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towerofanimus2013-12-13 12:06 am
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Log 028 | Still keeping an eye open...
Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN, #2 Closed: Lancelot
Setting: #1 - Infirmary Fl 2 [Backdated 8th Dec], #2 - Stadium/Arena Fl 50 [12th Dec], #3 - Dormitory Floors & 3-02 [13th Dec]
Format: Prose to start, taggers choice
Summary: #1 - Another failure at a skipped collar check, #2 - A spar with Lancelot, #3 - Patrolling/passing through Dormitory Halls and/or Inventory checking his Trunk for the first time in a while.
Warnings: None for now, other than Violence in #2. 'Usual' Sephiroth warnings to apply.
#1> Backdated: 8th December, Mid-afternoon. Infirmary Fl 2 - OPEN
The same old ceiling.
The same old subconscious check that all his thoughts were in order. The last recollection before he passed out, what floor he'd been on, what he'd been doing. That same old deeper check, that he still feels like himself. It was a Jason month after all.
The truth was it had all become too clockwork. His bi-monthly refreshing of power-repressing, soul-containing fluid completed and as was very common Sephiroth found himself waking up on a bed in the Infirmary shortly after he'd been dragged in. Two arms, two legs, no extra appendages and at least in control of his own actions - however it might be argued to the contrary. He bent his arm up and tucked his palm behind his head, idly fingering at the back section of his collar as once more Sephiroth allowed his thoughts to wander, there wasn't any rush today.
He could have gone willingly yesterday, and Sephiroth had specifically done so before when there wasn't work to be done the next day and he doesn't need to randomly lose consciousness. To look at and ponder the different looking retrieval unit in the room that he had never seen do anything remarkable despite Ganondorf's recently shared information. To study at the equipment out in the room, to mentally put theory on top of theory while he allowed his focus to drift away from the very invasive nature of his flushing. The proverbial pile of them inside kept on growing.
It hadn't been one of those days.
Soon. It has to be soon.
Sephiroth sensed movement nearby and it knee-jerked him out of his thoughts as it trip-wired at his extended awareness. He blinked the impression of the ceiling away from behind his eyelids as quickly he sat up and looked over in the direction that he thought something had moved. He grunted audibly as his new, silent, also collared companion slipped into view at the nearest doorway. The exact same one again, unless he was very much mistaken or missing small details. Doubtful, considering the fine tooth comb once-over he'd given the new supervisor when it had first became clear that they weren't rotating anymore. It concerned him greatly what the swap could be a precursor to, what the consequences could mean for the future - certainly it would be easier for one drone to learn his habits and tricks in losing his supervision, when compared to a rotating set of them. Troubling thoughts.
But was that the only presence his senses caught nearby? Sephiroth didn't let his gaze leave the doorway until he was sure. Whatever it could be, monster or resident, would make itself known eventually. Or his own paranoia might be starting to lie to him.
#2> 12th December, Late Morning. Stadium Fl 50 CLOSED: Lancelot
Sephiroth stepped out from the stairwell into the vast and this-time empty stadium. Then paused a few feet in after verifying that it was completely empty. Yes, this would do well for his purposes. He smirked lightly to himself as he continued a slow approach into the middle of the space, then looked slowly up towards the lights, down and around again; to make sure. Monsters could spring out of any dark corner at any time. It didn't seem that the one he had come here for was here yet. Sephiroth hoped that Lancelot hadn't lost his nerve since their last discussion.
The stadium had much more floor space, much more overhead space also when compared to the Gymnasium several floors below. There should be plenty of room to fully test out at each others' capabilities, and this floor was far enough 'off the beaten track' to lessen the chances of anyone else disturbing them. Perfectly situated near-enough half-way between calling elevator floors.
#3> 13th December Dormitory Hallways & Dormitory 3-02 - Tag: Hidetoshi & OPEN
Between his personal regime of at least two showers a day, trips to the various other floors of the Tower and/or Dormitory 3-02 at seemingly random intervals for collar-related work and/or personal research, and his late-night monster hunting; Sephiroth patrolling the Dormitory Hallways could not be an uncommon sight, by now, for many to behold.
