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Dark Future Meme

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.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

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!

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At about 200 meters, he can feel the ground rumbling beneath him. At 100, he knows this worm is fucking huge.

"Alright, Sollux, I can't deal with this shit and talk to you at the same time, as much as I enjoy hearing your bitching directly delivered straight to my pan. Any last bits of info?"

caaaaaaammmmmmmiiiiillllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Caring would be a false description, yes. It was all about possession, tools and the power and utility they add. An extension of self. Both they and Ramjet has wised up. Not that it doesn't mean Nemesis can't get to them, every now and then, but here and now? Hardly.

"Unicron," he says, repeating the designation of the Chaos Bringer with not so much reverence as simply... intensity. "Is always present. Every murder, every astrosecond of seething hate and rage, the unbridled tearing of society here belongs to him! She thinks it is hers, she is but a speck!" Ramjet laughs softly, arms thrown out again, gesturing around the wider space as if to encompass more than the station or the planet. His words has an echo that is independent of the space they're occupying.

"How much has she gotten to you, Prime, that you're disregarding this simple reality? And her destruction is paltry imitation. It wears on me, it doesn't tear deep enough. I lack the gouges in reality, Prime!" Ramjet turns around again, stalking forward, skirting around Nemesis.

The world is not enough. I'll have this dimension turned inside out.

"And she will always lose. Have already lost. I am immortal, untouchable! My form is my own because I will it!" Ramjet pauses, right behind Nemesis, the aura that could start warping the edges of the Nissan's frame leashed. Barely.

"I am patient, as are you. We have time. She does not. There is a balance here, but balances... can be turned around. Inside out, repurposed, made null." He leans down, his whole frame flickering slightly, undulating, almost. It doesn't matter if she hears this, through Nemesis. She can't control him enough, and the changes have already gone too far to be stopped.

The end is near.

"What does she think she can make me annihilate this time?"

Kanaya climbs up the side of one tunnel and clings to the ceiling, following quietly behind someone she knows belongs somewhere in her memories. If her mind was a jigsaw puzzle, this person would fit neatly into some slot. She thinks about it as she carefully crawls along the ceiling, following along as stealthy as someone with massive robotic limbs can. But it's tiring and she's impatient now, wired on blood that, for once, is the original rich cerulean Vriska had given once. Non-synthetic and warm and good.

So she tenses, aims carefully and lunges at her back.

Name: Vriska Serket
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: A BALL OF HAIR. SERIOUSLY. ONE GIANT TANGLE, DAVESPRITE STILL HAS HER HAIRBRUSH. THAT ASSHOLE. HE PROBS USES IT TO COMB HIS BEARD OR SOMETHING. FUCKER.
Okay no. Taller, longer horns, blue eyes, more fangorious - all the troll basics. More hair than should be allowed. Still built like puberty ain't a thing.
Summary: Escaped with the majority of the other Hamsteaks when shit went down. Was pretty okay with things until Davesprite got caught - trolls without a moirail can be pretty unstable. Vriska was kind of unstable even with one. DO THE MATH.

She's not completely off-the-walls batshit, but she's a lot more like she used to be back on Alternia: antisocial, short-tempered (even more so than usual 8I) and prone to extreme violence when provoked. Her attention-seeking behaviour has largely stopped, but her lack of self-preservation has only worsened: she volunteers for every dangerous job going regardless of whether she's well-suited to it or not.

Girl be messed up, yo. She's still completely lucid and entirely herself, but that's not really very fun any more. ABLOOBLOO.

She moves her other hand to grab him, holds his shoulder too tight and then snap her hand open because NO. That isn't how she's supposed to act towards him. She isn't supposed to hurt him even when Hypatia's subroutines, the same ones that tell her who she should go after and when to kill them so that their death will cause the most crushing blows to morale, are whining in her head because he's right there.

