A Broken Doll To The Empress

You were the Disciple but that was a long time ago. Now you are simply a reject, broken from experiments that drove you insane. You're labelled by the tattoo you were given and the number - 00391. So welcome to my torture chambers friend. Pull up a chair. Let's have some fun. ((Reject!Disciple RP blog as part of the Projectbent AU. Unless stated any art is not mine. If you want to do a drawing just tag it under projectbent c: Pesterchum: purringTorturer))

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You gasp slightly as you are lifted and flipped over. Your entire body is quivering with tension as you feel her claw cut into the skin on the back of your neck. Then you feel the cold metal of the chip. As it starts to wire itself in, your eyes widen in fear as you start to lose feeling in your limbs. You can’t control them anymore. You try to thrash about, but now it’s like you’ve been confined to the gray matter in your head. You’re trapped. But something else is in control. You still feel what is happening to you, distantly, as the earpieces are put in. You gasp again as memories flash behind your eyes only to disappear. You can’t remember them anymore. You distantly feel yourself turned over and returned to the the table. Then that phrase. You don’t remember who it’s referring to but you feel like you should. Your mind is flooded with information and you become aware of another presence. It’s mechanical and cold, but intelligent. As this is happening, without you doing anything, you slowly stand up and look over the Reject. You smile slightly.

“Hell0.”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You bow slightly and grin, picking up a green silk package and passing it to her.

Greetings, Project. This is your new uniform. How do you feel? Everything functioning properly I hope.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You examine your body, stretching.

“Everything is working c0rrectly, yes. I feel,”

You pause, about to say ‘trapped’. But the chip stops you, forcing you to say something else.

“wonderful.”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Excellent, little Doll. Now-

You turn away, examining the equipment on the closest table.

You'd best be going upstairs and acquainting yourself with the other Projects and Reject. Good idea to create links so you don't die.

You giggle darkly and pick up a hatchet, running a claw down the edge.

Oh, I nearly forgot. Your equipment.

Reaching down you hand comes into contact with the smooth quartz under the counter and you pick them up, holding the two crystals out to her, the outside decorated and encrusted with clockwork and delicately ticking gears.

You no doubt know how to use these so I won't be able to instruct you on them, not that I'd be able to anyway.

Chuckling slightly you turn back, picking up the hatchet again and tapping a claw on the edge, listening to the ring of the metal.

Like I said. You'd best be making some 'friends' now. It'll help in the long run. And besides, I don't like strangers in my Laboratory.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You attach the front section of the eye, the round glass section at the front glinting in the light as the brass connects with the quartz, creating a functioning eye piece.

Right, try blinking and moving the eye. Just to check if it works or not.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

The pain starts to recede and your vision clears. You blink a few times, surprised because you can see from both eyes. Obedient, you look back and forth, and blink a few more times. You are trembling slightly, but you’re okay.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You examine the eye as she blinks then grin. All was well. Next you pick up the robotic finger from the tray, quickly removing the remainder of her real finger and attaching the new one to the knuckle and the nerve endings. 

Once the finger is attached, you remove the cuffs that are already on her, then sew up the wounds along her arm prior to attaching the bangles that wrap themselves around her arm and wrist, going up to the elbow. You tighten the metal so they can never be removed.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You shudder a little at the grin, then see the robotic finger and close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the rest of the skin around the stump is removed and something else connects. You open your eyes and look down, moving the new finger a little. You shiver a little as the cold metal on your wrists is removed, then grit your teeth again as all your various wounds are sewn up or fixed. Then you watch with fascination as new cuffs are put on, ones that curl around like snakes. They’re uncomfortably tight.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You finish up any other wounds, leaving the scars around the mouth and fixing the burns that mar the flesh and skin of her arm, cutting away the bandages that remain. Now your tray is nearly empty save the chip which you pick up, holding it delicately between your claws.