It remained important to keep an idea about the residency of the Tower, and even just glancing at door panels as he passed them was a way to keep track of not only who specifically slept where, but also the volume of residents at any point. Despite the fact that Sephiroth slept two floors removed from the elevator point on a much emptier floor now; everyone had to go to Dorm Floor 1 for that reason. It was by far the most occupied of the Dormitory Levels as far as he could tell as well and therefore any excuse tostalk patrol the Hallways was a good one.
Today, on the back of one of these patrols Sephiroth retired to his Dormitory for a few moments. He set a large hardback book down on his bed and knelt down in front of his Trunk. It had been a long time since he'd done an inventory check, indeed ever since seeing retrieval's go through his trunk he'd hardly ever opened it; what would be the reason after all if everything inside were only Glamor. Even that impressive (but inert) gleaming black orb right in the bottom were really only made of film, made to taunt him. Every so often Sephiroth looked up; he ought to keep an eye out for Hidetoshi, after coming to an agreement that he had no intention of letting sit until the Tower fell apart around them.
Setting: #1 - Infirmary Fl 2 [Backdated 8th Dec], #2 - Stadium/Arena Fl 50 [12th Dec], #3 - Dormitory Floors & 3-02 [13th Dec]
Format: Prose to start, taggers choice
Summary: #1 - Another failure at a skipped collar check, #2 - A spar with Lancelot, #3 - Patrolling/passing through Dormitory Halls and/or Inventory checking his Trunk for the first time in a while.
Warnings: None for now, other than Violence in #2. 'Usual' Sephiroth warnings to apply.
#1> Backdated: 8th December, Mid-afternoon. Infirmary Fl 2 - OPEN
The same old ceiling.
The same old subconscious check that all his thoughts were in order. The last recollection before he passed out, what floor he'd been on, what he'd been doing. That same old deeper check, that he still feels like himself. It was a Jason month after all.
The truth was it had all become too clockwork. His bi-monthly refreshing of power-repressing, soul-containing fluid completed and as was very common Sephiroth found himself waking up on a bed in the Infirmary shortly after he'd been dragged in. Two arms, two legs, no extra appendages and at least in control of his own actions - however it might be argued to the contrary. He bent his arm up and tucked his palm behind his head, idly fingering at the back section of his collar as once more Sephiroth allowed his thoughts to wander, there wasn't any rush today.
He could have gone willingly yesterday, and Sephiroth had specifically done so before when there wasn't work to be done the next day and he doesn't need to randomly lose consciousness. To look at and ponder the different looking retrieval unit in the room that he had never seen do anything remarkable despite Ganondorf's recently shared information. To study at the equipment out in the room, to mentally put theory on top of theory while he allowed his focus to drift away from the very invasive nature of his flushing. The proverbial pile of them inside kept on growing.
It hadn't been one of those days.
Soon. It has to be soon.
Sephiroth sensed movement nearby and it knee-jerked him out of his thoughts as it trip-wired at his extended awareness. He blinked the impression of the ceiling away from behind his eyelids as quickly he sat up and looked over in the direction that he thought something had moved. He grunted audibly as his new, silent, also collared companion slipped into view at the nearest doorway. The exact same one again, unless he was very much mistaken or missing small details. Doubtful, considering the fine tooth comb once-over he'd given the new supervisor when it had first became clear that they weren't rotating anymore. It concerned him greatly what the swap could be a precursor to, what the consequences could mean for the future - certainly it would be easier for one drone to learn his habits and tricks in losing his supervision, when compared to a rotating set of them. Troubling thoughts.
But was that the only presence his senses caught nearby? Sephiroth didn't let his gaze leave the doorway until he was sure. Whatever it could be, monster or resident, would make itself known eventually. Or his own paranoia might be starting to lie to him.
#2> 12th December, Late Morning. Stadium Fl 50 CLOSED: Lancelot
Sephiroth stepped out from the stairwell into the vast and this-time empty stadium. Then paused a few feet in after verifying that it was completely empty. Yes, this would do well for his purposes. He smirked lightly to himself as he continued a slow approach into the middle of the space, then looked slowly up towards the lights, down and around again; to make sure. Monsters could spring out of any dark corner at any time. It didn't seem that the one he had come here for was here yet. Sephiroth hoped that Lancelot hadn't lost his nerve since their last discussion.
