Dark Future Meme (as requested)

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DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

Comments

she all gone karkitty :((

[shipper]

Nepeta likes the sickles. They're shiny and metal and remind her of the weapons very fun people in the past have tried to bury into her neck. Oh yes, she knows what game she wants to play now.

A skitter as she races ahead of him, then slides out in front. She doesn't do anything just yet, waiting on all fours to see what his reaction is to this. If he attacks right away then the game will be over before it begins. She doesn't want to show her hand if that's true.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

He stops. There's a flash in his mind of someone, but it's gone in an instant, buried under memories of mourning and self-deprecation. Instead, he raises his sickles, ready to fight if he must.

"Get the fuck out of the way, nooksniffer. I've got shit to do, and if you're asking for a toll, I'm not paying it." There is some sickle-pointing action.

[shipper]

He's not charging. Perfect. Nepeta hoists herself up into an upright position, grinning in a manner that showcases all of her teeth. Lately she was more comfortable on all fours, but she liked to mimic the people who wandered into her territory. They always made the funniest faces when she did!

"Play with me!" The words are innocent, but something about the expression Nepeta wears when she says it puts the edge back onto them.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"No." It's out of his mouth before he has a chance to think things through. Karkat's mind has already switched straight into fight-or-flight mode (strife-or-abscond). Measuring distances, sizing up his potential opponent.

She (it's a she, right?) is small. Muscular, but small. His arms will have better reach, but considering how fast she overtook him in the tunnel, she's fast. Sharp teeth, surprisingly troll-like. It's hard to see what she is in the lighting (living around humans for so long fucks with your night vision), but Karkat's sure he can win.

"Now, move."

[shipper]

"No, not until I tell you the rules! You're in my territory, you have to listen." Her voice is sing-songy, almost childlike as she completely ignores what Karkat said. Normally she's a bit more hyped up when confronting her toys, but something about the angry voice is soothing...practically familiar. It's a strange feeling, one she quickly shakes off.

"The game is tag! Do you want to be it or do you want me to start?" Nepeta crosses her arms and leans in to hear his answer, moving a bit further from the shadows.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

Oh.

It's the horns he sees. Pointed, thick. Longer than before, but still recognizable. Then the face. The eyes, the mouth. Karkat suddenly feels sick.

"...I know you." It's a statement of disbelief. When Nepeta had gone missing, Karkat had searched for her. Just like he had/would have for any of his other team members. But years passed, and eventually he bought into the belief that something had happened, and it was all his fault, and Nepeta was either dead or worse, and how could he have let that happen, and why couldn't he save everyone, and goddamnit--

"This is fucking ridiculous!" Anger has, and always will be, his default emotion when he isn't sure what to feel.

"I'm not going to play some goddamn game with you! There's other shit happening and-- Who the fuck do you think you are?! You can't be here! You're not supposed to be anywhere! Fuck. Fuck, oh god. You're fucking dead, you idiot!"

[shipper]

He was loud. This person who looked more like her than anyone she'd seen before now was loud and angry and it hurt Nepeta's ears after years of skulking in the dark with only screams to punctuate the silence. Suddenly her game was falling apart around her head.

Even worse, the words he was shouting at her were confusing and wrong. Nepeta knew he had to be wrong, because she didn't know him. She didn't know anyone, it had always been her (wrong wrong wrong wake up please wake up) alone in the tunnels.

"Not dead. You're wrong." Her mouth curled down into a frown, obviously bothered by this turn of events.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"I thought--" Karkat can't even continue the sentence. How the fuck are you supposed to articulate the past few years? All the ineffectual rage, the hopelessness, the helplessness, emotions that he can't even name. It's too much.

He simply stands there. Staring, wide-eye, gaping mouth. His arms are at his sides, his sickles hang loosely in his grip.

"Nepeta. I'm... Oh god. I--"

[shipper]

"What's a Nepeta?" That was a word she hadn't hear before, at least from the people who had shuffled through her tunnel. It must have been an important one, because the man looked like he was going to cry when he said it.

Nepeta leans in even further, curiosity overriding any interest she had in playing deadly games. For all her ferocity she was still interested in new things, albeit at a much less frequent pace.

what is your AIM

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Don't fuck with me." Terse. On edge.

John sit down, but i'm rarely on it. hit me up on plurk instead. c:

[shipper]

"Don't use words I don't know!" She's frowning again, upset that he won't give her an answer.

which one is your plurk 8|||||||||||

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Nepeta, that's your fucking name! How long have you been down here?! Fucking goddamnit, the whole time? Is this where you've been?! I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR YOU."

He's approaching. Very, very cautiously. One step at a time. But his sickles aren't raised, and he's not going to attack.

singing_monk don't make that face at meeeeee

[shipper]

She's taking a measure step back for every step he takes forward. Nepeta doesn't like what he's saying, not at all, and she doesn't want him any closer than he is now. One of her hands twitch at her side, ready to unsheath the claws for a show of aggression if he doesn't get the message.

"I've always been here. I've never been anywhere else."

dont judge me broooooooo

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Bullshit." He stops though. Doubt begins creeping in. Maybe it isn't Nepeta? Maybe the robots got to her? Maybe...

Maybe...

Fuck.

"Nepeta, come on. Let's go."

/judges harshlyyyyyyy

[shipper]

"Go where?"

She shouldn't leave. This is her territory. Someone might come in and try to take it from her. And besides, where else was there to go? There was only this tunnel, and the outside where her meals wandered in.

cry

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Get you cleaned up. You're a fucking mess. I--I've got a hive. It's small, but you can stay. ...With me."

He captchalogues one of his sickles and holds his hand out.

you brought this one yourself

[shipper]

"...but I don't know you."

Nepeta doesn't move, although a voice in her head tells her she should run run run now before something terrible happens. For some reason she doesn't want to listen to her instincts for once.

/cries more

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you do." Because this is the best way to connect to someone.

/remains unmoved

[shipper]

"Just because you look like me doesn't mean I know you!" Her voice wobbles a little, although whether it's from frustration or uncertainty is impossible to tell.

/cries a river

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"I'm Karkat, you fuckass! Just look at me, goddamnit! Just because I don't have nubs anymore, it doesn't make it any less true!" Hornpoint. They are still kinda nubby.

/wades through

[shipper]

"Don't know a Karkat." This statement is definitely uncertain, most likely because she's trying not to laugh too loudly at his stupid tiny horns. Hers are way bigger.

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"Don't you fucking laugh!"

[shipper]

All that did was make her laugh harder - Nepeta's restraint was even worse after being alone for so long. "But they're so useless! You couldn't do anything with them!"

[selfkismesis.livejournal.com]

"STOP FUCKING LAUGHING, WHAT THE FUCK. I DON'T NEED TO DO SHIT WITH MY HORNS." Some things never change.

[shipper]

"You don't because you can't! You might as well not have any!" Ah yes, the maturity that comes with age.