Nearly finished now, sweetling. Just one more little modification.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You hold still, closing your eyes as she fixes you up. When you hear her voice, you open your eyes, savoring the lack of pain in them. Then you shudder when you see the chip. It seems like you’ve been waiting for this, to prove that you chose right, that you’ll still be yourself. You nod slightly, trembling.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You alter the cables so that she’s suspended over the table, facing the surface. Moving the hair away from the back of her neck, you unsheathe a single claw, cutting away a section of skin and flesh, inserting the chip next to the spinal cord, the metal fusing to the nerves so control over the body is given to the chip. You quickly sew the patch back together and flip her back over, picking up the earpieces next and placing them onto her ears. You press the switch on the back, wire threads securely attaching them to her head. Leaning down, you hold down the switch and speak into it, setting her kill phrase.

He wasn’t the perfect host.

Releasing the button you step back and release the cords, the cables retreating under the table as you wait for her to arise anew. A new Project, a toy, a soldier of the Empress.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You gasp slightly as you are lifted and flipped over. Your entire body is quivering with tension as you feel her claw cut into the skin on the back of your neck. Then you feel the cold metal of the chip. As it starts to wire itself in, your eyes widen in fear as you start to lose feeling in your limbs. You can’t control them anymore. You try to thrash about, but now it’s like you’ve been confined to the gray matter in your head. You’re trapped. But something else is in control. You still feel what is happening to you, distantly, as the earpieces are put in. You gasp again as memories flash behind your eyes only to disappear. You can’t remember them anymore. You distantly feel yourself turned over and returned to the the table. Then that phrase. You don’t remember who it’s referring to but you feel like you should. Your mind is flooded with information and you become aware of another presence. It’s mechanical and cold, but intelligent. As this is happening, without you doing anything, you slowly stand up and look over the Reject. You smile slightly.

“Hell0.”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You bow slightly and grin, picking up a green silk package and passing it to her.

Greetings, Project. This is your new uniform. How do you feel? Everything functioning properly I hope.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You attach the front section of the eye, the round glass section at the front glinting in the light as the brass connects with the quartz, creating a functioning eye piece.

Right, try blinking and moving the eye. Just to check if it works or not.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

The pain starts to recede and your vision clears. You blink a few times, surprised because you can see from both eyes. Obedient, you look back and forth, and blink a few more times. You are trembling slightly, but you’re okay.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You examine the eye as she blinks then grin. All was well. Next you pick up the robotic finger from the tray, quickly removing the remainder of her real finger and attaching the new one to the knuckle and the nerve endings. 

Once the finger is attached, you remove the cuffs that are already on her, then sew up the wounds along her arm prior to attaching the bangles that wrap themselves around her arm and wrist, going up to the elbow. You tighten the metal so they can never be removed.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You shudder a little at the grin, then see the robotic finger and close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the rest of the skin around the stump is removed and something else connects. You open your eyes and look down, moving the new finger a little. You shiver a little as the cold metal on your wrists is removed, then grit your teeth again as all your various wounds are sewn up or fixed. Then you watch with fascination as new cuffs are put on, ones that curl around like snakes. They’re uncomfortably tight.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You finish up any other wounds, leaving the scars around the mouth and fixing the burns that mar the flesh and skin of her arm, cutting away the bandages that remain. Now your tray is nearly empty save the chip which you pick up, holding it delicately between your claws.

Nearly finished now, sweetling. Just one more little modification.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You hold still, closing your eyes as she fixes you up. When you hear her voice, you open your eyes, savoring the lack of pain in them. Then you shudder when you see the chip. It seems like you’ve been waiting for this, to prove that you chose right, that you’ll still be yourself. You nod slightly, trembling.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You alter the cables so that she's suspended over the table, facing the surface. Moving the hair away from the back of her neck, you unsheathe a single claw, cutting away a section of skin and flesh, inserting the chip next to the spinal cord, the metal fusing to the nerves so control over the body is given to the chip. You quickly sew the patch back together and flip her back over, picking up the earpieces next and placing them onto her ears. You press the switch on the back, wire threads securely attaching them to her head. Leaning down, you hold down the switch and speak into it, setting her kill phrase.

He wasn't the perfect host.

Releasing the button you step back and release the cords, the cables retreating under the table as you wait for her to arise anew. A new Project, a toy, a soldier of the Empress.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You attach the front section of the eye, the round glass section at the front glinting in the light as the brass connects with the quartz, creating a functioning eye piece.