The stadium had much more floor space, much more overhead space also when compared to the Gymnasium several floors below. There should be plenty of room to fully test out at each others' capabilities, and this floor was far enough 'off the beaten track' to lessen the chances of anyone else disturbing them. Perfectly situated near-enough half-way between calling elevator floors.
#3> 13th December Dormitory Hallways & Dormitory 3-02 - Tag: Hidetoshi & OPEN
Between his personal regime of at least two showers a day, trips to the various other floors of the Tower and/or Dormitory 3-02 at seemingly random intervals for collar-related work and/or personal research, and his late-night monster hunting; Sephiroth patrolling the Dormitory Hallways could not be an uncommon sight, by now, for many to behold.
It remained important to keep an idea about the residency of the Tower, and even just glancing at door panels as he passed them was a way to keep track of not only who specifically slept where, but also the volume of residents at any point. Despite the fact that Sephiroth slept two floors removed from the elevator point on a much emptier floor now; everyone had to go to Dorm Floor 1 for that reason. It was by far the most occupied of the Dormitory Levels as far as he could tell as well and therefore any excuse to
Today, on the back of one of these patrols Sephiroth retired to his Dormitory for a few moments. He set a large hardback book down on his bed and knelt down in front of his Trunk. It had been a long time since he'd done an inventory check, indeed ever since seeing retrieval's go through his trunk he'd hardly ever opened it; what would be the reason after all if everything inside were only Glamor. Even that impressive (but inert) gleaming black orb right in the bottom were really only made of film, made to taunt him. Every so often Sephiroth looked up; he ought to keep an eye out for Hidetoshi, after coming to an agreement that he had no intention of letting sit until the Tower fell apart around them.
sorry late
[ Hidetoshi acknowledges that willingly and doesn't see a reason to press the subject any further. Sephiroth declining to specify exactly which something had came up when it could be any number of things seems a touch... evasive to the teenager but he dismisses it as not that big of a deal.
He sets the clothes he was folding down on the bed for a moment, shuffles over to his trunk and bends down to pull it open. After fishing around for a few seconds, he straightens up with his packet of notes in his hands. Hidetoshi nods at Sephiroth's next statement, then glances down at his own notes. ]
That's correct. [ But, to start off with: ] I did however, hear mention of a way to remove the collars that I hadn't been privy to before—these styluses that other residents learned of back when people kept waking up in the administrator levels. And they could also be used to refill the collar fluid for retrieval units... That could be useful for the research teams. Did you hear anything along the same lines?
[ He frowns a little, wrinkling his eyebrows together in thought. ]
The supervisors? Do you mean the administrators in charge each month?
no worries at all!
-Wait. Back up. Sephiroth pauses as he turns back to Hidetoshi with his notes, as the younger man mentions something indeed that he has not heard of before. Styluses. Waking up in the administrator levels. The only waking up he's ever done down there has been-
Did this mean others were also becoming more aware during the time they spent out of their Vessel during revival? Sephiroth's brow falls into a heavy crease as his mind quickly works out the implications. Another symptom of a failing Tower, or of the ever-present concern about the loss of identity?]
The retrieval supervision. [He answers the question first-]
But - I didn't hear that, no. And what do you mean exactly by 'waking up'?
cries i want my stable internet connection back
[ Sitting down on his bed next to where he'd laid out his currently half-finished laundry, Hidetoshi inquired before Sephiroth asked his own question regarding the information he had. ]
... I have no firsthand experience of this occurrence, I'm afraid.
[ He flipped through his notes, trying to remember where in which section he'd written the details down. After leafing through several pages to find them, Hidetoshi looked up and hesitated, trying to think on what Minato, that Riku person and others had mentioned. ] But it happened to some friends. They became aware of themselves performing various tasks in the administrator levels, I believe.
[ Give him a moment to remember the rest of what they said. . . ]
it's Ok, we've all the time to back-thread
[He pauses. Sephiroth's gaze for a moment sweeps over to the closed door of their room, before crossing over back towards his room mate. The frown still delicately etched between silvered eyebrows.]
Concerning. [To both the supervisor situation and the first comment in response to his question.]
[As Hidetoshi starts to flip through his notes Sephiroth proceeds over towards were the teenager is sat with his own notes in hand. He stops close, so that they might still be able to converse lowly, but not close enough that he might be able to look down and read the notes for himself but at the same time the silvered head tilts to one side as if to encourage Hidetoshi to carry on.]
