it was some kind of daily supplement to help them transition from their old planet to this one, wherever this was.

Wait, wait. What was that.

She thought you just said something amazing for a second there.

(That's because you did.)

"Oh, that's just perfect~!"

Well, Ienzo, you've certainly gotten her attention back now.

At least one person here is happy with the situation... but then again, she's very new, so she'll learn eventually.

In the meantime, have Ienzo not caring.

"I'm glad your needs are suited." He spoke in a blank tone, not sounding glad in the least.

..if the tower can beat some common sense into Fran's head, it'd be a miracle. Pity her head'll probably get smashed open in the process.

"Making do without would have been an interesting challenge, but I'm certain any future feelings of dizziness or nausea you get will be thankful for having a properly equipped physician available~!"

"Our old physician disappeared recently." Surely she would be smart enough to figure out the rest, such as how to apply for a job. (He wasn't terribly concerned with having a girl with tackily-stitched skin grafts be the tower physician, for some reason; one would think that for all the books he reads, he would be a little bit more genre savvy.) The box was still sitting there in the cafeteria just like it had always been. Not that Ienzo had paid it any mind in the past, or would in the future...

Her walking would've been slightly more baffling if he had been in a better state of mind. But right now he was mentally struggling with what the hell was going on, so he was sitting in the middle of the hallway against the wall, one legged propped up and his arm holding his head, a few deactivated candroids scattered around him on the ground.

"..Oh?"

Fran stops short about two or three steps before she would have accidentally trampled this poor sod sitting in the hall ~~or worse, gotten footprints on his lovely drape.~~ Good thing she'd noticed him in time! ...he looked rather under the weather, to be honest.

"I'll more than make up for their lost effort, I assure you~~!" No inflated ego here, nope.

Under the weather he was, because any other time he would've been harping on her immediately. But no, he was so out of his right mind that his drape didn't even appear to give him a nice spot to sit on.

He did give her a side-long glance to look up at her for a minute, but a glare later he was no longer paying her any mid.

"..."

Well, that was a pleasant staring contest they had there, hope to do it again sometime, but you're in a rather concerning state, there.

"Are you ill, sir?"

He is nothing but best and finest host, especially when it comes to staring contests, don't you know.

Ankh lifted his head a bit more this time to look at her with utter distaste. "What's it matter to you?" He was trying to concentrate, thank you.

She can certainly tell~.

That look of revulsion is shrugged off faster than a duck flicks away an errant drop of water. "I might be able to help, depending on the problem~. So, are you~~?"

"Huh?" His face contorted in bewilderment, his hand still holding his forehead as he leaned on his arm for support. "The hell can you do?" Because somehow he highly doubted that this girl with a giant screw in her head could fix this stupid mind control crap.

"I'm a doctor. I can do a lot of things, if you, hm, tell me what's wrong?"

..Just, ah, try and ignore what that icon might be insinuating.

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.

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another "look, a new towermate!" thread

omfg it's franken fran. This is so perfect.

basically looked at animus & realized it was the perfect place for her

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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!!