Right, try blinking and moving the eye. Just to check if it works or not.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

The pain starts to recede and your vision clears. You blink a few times, surprised because you can see from both eyes. Obedient, you look back and forth, and blink a few more times. You are trembling slightly, but you’re okay.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You examine the eye as she blinks then grin. All was well. Next you pick up the robotic finger from the tray, quickly removing the remainder of her real finger and attaching the new one to the knuckle and the nerve endings. 

Once the finger is attached, you remove the cuffs that are already on her, then sew up the wounds along her arm prior to attaching the bangles that wrap themselves around her arm and wrist, going up to the elbow. You tighten the metal so they can never be removed.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You shudder a little at the grin, then see the robotic finger and close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the rest of the skin around the stump is removed and something else connects. You open your eyes and look down, moving the new finger a little. You shiver a little as the cold metal on your wrists is removed, then grit your teeth again as all your various wounds are sewn up or fixed. Then you watch with fascination as new cuffs are put on, ones that curl around like snakes. They’re uncomfortably tight.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You finish up any other wounds, leaving the scars around the mouth and fixing the burns that mar the flesh and skin of her arm, cutting away the bandages that remain. Now your tray is nearly empty save the chip which you pick up, holding it delicately between your claws.

Nearly finished now, sweetling. Just one more little modification.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You attach the front section of the eye, the round glass section at the front glinting in the light as the brass connects with the quartz, creating a functioning eye piece.

Right, try blinking and moving the eye. Just to check if it works or not.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

The pain starts to recede and your vision clears. You blink a few times, surprised because you can see from both eyes. Obedient, you look back and forth, and blink a few more times. You are trembling slightly, but you’re okay.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You examine the eye as she blinks then grin. All was well. Next you pick up the robotic finger from the tray, quickly removing the remainder of her real finger and attaching the new one to the knuckle and the nerve endings. 

Once the finger is attached, you remove the cuffs that are already on her, then sew up the wounds along her arm prior to attaching the bangles that wrap themselves around her arm and wrist, going up to the elbow. You tighten the metal so they can never be removed.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

You’ve had your orders and now you’re going to act on them. You head down the corridors, aiming for the room the Project-to-be is staying in, your boots thumping quietly on the tiled flooring, getting closer and closer to the room.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You have been alone for a few days. You’ve cleaned off most of the blood, and applied more ointment to your arm several times. You’ve spent a good deal of time wandering and trying not to think. You haven’t even given the cuffs reason to shock you. Currently, you are sitting on your bed in silence, when you hear the thump of boots. On reflex, you tense up.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You kick open the door and grin at her, teeth glinting in the light of the room.

Seems your time has come. Follow me.

One claw extended you beckon to her, telling her to follow behind you to the laboratory. Hopefully she won’t run though it’ll make it interesting if she does. You giggle slightly as you think about the game you’d play if she ran. How fun that’d be.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You stand up tentatively, then nod, not making a word. You’re still not sure if you’ve made the right decision, but anything has to be better than being in that cell. You follow obediently, not wanting to ruin this chance.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You lead her to the Laboratory, grinning all the while before flourishing your hand towards the table, indicating for her to go there.

Go there and lie down. And I don’t want to know how cold it is or anything. Just do that and be quiet.

You rattle around the boxes, looking for what you’ll need and placing them onto a large wooden tray: heaps of wires and mechanics, crystal and gears, silver and steel. Everything you should need, you think as you place the chip onto the tray, carrying it over to where the girl is, placing it onto the table.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You nod once, going and lying down obediently, your one eye wide in your face. Watching her from the corner of your eye, you bite your lip, unsure of what’s to come. Almost every encounter you’ve had with her has been painful, and here you are lying down for her. You start to regret agreeing to let this happen.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You hit the button on the table with your knee as you press a palm against her shoulder, preventing her from moving. First, you cut away the bandages from her eye, examining the socket before picking up a rounded object from the tray, the coloured glint of quartz shining in the light, the end of wires hanging off. Pushing the eyelids open, you insert the new eye, wires fusing with the nerves as you attach the others to the skin around the socket to anchor it.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You feel panic rise in your throat as the cables wrap around your wrists, legs at waist. Instinctively, you pull at them, then force yourself to stop. You instead watch the Reject as she cuts away the bandages, and try not to wince. Then you see the quartz and connect the dots moments before she pushes your eyelids open. You start trying to close your eyelid, gritting your teeth, then feel the stone get pushed in. You cry out in pain, trembling as the wires connect themselves. It feels odd, like it shouldn’t be there, like it’s too big.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You attach the front section of the eye, the round glass section at the front glinting in the light as the brass connects with the quartz, creating a functioning eye piece.