What sort of tasks?
[Guess who is completely oblivious to anything about the job system still.]
no subject
He taps his pencil idly against the paper for a second before scribbling a note down in the margins to remind himself later. Concerning indeed. ]
Maybe somebody else knows then. I'll ask the other members of my research team next time... [ He nods to himself. The doctor would probably know more, the teenager assumed. ]
[ Then he looks up from his attempts to remember the rest of the details, hearing Sephiroth's footsteps as he moved closer, in time to catch the slow head tilt to the side. Hidetoshi assumes it is meant to be encouraging and reacts accordingly, gesturing a little with his free hand. He doesn't know that the older man didn't know anything about the job systems. ]
Things like refilling the retrieval unit's collars, transporting materials, preparing some odd mixture in a vat... [ A pause, then a small shudder. ] ... Entertaining Ruana. More I can't guess at. There might be a correlation between the jobs they got assigned and what tasks they became aware of doing?
[
Sephiroth, you're a lazy ass who doesn't earn his keep just saying. Even Hidetoshi worked as a postal worker for a good while.]no subject
Intrigued eyes follow Hidetoshi's face carefully as he continues, having taken the prompt to continue perfectly. Waking up during these sort of menial tasks? It draws uncomfortable thoughts back to his time as a worker unit and begs the question - were they all sometimes used in this way? It would be an easy thing indeed to make anyone do the bidding of the Admins, to take their control away while they weren't aware, to use them for whatever ghastly chore-
Sephiroth's frown only deepens as he forcibly swallows back a bitter lump in his throat. By the mechanisms in place in the Tower, they could even being using him and he has never known it. So confident he has been that he had as much of his awareness wrapped around as much of his own self-control as he could manage - and that he was better at it than others. Even Ruana's last two games he has come off relatively lightly from.]
That is disturbing. [He blinks, looks down and away from Hidetoshi for a moment to bury these toxic thoughts once more before taking a breath. Right. The styluses.] Though who knows what else we might have been witness to...
How many accounts have you heard of these various tasks?
no subject
He grimaces in agreement before changing that grimace to just a mildly sour frown. Hidetoshi watched as Sephiroth blinked, looking away. The teenager shuffled his papers back into order. Quietly, feeling so so tired of the Tower and its shit: ]
Anything involving the administrators tends to be. [ Back to a more business-like tone of voice: ]
Only a few. A friend of mine, Minato's, others from the meeting... Not enough accounts to serve as reliable evidence, frankly, but enough to paint an unsettling picture.
no subject
If Sephiroth were ever to get comfortable with this notion, and just accept it as part of his existence, he imagines it would be the start of the end of him.
His room mates return to a more business-like tone serves well to draw Sephiroth's attention back from a random point on the floor. There is little point dwelling too heavily on such things after all, not when they were simply tiny pieces to a much larger jigsaw puzzle and he expresses so-]
Or rather just another misfitting piece of the puzzle that is crumbling around us. Either way, it's good to at least know what has been noticed. As far as our own perceptions, or the perceptions of others can be construed as real, that is.
Even the Admins, as we know them, are subject to the Glamour that gives all of us the illusion of physical form.
no subject
> Hidetoshi seems to agree with you. ]
It is a puzzle.
[ One that's falling apart into chaos around them, indeed. ] At least it is one we are becoming more and more aware of anyway. Once you became aware of something, you can't turn away from it.
I'm not looking forward to finding out what the others look like, just judging from the description of Jason's grotesque appearance. [ The teenager admits wryly. ] The mystery being resolved, but not the actual physical appearances themselves.
no subject
Sephiroth steps closer to the edge of the bed that Hidetoshi is sat on. As close as he can get without seeming to invade the younger mans personal space, but closer than the silver-haired warrior usually comes to anyone unless he can help it. Hidetoshi, more than most, is more likely to be a candidate for trust if Sephiroth were looking to impart any.]
Hm, from what was told, he is quite the monstrosity.
[Eyebrows rose and fell with the emphasis, then Sephiroth nods as well.]
Think about it though, from what was shared about Jason's appearance, it fits the profile. I suspect it might well be the same with the others.