She screws her eyes shut tight and steps back, pulling away from Karkat. "Shut up. Shut up. You haven't spoken to me in so long," she tells Hypatia's presence in her head, "Go away. Don't come back now. I just want to remember. I don't understand why this is so difficult to comprehend."

Edited 2012-02-06 21:17 (UTC)

karkat this is god speaking

go out and win one for the shifter

"If it's all the same t'you, s'better I don't."

The feed he tends to send back via his cybernetic eye is silent-- he knows that much. His body rejected the implant necessary for full audio and visual recording. He was, after all, a mixed bag in terms of failures and successes when it came to being made into a cyborg. It's no small wonder that he's been relegated into a security camera with legs.

He doesn't have to take any more chances if she lets him leave. Otherwise he's going to wind up either disobeying Hypatia or giving her intelligence on one of the few people he once considered a friend here.

Name: Beast
Current location: Sacrosanct (Junkyard)
Current Physical Appearance: Lots of cybernetics and wires all over his head.
Summary: He was captured early on and repurposed by Hypatia into a willing slave. She effectively turned him into a mad scientist that turned Hypatia's organic captives into abominations. Eventually though, he subverted her control by completely giving in to the Beast. He decided he would rather have no mind than to have his mind weaponized. He now hides in the junkyard, attacking things like a wild animal.

consider it won

Wow.

Good Opinions! Best Ancestor!

She had taught him lucid dreaming, maybe inadvertently. He can come and go to that safehouse she created, the house in the desert, Southwestern art on the walls. He sleeps and dreams and finds himself just sitting there sometimes. Just sitting. Remembering. It's more painful than any nightmare.

Sometimes he thinks he can hear her when he's there. Sometimes he goes looking, down corridors and corridors and corridors, and he never finds her.

They'd eventually come back with intel. A prisoner in one of her labs. They called her "the dreamer" and they knew how dangerous she could be, would be, when Hypatia broke her. Sometimes they send people to kill her, but it always fails.

He's sleeping in the Junkyard one day, in one of the caves he's hollowed out for when he stays her a long time. He dreams, and thinks he hears her again, and realizes he knows where she is.

He'd become stealthier, these past ten years. It took all his cunning to find his way to her, to get past the guards. Drones died, people died, Hypatia was distracted somewhere, and he found her, in her own little room, suspended in her tank. Her appearance doesn't shock him. He's seen so much of this, these past years.

She looks dead, but the heart monitor beeps.

He presses both hands and his forehead to the tank glass, closing his eyes.

Kanaya lurks in the tunnels. She lurks everywhere, even though she glows so bright that it can hurt sometimes. She hears tales of the thing that lurks in the tunnels from resistance members when she hisses at them, grabs their heads tight and forces them to tell everything they know. So she goes looking for it in her spare time, when she isn't murdering Resistance members and pressing against Sollux's shield until her body nearly gives out.

If she finds it and it's someone she thinks fits into one of the blank spaces in her mind, maybe she can make it tell her more. If it doesn't, then she'll kill it. It won't be hard. Killing isn't that hard anymore.

that's my boy

Kanaya doesn't need to come up to the station, prefers not to because every time she does she has this feeling that she's leaving something behind that she can't remember. She returns to her little corner of the carbon plant and looks over carefully stitched words that she knows she made. Little scraps of what she's remembered that hold no relevance after trips to the station. Not until something triggers a memory relapse.

But she's still Hypatia's in the end, and like any robot, she needs repairs to her limbs. At the least, there's no additions Hypatia has seen fit to make. And sometimes she see's Jade, which is a weird-nice thing. Hypatia let her keep her memories of Jade, but it always feels like there's something missing just beyond their old conversations. Like there used to be others like her, bright eyed and eager to play and win and meet everyone.

Memories are always the first to go when dealing with Hypatia. Karkat's seen it so many goddamn times, and it never gets any easier. It's almost impossible to completely remove the memories, especially when Hypatia needs a person's technical skills. So Hypatia buries those memories, puts them in places that are almost completely inaccessible. It hurts to reach them, so the subject learns to not question them.