Right, try blinking and moving the eye. Just to check if it works or not.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

You’ve had your orders and now you’re going to act on them. You head down the corridors, aiming for the room the Project-to-be is staying in, your boots thumping quietly on the tiled flooring, getting closer and closer to the room.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You have been alone for a few days. You’ve cleaned off most of the blood, and applied more ointment to your arm several times. You’ve spent a good deal of time wandering and trying not to think. You haven’t even given the cuffs reason to shock you. Currently, you are sitting on your bed in silence, when you hear the thump of boots. On reflex, you tense up.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You kick open the door and grin at her, teeth glinting in the light of the room.

Seems your time has come. Follow me.

One claw extended you beckon to her, telling her to follow behind you to the laboratory. Hopefully she won’t run though it’ll make it interesting if she does. You giggle slightly as you think about the game you’d play if she ran. How fun that’d be.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You stand up tentatively, then nod, not making a word. You’re still not sure if you’ve made the right decision, but anything has to be better than being in that cell. You follow obediently, not wanting to ruin this chance.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You lead her to the Laboratory, grinning all the while before flourishing your hand towards the table, indicating for her to go there.

Go there and lie down. And I don’t want to know how cold it is or anything. Just do that and be quiet.

You rattle around the boxes, looking for what you’ll need and placing them onto a large wooden tray: heaps of wires and mechanics, crystal and gears, silver and steel. Everything you should need, you think as you place the chip onto the tray, carrying it over to where the girl is, placing it onto the table.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You nod once, going and lying down obediently, your one eye wide in your face. Watching her from the corner of your eye, you bite your lip, unsure of what’s to come. Almost every encounter you’ve had with her has been painful, and here you are lying down for her. You start to regret agreeing to let this happen.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You hit the button on the table with your knee as you press a palm against her shoulder, preventing her from moving. First, you cut away the bandages from her eye, examining the socket before picking up a rounded object from the tray, the coloured glint of quartz shining in the light, the end of wires hanging off. Pushing the eyelids open, you insert the new eye, wires fusing with the nerves as you attach the others to the skin around the socket to anchor it.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

You’ve had your orders and now you’re going to act on them. You head down the corridors, aiming for the room the Project-to-be is staying in, your boots thumping quietly on the tiled flooring, getting closer and closer to the room.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You have been alone for a few days. You’ve cleaned off most of the blood, and applied more ointment to your arm several times. You’ve spent a good deal of time wandering and trying not to think. You haven’t even given the cuffs reason to shock you. Currently, you are sitting on your bed in silence, when you hear the thump of boots. On reflex, you tense up.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You kick open the door and grin at her, teeth glinting in the light of the room.

Seems your time has come. Follow me.

One claw extended you beckon to her, telling her to follow behind you to the laboratory. Hopefully she won’t run though it’ll make it interesting if she does. You giggle slightly as you think about the game you’d play if she ran. How fun that’d be.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You stand up tentatively, then nod, not making a word. You’re still not sure if you’ve made the right decision, but anything has to be better than being in that cell. You follow obediently, not wanting to ruin this chance.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You lead her to the Laboratory, grinning all the while before flourishing your hand towards the table, indicating for her to go there.

Go there and lie down. And I don't want to know how cold it is or anything. Just do that and be quiet.

You rattle around the boxes, looking for what you'll need and placing them onto a large wooden tray: heaps of wires and mechanics, crystal and gears, silver and steel. Everything you should need, you think as you place the chip onto the tray, carrying it over to where the girl is, placing it onto the table.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

You’ve had your orders and now you’re going to act on them. You head down the corridors, aiming for the room the Project-to-be is staying in, your boots thumping quietly on the tiled flooring, getting closer and closer to the room.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You have been alone for a few days. You’ve cleaned off most of the blood, and applied more ointment to your arm several times. You’ve spent a good deal of time wandering and trying not to think. You haven’t even given the cuffs reason to shock you. Currently, you are sitting on your bed in silence, when you hear the thump of boots. On reflex, you tense up.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You kick open the door and grin at her, teeth glinting in the light of the room.

Seems your time has come. Follow me.

One claw extended you beckon to her, telling her to follow behind you to the laboratory. Hopefully she won't run though it'll make it interesting if she does. You giggle slightly as you think about the game you'd play if she ran. How fun that'd be.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Start on your next Project.

You’ve had your orders and now you’re going to act on them. You head down the corridors, aiming for the room the Project-to-be is staying in, your boots thumping quietly on the tiled flooring, getting closer and closer to the room.

[batteredruins-deactivated201302]

==> Begin the conversion

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

John let out a slight snarl as his upper lip curled at her. His eyes held now a cold feeling of superiority towards the reject. He wanted  absolutely nothing to do with her as of now, well besides showing her who the upper person was here.

“Oh come now, reject, can’t you just listen to me for a second now? I don’t want it to jam, ever. I want the gear edges to be sharp, so if anyone dares to touch a single one, well lets just say they’ll be missing one or two fingers out of that experience. And I want it exactly like that…or you’ll be the first one to taste the wrath of Ringmaster, understand me, wench?”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You began to growl back at him as he spoke in that tone to you, teeth glinting in the dull glow from your eye. It begins to flicker and quick as a flash, you lash out at the box nearest to you, metal clattering to the ground and flying across the room as the broken pieces of the box drop to the floor.

You will respect me, boy. I may be a Reject and 00391 at that, BUT YOU WILL LEARN SOME GODDAMN MANNERS. YOU GOT THAT, YOU LITTLE WELP?

You settle back slightly, claws retracting from where they’d unsheathed, your eye glaring into orange instead of red.

I shall make the arm. And to your specifications. But don’t ever threaten me, boy. It won’t end well for you. Even if you are a Project.

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

“Oh really now, you think you should be feared, aye? Well guess what, you are nothing more than a pitiful kitten that has lost her way. On top of that you are merely jealous because you could never become as great as a project, you decided toreject said status and wallow with the other more unsavory types. You…have no right to tell me anything, understand? If you wish to tell me anything it is to ask to plead for your life, cause if anything it’s in the palm of my hand right now.”

He snarled back at her before settling on glaring at her. He’d show her later how to respect her superiors after his arm was fixed, as for now he would merely mouth at her. Basically a cat with no claws, a dog that is all bark. 

“Please, dear god, why would I even dare to threaten you, a mere glare from me should have you on your knees begging if not crying. I shant have to threaten you when you are already putty in my hands, miss. Now if you have nothing else to do, let’s get started on my arm. I do have a very important mission after all.”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Your growling escalates once more and you clench your fists to stop yourself from clawing his eyes though you do reach out and pull his glasses off him, examining the lenses for a moment.

You really think I'd be scared of you. You, a little boy who doesn't understand how it works down here, in my territory. The land you own is the surface. But down in the Block, that's where I rule the show. And yet. You think I'm a docile little kitty cat that'll do whatever you say, at the snap of a finger.

You squeeze your hand shut, crushing the glass in the glasses frames, dropping the remnants on the floor.

But you're wrong. I recommend manners unless you wish for some little consequences further along the line. Ehehehe.

You grin and step away from him, moving to the bench where you pick up the box of gears and clockwork along with the tools you'll need. Starting with the cogs you sharp the edges, making them almost impossibly sharp, swapping out pieces and inserting the new, adding failsafe's to the mechanisms. The process continues for a while longer until you're finished, sealing the arm to prevent it cracking. Finally you step back, unlocking the shackles, moving back to your workbench. The giggling rises again and your eye flickers as you look at him for a moment.