But when a resistance member forces the subject to question, to search for those memories, it's hard. Hard to watch, hard to do. It doesn't help that even after all these years, Karkat pities her so fucking much.

When she pulls away, Karkat follows her, fingers brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

"She's not going to let you remember. You've got to fight her. You've got to fight her and win."

HE REGRETS ALL THOSE TIES YOU MADE HIM BAKED GOODS AND HE FREAKED OUT OVER THEM.

HE'S GONNA MAKE IT UP TO YOU, CAMILLE.

He walks. "Walking the Earth," people have called it in the past. Whatever. There's always something refreshing about walking, feet to the ground. He could fly, but instead he keeps his wings tucked to his sides. He needs contact right now. And the dragon form is better for fighting off the worms when they come.

He's out on the wastes, heading to the nearest carbon plant controlled by Hypatia to see what he can find there. Maybe kill some drones, try to take the plant for the resistance.

Whatever.

When he sees a figure moving across the surface, tiny, human mostly, he assumes it's just another drone, probably coming from the carbon plant. But when he gets closer, he sees the wings and tail, the organic parts, the cybernetics.

Ah. The resistance had said he'd survived.

Okay, so maybe she watches him more than a little. Not a lot of strong feelings stayed with her -- fear was gone, as was most forms of friendship, except the deeply rooted ones. But something that stayed was love: ridiculous, overpowering love that she felt for this boy who was part bird and mostly gone from her. Sometimes at night she cries for him, even though she pretends that it's nothing. Who wouldn't cry for a boy who had so much and gave it all up to save someone he loved?

Now she stands behind him, long pauses in her speech so that she can control the paranoia, the overwhelming command to obey, just for a little bit.

"Dave." Her voice is soft. Sometimes, she wonders if he can hear her, beneath all the programming, the fixing. And didn't she want him to be this way, once upon a time? Mindless, with only the capacity to serve? (But it was different, she thinks. A long time ago, she wanted him to serve her.) Jade hesitates, jerkily settling her arms over his shoulders in the only display of affection she can remember any more.

"Answer me."

Even though Jade only remembers Camille in half-memories, she was still really upset when she heard the news. She makes snowforts when she can remember how and names them after Camille's cafe.

The monster knows she's here.

Of course he does. This place is his. The tunnels are his. The worms, the humans, the aliens, the machines, they all think the tunnels are theirs.

Stupid motherfuckers.

He clings to the ceiling of a high cavern, hidden behind stalactites. The desiccated remains of a worm are on the floor below, an old kill. He watches her come to the cavern.

There's no familiarity. Nothing. No whispers in the darkness. She's just another meal.

The sound proves to be hard on his sensitive ears. Indeed, he does flatten his worn ears against his head and cover them protectively. When he hears the sound has stopped, he frowns. "You're goin' t'play this now...?" Eridan sighs as his reply is firmly stated. Does he comply? Does he really think to stoop to his level?

No. He wants to, he wants to save what little they have together, but he's bull-headed as ever, especially to taking commands from lower bloods (Karkat was the only rare exception. Leader... and all.) but especially not anymore from Sollux. Especially when he was like this. "The last time I fuckin' checked, I don't take orders from some tool like you. Now either you give me a god damned status update or somethin'. I'm only gonna ask nicely this last time."

He knew the more he spoke the more he drove him further from him, but his patience these days was almost paper thin when it was dealing with this sort of business. There were things much more important for him to deal with, not Sollux being a complete brat to him.

Whenever/if ever he did find out she had passed...

He'd really just hate himself for not saving her. Plain and simple.

They're all stupid. So stupid.

Animals. Prey. Food.

Even prey learns. Learns what places to avoid. Where to hide. Not that hiding helps.

The monster is silent as he follows this one through the caves. he's not even hungry. This is just for fun.

Eat a dessert pizza in my honor, John

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