You'd best be collecting them then, Ringmaster. Unless you wish for the Lion to claw your heart from your chest.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Give me the Sopor.

...No. You do not get sopor.

[batteredruins-deactivated201302]

==> Begin the conversion

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

John’s eyes narrowed before snarling at her and tugging at the cuffs as his mechanical arm came to another grinding halt.

“For one, how about some fail safes in the gear workings so this doesn’t happen. I’d very much appreciate it if my arm didn’t halt when ever something is stuck into it. Especially from what I’ve seen of what the traitor did…she did go renegade…correct? I do have orders to contain the escapee as well…or will that be put on another’s shoulders?”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

I can create one with powerful gears, the type that will not break if momentarily jammed. I will even create a strong glass case for it. And the traitor-

You snicker, then grin at him, showing your teeth slightly.

With the traitor, do what you wish. I’m finished with her now and yes, you will be sent to collect the escapee. Since you’re considered the most appropriate for the job.

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

John let out a slight snarl as his upper lip curled at her. His eyes held now a cold feeling of superiority towards the reject. He wanted  absolutely nothing to do with her as of now, well besides showing her who the upper person was here.

“Oh come now, reject, can’t you just listen to me for a second now? I don’t want it to jam, ever. I want the gear edges to be sharp, so if anyone dares to touch a single one, well lets just say they’ll be missing one or two fingers out of that experience. And I want it exactly like that…or you’ll be the first one to taste the wrath of Ringmaster, understand me, wench?”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You began to growl back at him as he spoke in that tone to you, teeth glinting in the dull glow from your eye. It begins to flicker and quick as a flash, you lash out at the box nearest to you, metal clattering to the ground and flying across the room as the broken pieces of the box drop to the floor.

You will respect me, boy. I may be a Reject and 00391 at that, BUT YOU WILL LEARN SOME GODDAMN MANNERS. YOU GOT THAT, YOU LITTLE WELP?

You settle back slightly, claws retracting from where they'd unsheathed, your eye glaring into orange instead of red.

I shall make the arm. And to your specifications. But don't ever threaten me, boy. It won't end well for you. Even if you are a Project.

[batteredruins-deactivated201302]

==> Begin the conversion

[rejectdisciple-blog]

Your grin drops slightly at that and you dart forwards, grabbing his face. You watch his eyes, turning his head this way and that, not exactly careful with him. Snarling slightly, you snap at him.

What have you done. Where’s my Project.

That’s when you notice the steely glint flicker in his eye and the pieces snap together. How odd for it to happen this way. But it’ll be amusing. You step back a little having let go of his face and giggle slightly.

You get to keep your watch, I guess. Pity. It looked very pretty. Nice and shiny. So it’ll be a new arm you’re wanting now, right? Or shall we simply call it a draw.

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

“Darned right I get to keep it! Plus now you owe me a new arm, this time to my specifications. Don’t need some tiny thing to cause this arm to go all screwy, especially if I’m the one to go and retrieve Dave. Now, dame, could you kindly release me, I feel these straps are a little to much as of now, specially if I’m this so called project now.”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

You snort slightly and remove the straps, putting him in the shackles instead, preventing him from moving his arms too much.

You’re a very odd variant of Project. And because of that, I can’t allow you to move too much. Now, what specifications do you have in mind.

[niftycheaters-deactivated201209]

John’s eyes narrowed before snarling at her and tugging at the cuffs as his mechanical arm came to another grinding halt.

“For one, how about some fail safes in the gear workings so this doesn’t happen. I’d very much appreciate it if my arm didn’t halt when ever something is stuck into it. Especially from what I’ve seen of what the traitor did…she did go renegade…correct? I do have orders to contain the escapee as well…or will that be put on another’s shoulders?”

[rejectdisciple-blog]

I can create one with powerful gears, the type that will not break if momentarily jammed. I will even create a strong glass case for it. And the traitor-

You snicker, then grin at him, showing your teeth slightly.

With the traitor, do what you wish. I'm finished with her now and yes, you will be sent to collect the escapee. Since you're considered the most appropriate for the job.

[rejectdisciple-blog]

((Drawing of the Project Demoness-to-be. My apologies for the shitty background :V

Drawn by me c:))

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Lucy: Wake Up

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outofthefireintothefryingpan:

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You look up at her, your brain working to figure out what she means. When you understand, your eyes widen. You get up slowly, using your robotic arm to push yourself up, your cheeks flushing as you remember that you are currently shirtless. You nod and walk towards the open door, hardly believing the fact that you are about to leave your cell.

You let out a sound of disapproval at her unclothed state and quickly pull your lab coat off of yourself, swinging it around onto her. You give her a smirk as if daring her to reject it’s blood-covered state before placing a hand on her shoulder, steering her away from the rows of dingy prison cells. Instead, the two of you arrive before some clean white cells, with white tiled walls and black polished floors, a simple bed against the back wall with a washbasin at the end. A simple shift lies drapes across the bedframe and you steer her inside.

This is to be your new home until your conversion. But to make sure you don’t do something stupid like running-

You snap a pair of tight fitting bracelets over her wrists, the silver snakes wrapping around her arms. These were designed to administer an electric shock to immobilise, not kill though it would be painful.

You follow her without complaining, your mind still scrambling to process everything. You enter the cell, looking around. However, the bracelets take you by surprise. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as the metal winds around your burnt skin, but can’t help a whimper from escaping your lips.

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Your eyes critical, you examine the still oozing socket of her eye and reach over, pulling a roll of bandages from the pocket of your lab coat and wrapping it around her head, pressing the eyelid shut. You lightly pinch her cheek.

Can’t have you dying from infection now, can we.

Grabbing her arm, your eyes run over the burns and another sound of disapproval escapes your lips. You motion to the wooden chest set under the bed with your free hand.

First-aid kit is in that box. It’s heal the burns.

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You let her wrap the bandages around your eye, and grab your arm, without struggle. You avoid her eyes, not wanting to make some small mistake that will ruin your chance at freedom. You look to where she gestures, then nod your understanding.

“Thank y0u.”

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You smirk at that and step back, moving back from the room into the doorway where you lean against the doorpane.

Feel free to exit this room. But don't go too far. Your bracelets will see that you get a very painful reminder if you do stray. Similarly to if you try remove them. Best to not even try, really. I'll be back soon. Goodbye, little Doll.

And with that you disappear into the gloom of the Block, giggles echoing behind you.

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

Lucy: Wake Up

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outofthefireintothefryingpan:

[thatcorduroygirl-deactivated201]

You look up at her, your brain working to figure out what she means. When you understand, your eyes widen. You get up slowly, using your robotic arm to push yourself up, your cheeks flushing as you remember that you are currently shirtless. You nod and walk towards the open door, hardly believing the fact that you are about to leave your cell.

You let out a sound of disapproval at her unclothed state and quickly pull your lab coat off of yourself, swinging it around onto her. You give her a smirk as if daring her to reject it’s blood-covered state before placing a hand on her shoulder, steering her away from the rows of dingy prison cells. Instead, the two of you arrive before some clean white cells, with white tiled walls and black polished floors, a simple bed against the back wall with a washbasin at the end. A simple shift lies drapes across the bedframe and you steer her inside.

This is to be your new home until your conversion. But to make sure you don’t do something stupid like running-

You snap a pair of tight fitting bracelets over her wrists, the silver snakes wrapping around her arms. These were designed to administer an electric shock to immobilise, not kill though it would be painful.

You follow her without complaining, your mind still scrambling to process everything. You enter the cell, looking around. However, the bracelets take you by surprise. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as the metal winds around your burnt skin, but can’t help a whimper from escaping your lips.

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Your eyes critical, you examine the still oozing socket of her eye and reach over, pulling a roll of bandages from the pocket of your lab coat and wrapping it around her head, pressing the eyelid shut. You lightly pinch her cheek.

Can't have you dying from infection now, can we.

Grabbing her arm, your eyes run over the burns and another sound of disapproval escapes your lips. You motion to the wooden chest set under the bed with your free hand.

First-aid kit is in that box. It's heal the burns.